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The Shielded Heart
Sharon Schulze
Her Gifts Set Her Apart From The World Of Men… .Swen Siwardson had vowed to keep Anna de Limoges safe. Yet, the Church's decree that she remain innocent seemed a sin against nature, for the beauteous artisan was a woman made for loving. Particularly by him… !Anna de Limoges had never seen the likes of Swen Siwardson. A warrior tall and true, here was a man of passion and secrets who asked only to be her friend . But didn't he realize that Anna would pay any price to become more than a friend to the honorable Swen?
Table of Contents
Cover Page (#u6013fe71-71f6-59ee-b035-7f4e070c9678)
Excerpt (#uc632cb99-01db-5bf1-9b4f-564c89aa05b4)
Dearreader (#u0832e2ed-3d72-5ce3-9aa5-3d21fe9fef2c)
Title Page (#u328ea969-91c3-5733-8704-cdfc526bf265)
About the Author (#u592b934b-9908-5511-8d3a-432993ac644a)
Dedication (#u5dd948a7-66cd-5764-b52e-f1289942e865)
Prologue (#u42821cd4-8147-5c63-80b0-7b64601c2621)
Chapter One (#u73bde73b-4f05-5c27-a5b6-f117d8f2ad86)
Chapter Two (#ufb3ae9de-91ba-59e6-9db0-01668274277d)
Chapter Three (#u61395506-5030-5bae-b5db-dc89a5fba682)
Chapter Four (#u2d41c05c-21e1-5b8d-a96e-8593842abcf7)
Chapter Five (#u15db7303-f131-579a-b861-42fdfb6e373c)
Chapter Six (#u095e82c7-56ff-58bf-bc8f-c53cb73beba9)
Chapter Seven (#uc2485f77-cc69-58d6-a1e6-f9c30f38e82a)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
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“Stop being kind to me,”
Anna demanded
“I don’t deserve it. I’m not angry with you. I’m annoyed at myself.”
Anna kept her hands at her sides, fingers clenched. The powerful temptation to move closer to Swen shocked her. How she wanted to grab him by the front of the tunic and shake him until she wiped away the aggravating look of amusement that had returned to his oh-so-handsome face.
But even more shocking was the equally strong yearning to grab him by the tunic and employ a completely different method to rid him of his smile.
It wasn’t possible to smile while mouth to mouth, was it? She pressed her own lips into a firm line to combat the urge to grin at the image that thought brought to mind. Holy Mary save her from yielding to the desire to find out the answer for herself…!
Dear Reader,
This holiday season, we’ve selected books that are sure to warm your heart—and all with heroes who redefine the phrase “the gift of giving.” Critics have described Sharon Schulze’s books as “rich,” “sensual” and “intriguing.” Her latest, The Shielded Heart, is all of those things and more. Set in eighteenth-century England, this spin-off of To Tame a Warrior’s Heart is the stirring story of a warrior who learns to accept his special psychic gift as he teaches an enamel artisan—with her own unique vision—about life and love. Don’t miss it!
Award-winning author Cheryl Reavis returns with another of her sensational and heart-wrenching Civil War stories. Harrigan’s Bride features a soldier who chivalrously marries the bedridden daughter of his late godmother, and finds unexpected love. Be sure to look for A Warrior’s Passion by the multi-published. Margaret Moore. Here, a young woman is forced into an unwanted betrothal before the man she truly loves can claim her as his wife.
Rounding out the month is Territorial Bride by Linda Castle, the sequel to her first book, Fearless Hearts. A love is put to the test in this darling story of opposites when a cowgirl is seriously injured and tries to rebuff her city-bred fiancé.
Whatever your tastes in reading, you’ll be sure to find a romantic journey back to the past between the covers of a Harlequin Historical® novel.
Sincerely,
Tracy Farrell
Senior Editor
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The Shielded Heart
Sharon Schulze
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
SHARON SCHULZE (#ulink_0d0f9b97-c950-5db1-9999-3925b81b52dd)
is a confirmed bookaholic who loves reading as much as writing. Although she has a degree in civil engineering, she’s always been fascinated by history. Writing about the past gives her a chance to experience days gone by—without also encountering disease, vermin and archaic plumbing!
A New Hampshire native, she now makes her home in Connecticut with her husband, Cliff, teenagers Patrick and Christina, and their miniature daschund, Samantha. She is current president of the Connecticut Chapter of RWA; in her spare time she enjoys movies, music and poking around in antique shops.
With much love and a raised glass of Asti
to my fellow Red Flannel Ums—
Chrissy, Mom, Auntie, Mary, Patti, Becky and Ari—
for Ladies’ Weekend, and all the rest of the year, too!
Prologue (#ulink_18a42ff9-33c0-56ff-9db4-99bcd1324f36)
He’d lingered here too long.
Heart pounding hard in his chest, Swen rolled onto his back and stared at the night-shadowed ceiling.
He could not halt the images his traitorous mind painted there.
Past, present…
Future?
He closed his eyes, yet the illusions taunted him.
He lay there, eyes open, as scenes played themselves out before his unwilling gaze. How he hated them, and himself—powerless to bring them to an end, powerless to change the cruel hand of fate.
Had he made yet another life for himself—found a place where he’d gained respect, found friends dearer to him than his own family—only to lose everything he valued once again?
The images faded. Despite the weariness and loss weighting him down, Swen climbed out of bed and began to dress.
The only way to escape this curse was to run farther, faster, never allowing his emotions to catch up.
Eyes burning, he stared into the darkness.
Alone. Running all his life.
Why had he believed he could ever stop?
Chapter One (#ulink_fca170ab-9734-5873-be07-937128873936)
Welsh Marches, Autumn 1215
Anna accepted her escort’s assistance and climbed atop the chestnut gelding, giving the earnest young man a smile despite her discomfort. It wasn’t his fault she’d come to loathe the fractious beast they’d given her for the journey. ‘Twould have been the same had they mounted her upon the most docile palfrey; over the years she’d agitated many a steed by her mere presence. It made any form of travel, save shank’s mare, a battle of wills.
If only her workshop were nearer the abbey, she could walk when Father Michael summoned her, instead of traveling nearly a day’s ride surrounded by a troop of guards. So much time lost, away from her work—time she could ill afford. Yet the abbot pressed her for more, always more, in his vain attempts to please the abbey’s most eminent patron, King John.
She took a last look from atop her lofty perch. The brilliant sunlight made the gray stones of the Abbey of St. Stephen of Murat gleam with a heavenly aura.
Though she appreciated its beauty, she also knew ’twas just the effect the order sought.
Heaven on earth…with His Eminence, Pope Innocent, as its king.
And Anna de Limoges as the Church’s faithful servant.
Her lips curled into a wry smile as she nudged her horse into motion. She knew better than most just how calculating even Father Michael, the most gentle of men, could be.
He was no different from any other man of God in that respect.
Yet how could she complain, when they allowed her to practice her craft?
Once they’d been on the road for a time, Anna and her mount reached enough of an understanding that she could focus her attention on more important things. Her design of the chasse the abbot had commissioned to hold his latest acquisition—reputedly a splinter of the True Cross—didn’t seem quite right, though she hadn’t yet decided what bothered her about it. She’d created a number of reliquaries in the past few years, but this one…She must make this one different from the others, something unique, special—the perfect frame for so holy an object.
The perfect gift for King John.
If only Father Michael had permitted her to touch it…
She sighed. ’Twas likely just as well she had not. For whether the splinter truly came from Christ’s cross, or was nothing more than a piece of wood, the abbot would have her embellish this chasse with the finest enamelwork.
Mayhap he had good reason to keep the relic from her grasp. It was not for her to decide if the object was worthy of the frame she created for it.
Anna shook off her uneasy thoughts. ’Twas unusual for her to see darkness looming about her, tainting her view of the world. With little more than bits of metal and glass, and the images that filled her mind, she created pictures of color and light. Through her vision stories of God’s love, transformed into art fit to grace any altar.
Her attention focused inward, she relaxed in the saddle and settled down to ponder her creations.
To create the enamels was her purpose in life; for as long as she could remember, her thoughts had centered about her work. She’d been blessed with a gift.
And because of it, she had become a gift to the Church.
The chill of dusk settled over Anna like a blanket, startling her from the dreamlike state she’d fallen into. The rhythmic tread of the horses, the warm sunshine upon her face, had conspired to fill her mind with the scenes she would use to create her unique designs. ’Twas ever thus when she worked. Her mother had said more than once that a team of oxen could tread right over Anna, and she’d scarce take notice of them.
Her mind still muzzy, she clambered out of the saddle on her own and gazed about her. She shook her head and stared at the men of her guard as they set up camp.
