Home to the fearsome Demons and the deadly Black Knights, Blood Keep is the most feared castle in all of England. When Nicolas Drago, champion to Edward III, is sent there by Royal order to deliver a letter to Lady Isabella, he is less than thrilled to say the least. Met at the gate by the infamous Demon Lord, he is disturbed to find Isabella under the mask, pretending to be the Demon. He wonders what he has stumbled upon. More to his horror, he soon learns he has just delivered a marriage proposal--him to the arrogant Lady Isabella.
               Isabella has faced and triumphed over tyrants and trials most men would flee in terror from with the aid of a black-armored knight spawned from the pits of Hell. But when the Demon Lord leaves unexpectedly, she faces her biggest challenge ever--marriage to the great and noble Red Dragon, Nicolas Drago. Secrets surround Blood Keep, many which she has paid a high price to keep. So much depends on her, but Isabella knows her duty all to well and has sacrificed much to protect her world. But when she is ordered to wear dresses, she finds herself in unfamiliar territory where her husband is in control--not her. When her Archangels, Gabriel and Michael, ask her to do as Drago commands, until the time is right to call the Demon Lord home, she reluctantly complies. Worried the cost to hide who she really is might be higher than even she can pay, Isabella finds she has no choice again when treachery places Blood Keep in dire jeopardy. 
             Can Isabella risk her people's safety in trusting a man whom honor is everything? Can Nicolas Drago accept her for who she is or will he run for the hills when he learns the truth about Blood Keep and the Demon Lord?
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**Copyright protected Mar. 2007
               Nicolas fought two swords at once, glancing to his right to see Isabella holding her own. She pointed to the table as she effortlessly met the clumsy swing of the Scot in front of her. He nodded. They leapt on top of it, getting above the rushing enemy. Her booted foot savagely kicked a man in the face who was attempting to climb up only to be replaced by another. Isabella guarded Nicolas' back. He was momentarily astonished. Isabella fought viciously, a savage snarl on her lips as she punched the man she fought with her left hand, cutting another down with the evil-looking sword held in her right.
                 Who the hell taught her how to use a sword, he wildly thought as she steadfast held her ground. Why would Isabella need to learn to fight when the Demon Lord was her protector since they were children? Distracted, he knew they were seriously becoming outnumbered. If they survived this, he was going to sit her down and get some answers!
                 An unearthly scream echoed in the hall, deafening over the clash of swords and screams of pain. Lucifer reared, pawing the air with his sharp hooves, screaming his challenge to the enemy. A high pitched whistle caught the stallion's attention, his ears pricked forward. Lucifer bit and kicked his way through the Scotsmen, working his way to his mistress.
                  "Demons, we are out of here," Isabella shouted when her horse reached them. Her men rushed outside to their own horses.
                   Nicolas sheathed his sword and leapt on the wildly snorting warhorse, reaching for Isabella's outstretched hand. Isabella barely had time to grab his waist as the stallion wheeled around, heading for the exit. Isabella kicked and slashed at hands attempting to grab them, trying to halt their escape. The giant stallion leapt down the steps, racing across the downed gate, easily gaining on the fleeing Demons. Gabriel was ahead of them with Alison securely in front of him. Tara clung to Micheal. Isabella sheathed her sword before wrapping her arms around his waist.
                   Elated, Isabella rested her cheek on Nicolas' broad back. They were together again! She was in heaven when he squeezed her hands, reassuring Isabella he felt the same.
                    Dawn.
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