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 was on fire! Her leather covered,soft breasts crushed against his chest. He felt her nipples hard, tempting him, begging to be released and tasted. Common sense kicked in. He had to slow down, desiring to explore his new wife more leisurely when she was completely healed. Nicolas found it far more difficult to separate from Isabella's lucious mouth. Drawing in much needed air, Nicolas gazed at her as she stared at him. Her green eyes fairly glowed in the candle-lit chamber. He nearly bent to kiss those sweet, swollen lips again, his raging body demanded he take his wife to bed while his mind warred, commanding he leave her alone, at least until Isabella was completely healed.
                Shame flushed her pale features. Isabella jerked away from Drago, abhorred by her outrageous actions, afraid of the wild sensations she felt in his arms. Drago confused her. Family and honor were what she lived for, not personal pleasure. Desperate to place some distance between them, she abandoned the chamber, not daring to look back.
                Get control of yourself, she commanded herself over and over.
                Stunned, Nicolas hastened after her, barely catching her before she started downstairs. He roughly captured her arm, swinging her around to face him. "Isabella, you are legally mine, but I wish our marriage to be of mutual consent. I want you as I know you want me. There is no shame in our desire for one another."
                Blushing bright red, Isabella answered, "Drago, I have never wanted to be married to anyone, let alone forced to do so for a second time. Edward gave me no choice in the matter. All I want is to be left alone." She tried to jerk her arm away, he held it quite firmly.
                Alarmed as his amber eyes darkened in rage, his big hands shifted, grabbing her by the shoulders in a brutal grip. He jerked her to him, knocking the wind out of her when she his his unyielding chest. He forced her to face him, nose to nose. His lips so warm and delicious moments ago, curled into a snarl.
                "You are my wife! I will be the only one to share your bed. Never again will you sleep with Gabriel, do you understand me?" Nicolas roared, jealousy riding him hard.
                Isabella was speechless. Her and Gabriel? She wanted to laugh hysterically. Lord, she was in trouble. However, the fighter in her rose up. Anger coursed through her viens, making her reckless. Nose to nose, she growled, "Yea, you are my husband, legally binding. But mark my words--without my cooperation the Black Army will be useless to you! Remember, you need me much more than I have need of you." Isabella ripped her arm from his grasp and left her husband to stare after her in frustration.
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