Enemy Fair

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Mora wants to love her new husband, but his belief that she should adhere to his authority in everything means conflict for the couple, and spankings for her.

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 Note: Enemy Fair was originally published as "Enemy Fair, Book One: The Challenge" and "Enemy Fair, Book Two: By His Leave". 

When the elderly Lord Desmond faces a battlefield challenge from rival Lord Kedar, everyone realizes it’s a death sentence. For his wife, Lady Mora, the idea of her husband dying and leaving his realm leaderless is untenable. So she invokes an archaic law that allows women to fight and demands to stand in for her husband, which is the right of every warrior who wishes to lay down his life for his lord in a challenge.

Lord Desmond has no choice but to watch his wife take the field. But when Kedar easily defeats Mora, he captures her and announces his own interpretation of the law. Her life, he claims, is forfeit to him and that means he can kill her or take her as his property.

Mora is disgraced when she finds herself in enemy clutches with no recourse, and when Kedar deals with her defiance by spanking her, she faces a new dilemma: how far can she push him until he breaks her?

Lady Mora’s decision to face Lord Kedar on the battlefield has sealed her fate. He decides to marry her to forge an alliance between his realm and the realm held by her late husband. Mora wants to love her new husband, but his belief that she should adhere to his authority in everything means conflict for the couple, and spankings for her.

To complicate matters, Lord Kedar’s second in command becomes increasingly menacing. When he makes it clear that he wants Mora for his own, she wants to warn her husband but fears that he will side with his right-hand-man. Will she be able to alert Lord Kedar to the plans of his disloyal second before it is too late? And what price will she pay in the process?

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Mora sat there by the fire, shaking, as she listened to the raised voices of the men. They were angry. She knew that. And she couldn’t blame them. After all, the old law decreeing that women be allowed to show honor in battle alongside the men was seen as obsolete. The fact that it remained law at all was nothing more than a nod to a warrior heritage long forgotten among the men – and women – of her realm. As children, females were trained to fight, but as adults they never did.

So why had Mora stepped up and offered to fight Lord Kedar? The answer was simple, at least to her. By offering to fight in the Lord Desmond’s stead, she’d save his life. For as much as she feared her own death at the tip of Kedar’s blade, that fear was but a shadow compared to the fear of seeing her kindly husband die before her.

She blinked back tears of she recalled their wedding night a mere year before. She, a beautiful widow, had been chosen by Lord Desmond as much for her benefit as for his. He needed a wife; she needed protection. As he sat beside her on the bed, his bony knees poking from beneath his nightdress, he had fixed bleary eyes on her and smiled a kindly smile.

“Fear not,” he had said. “I would not insult you by asking you to couple with me. I am old, and impotent. If it will not vex you, it is enough for me to have people think I was potent enough to keep you in my bedchamber this night.”

Mora had smiled and kissed him tenderly. And she’d let the old man hold her all night long. It had made her happy, how kindly he was to her. And she had been relieved not to have to worry about soothing his ego or miraculously teasing his dormant cock enough to slip inside and impregnate her. For although she was still fertile, her children were grown – or nearly grown – and scattered about. It felt good to be approaching her fourth decade and look – and feel -as if she were much younger. The marriage to Lord Desmond had afforded her a comfortable home, land to stroll and ride on, and a kind companion whose eventual death would guarantee her a gracious living before she joined him in the afterlife where – she hoped – he would be young again as she knew he wished he were when they were together.

She never thought she would die before he did. She never thought she would die like this. But as she sat listening to the men argue against a law she knew they could not circumvent, she also knew she could think of any more noble way to die.

Finally he came in. He looked older than ever. He sighed as he took the seat next to her.

“Why?” he asked.

“You know why,” she said quietly. “He’ll kill you.”

“He’ll kill you,” Desmond said, his voice quavering like a leaf on the wind.

“I cannot stand to see you die,” she said.

“And you think I can stand to see you die?” he asked.

She took her hands in his. The skin was so thin, like parchment.

“Desmond,” she said. “Please understand. You’ve seen death before. You’ve lost wives and children. But you’re still here and I believe it is because this land needs you. It needs your good counsel and your wisdom. It needs you to continue to raise the kind of army it will take to defeat Kedar. That is why he calls you out. You know it. I know it. He wants to cut you down because he knows it will throw our land into chaos.”

“But Mora?.”

She closed her eyes so she would not have to look upon the distress on his face. “Please. It is the only way.” When she opened her eyes again, she sought to look brave. For him. “Besides,” she added, forcing a smile. “It will turn everyone against him when he kills a woman, forced or not.”

Her husband looked at her with sad-eyed wonder. “If you had been born a man, you surely would have been king. For you are brave and shrewd.”

She leaned over and kissed him, gently, on the soft, loose skin of his face. He was a good man, such a good and kind man?

Mora stood then, picking up the sword that she’d chosen from the chest while the men had been arguing. It was small, but big enough for her. The hilt was inlaid with blue jewels that matched the blue of her skirt. She was glad she’d dressed for riding and not for fashion; she’d be able to move and dodge. It would buy her at least a few minutes on the battlefield before Kedar cut her down.

The men were still murmuring in the other room.

“They’re angry with me,” she said.

“They are angry that you shamed them by doing what none of them were brave enough to do,” Desmond said simply. “The law clearly states than anyone one person can offer to give up their lives in single combat for another. Any of them could have stepped forward. None did. You shame them all?”

“That was not my intent,” she said.

“No,” he said. “But we know that the male pride is weaker than anything, even the weakest woman is stronger.” He stood and walked to her. His tired eyes twinkled in the firelight. His beard was white as snow. His teeth were still even, although yellowed, as he smiled.”

“You are strong, my dear,” he said. “And now I will give you the only thing I have left that is of worth to you: Advice. Move swiftly. Kedar is big. Tire him out. Dodge. Weave. Duck. Make him chase you. He will; he has no choice. If he doesn’t take your life, by law he forfeits the challenge and is disgraced. He will try and kill you, as distasteful as it may be even to him. But your skill is in your small size and fleet foot. Evade him, my love. Evade him as long as you can. When he breathes heavy like a tired horse stab him here.”

Lord Desmond pointed to underneath his arm, where armor did not cover. “Go deep. It will feel?.awful. There is no easy way to kill a man, not even an enemy. But you must drive the sword in deep, for if you do not kill him the wound will bring out the beast in him and I fear your death at his hands would be brutal.”

She nodded. “Yes, my lord.”

He was blinking back tears now and cleared his through several times in rapid succession as he ran his bony fingers through her thick, honey-colored hair. It fell in waves down her back. She could not count the times he’d told her it was beautiful, that she was beautiful?

They could hear roaring now. It was coming from outside. Kedar’s army was getting restless. He and his men were tired of waiting for Lord Desmond and his generals to find away around the law. It was time. Time for her to face him. She told Desmond this. He nodded.

They turned towards the entrance to the tent. Standing there was her maid, Dagmar. Her plain face was streaked with tears.

“A word?” she asked Desmond. “It will take but a moment.” He nodded and Moral walked over to the woman who had served her so faithfully for so long.

“They could find no way to save you?” Dagmar asked.

“I don’t want to be saved,” Mora said. “I’m at peace with my decision. It is the best way.”

“No?.” Dagmar began, but stopped. “Are you afraid, my lady?”

Mora looked out through the slit in the tent. Kedar was standing on the crest of the hill. Even from a distance he seemed huge.

“Yes,” she admitted quietly. “I am afraid. I cannot beat him. He will take my life, as he must.”

“My lady?” Dagmar’s voice cracked with emotion.

“My husband will make provisions for you, Dagmar. You will live in comfort all the days of your life.” Mora turned to Desmond. “Promise me?”

“Your maid will live as a queen,” he promised.

Mora embraced the other woman and then, taking her husband’s hand, walked through the opening in the tent. It was late afternoon and ironically one of the most beautiful days Mora had ever seen. Winter was just beginning to break its icy grip. Birds chirped and chased one another across the field in expectation of spring’s arrival. But aside from bird calls, all was silent. She could feel hundreds upon hundreds of eyes on her. But two she sought to avoid. Kedar’s. She did not want to look at him for fear of showing her husband just how terrified she was becoming with each passing step.

Their army parted like a sea before them and finally they were there, on the hill, and Mora forced herself to look upon the man who would take her life. He was large, with blonde hair peeking from beneath the circular helmet on his head. His face was full, clean-shaven and slightly handsome. He had a cleft in his chin and even from a distance she could see that his eyes were blue. He wore mail, and gauntlets, but even with his arms and legs covered she knew he was broad and strong of limb. On the front of his tunic was the silhouette of a crimson eagle. It matched the image on the banner carried by his standard-bearer.

Dominant. It was the one word she’d heard used to describe him again and again. Kedar had dominated another army. He was dominant in his latest campaign. He was drawing closer and sought to dominate Lord Desmond’s army. Mora’s heart pounded faster. She was mincemeat.

“You send a woman to fight me!” Those were his first words, and not to her. The boomed like thunder.

“He did not send me to fight you!” She was surprised to hear herself speak in reply as she pointed to Lord Desmond. “I am choosing to die for him. It was my idea to thwart your plan. Not his. His land needs him, because even if he is now frail of body his is strong in wisdom and character and I would not see that taken from our people! That is the kind of loyalty this man inspires, Kedar! Perhaps one day you will be so loved as my Lord Desmond is.”

The mocking smile faded from Kedar’s face and was replaced by a hard stare. His expressions said it all: How dare this slip of a woman defy him. In his realm, there were no laws allowing equality between the sexes. Women spoke when they were spoken to.

He pulled the sword from his hilt. And as he did, Kedar smiled again. It was a slow smile, a cunning smile. Mora did not like it.

“If your frail lord is amused to watch his pretty bird’s life taken, then so be it.” He gestured her to come with his forefingers. His sword gleamed in the afternoon sun. Mora swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and walked towards him.

The armies were humming like a hive. As Mora drew closer to Lord Kedar she concentrated on feeling the wind on her face and in her long, loose hair one last time.

He lifted his sword as she came close. She felt like a child next to him, like David next to Goliath. But David had beaten Goliath. He’d beaten him by being quick. She decided to go for the element of surprise. Mora yelled and rushed him, and it worked. Lord Kedar leapt out of the way a split second in time to avoid being skewered.

She turned to see him advancing on her. His face was hard, resolute. Her heart pounded. He raised his sword. She stood and then ducked, dodging. He missed. The crowds roared. She wasn’t sure if it was in disappointment or delight.

Mora turned to face him. The wind had blown her hair across her face. She held the sword with one hand and pushed the billowing tresses out of her face with the other. She had no idea how beautiful she looked at that moment, even to the man who was coming at her with the sword.

She moved again, slicing backwards as she did. Her blade hit something. His arm. She caught him just above the gauntlet. There was blood on her blade. She looked down at it, amazed and then up at Kedar, who was looking down at his arm with a sort of curious surprise.

He walked towards her. She retreated backwards. His eyes were intense. He looked predatory, like a lion. Mora raised her sword. He was coming at her faster now. She looked at the rise and fall of his chest. He was breathing more heavily. Did it mean he was tired? Should she strike? She decided she must, before he did. She remembered where her husband had told her to strike. She lunged.

He moved out of the way with surprising swiftness and then Mora felt a crushing pressure. It took a second for her to realize that he had her in his grip. In the second he’d moved aside, Kedar had grabbed her mid-body with such force that she’d dropped her little sword and now hung helplessly between his body and thick forearm.

He felt the huge blade of his sword move to her throat. She heard the collective cry from her army and imagined the distressed face of her husband, who was about to witness her ultimate sacrifice.

“Lord Desmond!” Kedar’s voice boomed across the hill. “You allow your woman to do as she wishes, foolishly. She comes to fight and brave though she was she has been bested on the field of battle. She has offered up her life, and by law I am required to take it. But the law is open to interpretation. The law does no say, ‘kill.’ It says, ‘take a life.’ And I will do that. Lord Desmond, your woman’s life is mine. She is mine. And you will now lead an army who knows you as the man who gave his woman over to the tent and bed of his rival!”

A cry went up from the armies and Mora felt her head swim.

“No!” she cried. “NO!” His statement had hit her like a bucket of cold water and suddenly Mora realized she’d been wrong when she thought death the greatest thing to fear. The idea of becoming the property of this large, inflexible mean suddenly seemed ten times worth.

“You agreed to take my life!” she said, grasping the blade and pushing it towards her throat. “So take it! Unless you are a cowardly son of a whore dog! Take it!”

But Kedar instead grasped her arms and held them tight against her body as he sheathed his sword. Mora fought and struggled. She did not want her people to see her borne away like this to live as an example of what was being cast as her husband’s shame. The bastard! He had bested her! He had beat her at her own game!

“Come,” he was saying, and gave her a tug. But she refused and instead turned to strike him. Again – with surprisingly fast reflexes – he stayed her hand. And this time when he spoke, it was to her.

“Raise your hand against me again, or disobey me in any way and I will punish you until you cry rivers of tears.”

The warning was said quietly, calmly, and something about the delivery of the words reminded Mora of the one word she’d so often heard associated with Lord Kedar. Dominant. He was not a man to be trifled with. He was not a man who was used to being disobeyed. She would have to go with him. Her head began to spin. She had to think of something, and fast.

“I DEMAND AUDIENCE WITH THE NOBLE COUNCIL!” she cried.

The army hummed again as her request was passed from those who’d heard it to the men who had not.

“The Noble Council?” Kedar asked. “And to what ends.”

“I DEMAND AN AUDIENCE WITH THE NOBLE COUNCIL. FOR AN INTERPRETATION OF THE LAW! I WAS TO DIE TODAY, NOT TO BECOME THIS MAN’S?.”

“?pet?” he finished the sentence quietly, where only she could hear. “Slave? Property? Chattel? If I take your life under my interpretation, any of those things apply. And if challenging me was indeed your decision then you must prepare to accept the consequences of your defeat.” She moved to pull away with a cry of frustration but he grabbed her and pulled her back against his thick, sturdy torso. Mora had never felt so small.

“The Lady Mora has demanded an audience with the Noble Council!” he shouted. “Only a dishonorable man would deny her the right to seek an interpretation of the law that satisfies all on this field.”

“And what then?” came an impassioned cry from somewhere among Desmond’s men. “If they say you must kill her, will you kill her?”

“I will! But it is not because I chose her as my opponent! How the lady ended up here is for you all to discuss. Until this matter is decided, she is my prisoner. After the council’s decision I will either kill her or keep her as my own! Either way, I am victorious on this day! Tomorrow, the council will decide her fate!”

He turned to go back to his camp. This time, he did not give Mora the option of following. Instead, Kedar picked her up as one would a child and began to carry her towards his tent. She struggled, but could not move from his grasp. She craned her neck to catch one last glimpse of her husband’s tent, but could not see it, for Kedar’s men had fallen in behind him and were blocking her view. Directly behind her captor was a tall, thin man with sandy hair and a slightly ferret-like face. She could tell by his armor that he was of high rank, and he grinned at her now. Mora’s face flamed with anger and she looked away. She wanted to strike the mocking expression off the man’s face, but knew she could not reach him even if she tried. And she remembered Kedar’s warning when she’d tried to strike him.

She looked ahead. They were approaching the camp. Men were laughing, jeering, and cheering as he approached bearing the diminutive blonde woman in the blue dress. Word had spread fast, and everyone seemed amused at Kedar’s reluctant burden. She wanted to hide her face for shame, but the only place to bury it would be in the broad shoulder of her enemy, and she could not bring herself to do that. So she concentrated on looking straight ahead and fighting back the tears she so desperately wanted to shed.

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42 reviews for Enemy Fair

  1. DNF

    A pleasant tale of honor, love and courage with the suspense created by betrayal.

  2. DNF

    A pleasant tale of honor, love and courage with the suspense created by betrayal.

  3. SH (verified owner)

    I really enjoyed this story. It had adventure, romance, love, betrayal and a great ending. I would have given it a 5 star rating but the grammar and spelling mistakes were a distraction to me.

  4. SH (verified owner)

    I really enjoyed this story. It had adventure, romance, love, betrayal and a great ending. I would have given it a 5 star rating but the grammar and spelling mistakes were a distraction to me.

  5. Connie (verified owner)

    Mora and Kedar fight a battle to the death. She has decided to fight the battle for her much older but loved husband as the law allows. Kedar captures her and instead of killing her claims her as his, She fights him constantly and is punished. Enjoyed the story and the characters, however as with all of Sullivan Clarke\\\’s books I found the proof reading and editing lacking.

  6. Connie (verified owner)

    Mora and Kedar fight a battle to the death. She has decided to fight the battle for her much older but loved husband as the law allows. Kedar captures her and instead of killing her claims her as his, She fights him constantly and is punished. Enjoyed the story and the characters, however as with all of Sullivan Clarke’s books I found the proof reading and editing lacking.

  7. Katherine (verified owner)

    Very disappointing. Very little sex and any spanking is very perfunct, not titillating at all.

  8. Katherine (verified owner)

    Very disappointing. Very little sex and any spanking is very perfunct, not titillating at all.

  9. angelia (verified owner)

    well written full of action romance and suspense It is hard to put down Lots brattiness with a lot of help from a strong alpha male what more could you ask for

  10. angelia (verified owner)

    well written full of action romance and suspense It is hard to put down Lots brattiness with a lot of help from a strong alpha male what more could you ask for

  11. Jaycee

    I love stories that depict medieval times and strong women, and this one did not disappoint. I enjoyed the adventure and the fact that Kedar admired Mora\\\’s bravery. I only wish he hadn\\\’t been so intent on breaking her in front of Creed. But all in all, an enjoyable read!

  12. Jaycee

    I love stories that depict medieval times and strong women, and this one did not disappoint. I enjoyed the adventure and the fact that Kedar admired Mora’s bravery. I only wish he hadn’t been so intent on breaking her in front of Creed. But all in all, an enjoyable read!

  13. Alicia (verified owner)

    This was a really good medieval story about a woman who faces her older but much loved husbands rival on the battlefield but instead of being killed she is captured. She is defiant by nature which leads her to getting many spankings and of course there is also evil every where you look.

  14. Alicia (verified owner)

    This was a really good medieval story about a woman who faces her older but much loved husbands rival on the battlefield but instead of being killed she is captured. She is defiant by nature which leads her to getting many spankings and of course there is also evil every where you look.

  15. Evelyn

    Wonderful medieval story about a headstrong young woman who takes her elderly husbands place on the battlefield faciing his rival but instead of being killed like she thought she is captured. This leads to many problems and lots of spankings along the way.

  16. Evelyn

    Wonderful medieval story about a headstrong young woman who takes her elderly husbands place on the battlefield faciing his rival but instead of being killed like she thought she is captured. This leads to many problems and lots of spankings along the way.

  17. TG (verified owner)

    This was an exceptional story, but then I am rather fond of the more historical/medieval type stories. I also agree with SH, otherwise it would be a five.

  18. TG (verified owner)

    This was an exceptional story, but then I am rather fond of the more historical/medieval type stories. I also agree with SH, otherwise it would be a five.

  19. Arleen (verified owner)

    I loved this story! The characters were strong but still real people with faults. The domestic discipline was done for good reason and with love. It had a good plot and a well thought out ending. I couldn\\\’t put it down. I will be looking for more books by this author.

  20. Arleen (verified owner)

    I loved this story! The characters were strong but still real people with faults. The domestic discipline was done for good reason and with love. It had a good plot and a well thought out ending. I couldn’t put it down. I will be looking for more books by this author.

  21. BL Froman (verified owner)

    I really enjoyed this book. The heroine is a bit rash and doesn\\\’t seem to take the time to think things through, but her passion for all she does is very real. The relationship with her captor is a bit rushed to be realistic to me, but I enjoyed both characters.

  22. BL Froman (verified owner)

    I really enjoyed this book. The heroine is a bit rash and doesn’t seem to take the time to think things through, but her passion for all she does is very real. The relationship with her captor is a bit rushed to be realistic to me, but I enjoyed both characters.

  23. kitty_ranma (verified owner)

    i really loved this the only thing that almost kept it from getting a 5 was the typos.

  24. kitty_ranma (verified owner)

    i really loved this the only thing that almost kept it from getting a 5 was the typos.

  25. Rhea (verified owner)

    Great story! You really get a feel for the characters and their trials. Loved the plot and character development.

  26. Rhea (verified owner)

    Great story! You really get a feel for the characters and their trials. Loved the plot and character development.

  27. KArc (verified owner)

    I enjoyed reading about Mora’s struggle as she lost a challenge for her husbands kingdom and was won by Kedar. I found it very frustrating that the author kept mixing up her pronouns and that she had a recap of the first half of the story half way through.

  28. KArc (verified owner)

    I enjoyed reading about Mora??s struggle as she lost a challenge for her husbands kingdom and was won by Kedar. I found it very frustrating that the author kept mixing up her pronouns and that she had a recap of the first half of the story half way through.

  29. Vicki (verified owner)

    Lord Kedar challenges Lord Desmond for his land. Due this age, his wife, Lady Mora volunteers to take his place. Lord Kedar wins the battle and instead of killing Lady Mora, he decides to keep her as his own. When deceit appears on Lord Kedar\\\’s doorstep he is to blind to take notice. It is up to Lady Mora to take a stand once again. -My only issue with this story is that there is an editing issue with Lord Kedar\\\’s name. It changes mid story to something like Kevlar.

  30. Vicki (verified owner)

    Lord Kedar challenges Lord Desmond for his land. Due this age, his wife, Lady Mora volunteers to take his place. Lord Kedar wins the battle and instead of killing Lady Mora, he decides to keep her as his own. When deceit appears on Lord Kedar’s doorstep he is to blind to take notice. It is up to Lady Mora to take a stand once again. -My only issue with this story is that there is an editing issue with Lord Kedar’s name. It changes mid story to something like Kevlar.

  31. Debbie (verified owner)

    I really enjoyed this story. Mora has a strong sense of loyalty and love. She faces many challenges and heartache along the way. The plot of this story was unexpected and refreshing. Definitely a hard story to stop reading once your start.

  32. Debbie (verified owner)

    I really enjoyed this story. Mora has a strong sense of loyalty and love. She faces many challenges and heartache along the way. The plot of this story was unexpected and refreshing. Definitely a hard story to stop reading once your start.

  33. Debbie (verified owner)

    I really enjoyed this story. Mora has a strong sense of loyalty and love. She faces many challenges and heartache along the way. The plot of this story was unexpected and refreshing. Definitely a hard story to stop reading once your start.

  34. Debbie (verified owner)

    I really enjoyed this story. Mora has a strong sense of loyalty and love. She faces many challenges and heartache along the way. The plot of this story was unexpected and refreshing. Definitely a hard story to stop reading once your start.

  35. anon (verified owner)

    I have read this book several times and have missed what these reviews have seen. I have not read about a bratty Mora. She\\\’s open and forthright with how she feels and why she does things. I find her admirable. She loves wholeheartedly and fights to keep her loved ones safe. Her defense of her second husband was for a good, political reason. That\\\’s not defiant. What I do find is a strong male who finds himself unquestionably right. He doesn\\\’t bother to check into any situation. He has already decided what the facts are. To me that is a sign of a weak man. Mora was always honorable with him. She was honest, even knowing oncoming punishment. She understood her husband wore blinkers to the truth of events and yet she still tried. Kedar never seems to get this. He consistently punishes without truly listening to Mora. He keeps her the designated wrong. Finally, the truth is forced on Kedar. I would have liked the story to have continued a little further so I could have proof that he came to value the treasure he had in Mora. We know she came to care for him, but we were denied the words and acts that showed he cared for her. Sad. The final point was the editing. How frustrating it is to get into a pivotal point of the story and have to stop to figure out what the pronouns were suppose to be. It quite ruined several scenes for me.

  36. anon (verified owner)

    I have read this book several times and have missed what these reviews have seen. I have not read about a bratty Mora. She’s open and forthright with how she feels and why she does things. I find her admirable. She loves wholeheartedly and fights to keep her loved ones safe. Her defense of her second husband was for a good, political reason. That’s not defiant. What I do find is a strong male who finds himself unquestionably right. He doesn’t bother to check into any situation. He has already decided what the facts are. To me that is a sign of a weak man. Mora was always honorable with him. She was honest, even knowing oncoming punishment. She understood her husband wore blinkers to the truth of events and yet she still tried. Kedar never seems to get this. He consistently punishes without truly listening to Mora. He keeps her the designated wrong. Finally, the truth is forced on Kedar. I would have liked the story to have continued a little further so I could have proof that he came to value the treasure he had in Mora. We know she came to care for him, but we were denied the words and acts that showed he cared for her. Sad. The final point was the editing. How frustrating it is to get into a pivotal point of the story and have to stop to figure out what the pronouns were suppose to be. It quite ruined several scenes for me.

  37. Artsy1 (verified owner)

    I liked this book very much. I thought the characters were well developed and there was a flow to the storyline. Mora was stubborn in her attempt to prove herself to Kedar and I liked that she didn\\\’t crumble right away. Kedar was firm, yet caring and you could see his heart changing throughout the story. Nice twist or two in there also that I won\\\’t spoil.

  38. Artsy1 (verified owner)

    I liked this book very much. I thought the characters were well developed and there was a flow to the storyline. Mora was stubborn in her attempt to prove herself to Kedar and I liked that she didn’t crumble right away. Kedar was firm, yet caring and you could see his heart changing throughout the story. Nice twist or two in there also that I won’t spoil.

  39. Laurel (verified owner)

    I enjoyed this very much. There was strong character development, challenges, heart break and they overcame many of the obstacles and became stronger.

  40. Laurel (verified owner)

    I enjoyed this very much. There was strong character development, challenges, heart break and they overcame many of the obstacles and became stronger.

  41. Mattie

    Mora is very brave to fight Kedar. Of course Kedar is clever and makes the law work to his advantage. I think Mora ends up happier with a younger husband even if she does get spanked.

  42. Mattie

    Mora is very brave to fight Kedar. Of course Kedar is clever and makes the law work to his advantage. I think Mora ends up happier with a younger husband even if she does get spanked.

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