Their passion could not be denied—but could their love transcend all that had gone before? Only a moment…and a decision born out of desperation had sealed Sigrid's fate. With the raiding English army at her heels, the Viking widow had thrown herself on the mercy of a fierce Saxon warrior. Perhaps it was madness that had driven her into the arms of her enemy, but his look had promised shelter from the carnage surrounding them. Liefwin's blue eyes were hot, hot as the blue heart of the flame in the hearth. They burned her, and Sigrid recognized the dangerous force that was in them, the age-old desire of men. Yet the desire in him sought a response from her that was equal in its searing heat. For one instance it was there. With no thought of who he was or what it meant. It was just there, at the most primitive level a woman faces a man. "No…" The raw sound of her own voice brought her back to her senses. She had never wanted a man in her life. She remembered how much reason they had to hate each other. And now she had just done the most dangerous, stupid thing imaginable.