A Sweet Surrender by Lena Hart

Author:Lena Hart [Hart, Lena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Romance, interracial romance
Publisher: Maroon Ash Publishing
Published: 2015-11-25T05:00:00+00:00

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James watched as the spiked-end of the tomahawk started down between his eyes. He kicked out at the warrior’s hand, knocking the vicious looking ax from the man’s grip. A second longer and it would have found a home in his skull.

James swung his other leg behind the man, forcing him back to the ground. He came over the man again and began landing blow after blow, beating him mindlessly, determined to finish him.

He’d struck Siara. He deserved to die.

But the warrior was strong. He managed to roll away from under James and crawl toward the tomahawk. James reached for him, but was too late. Akando clutched the tomahawk in his fists. James fell over him and wrapped his arm around the man’s neck, keeping him on his stomach. The man gurgled and strained beneath him as James increased the pressure and held him in the fierce grip. With his free hand, he wrenched the tomahawk from Akando’s hands. For a moment, James debated whether he should slam the blade into the man’s skull or simply snap his neck and be done with it.

I have no intention of causing anyone harm.

His words echoed in his head, jarring him out of his murderous rage. He’d made that promise to Siara—a promise he was seconds away from breaking. And she would hate him forever.

Suddenly, he remembered her sharp cry and fear flooded him.

Siara!

He turned to find her lying on the ground, unmoving. He released the unconscious warrior and pushed away from him. A moment longer and he could have strangled the warrior to death. He wasn’t all that convinced that he shouldn’t.

Instead, James rushed to Siara’s side. She was still breathing and he experienced a relief so great, he shuddered with it.

“Wake up for me, love,” he prompted hoarsely, brushing the loose strands of hair from her face. “Come on.”

She moaned softly, wincing as her eyes fluttered open. He scanned her body, to see if there were any obvious injuries. “Tell me where it hurts, love.”

Siara lifted her hand to her head. James ran his fingers gently through her hair until he brushed against the knot beginning to form. She winced again and moaned. He withdrew his hand.

“My head,” she croaked. “It’s hurt.”

“I know, love. Can you stand?” They couldn’t linger there much longer. The warrior was bound to wake up soon—if his battle cry hadn’t already alerted others.

When she struggled to her feet, James swooped her into his arms, bracing his weight on his good leg. He would not leave her here. Not to face retribution at the hands of her people just because she had saved his life. He carried her to the warrior’s horse and placed her atop it. “Wait for me,” he said. He grabbed the flint knife and the tomahawk and headed into the crude shelter that had been his dwelling for the past few weeks. He quickly gathered the supplies Siara had prepared for him and headed back to her. The warrior began to stir just as James climbed up on the horse behind her.

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