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“take the reins, Leif said, dropping them into my lap. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I first felt his hands upon my hair. With gentle yet efficient movements, he combed the hair back from my face, His fingers were warm and strong as they brushed against my neck, and I could feel an answering warm stir inside me. No one but my handmaiden had ever touched my hair, and having a man touch it seemed intensely intimate. A few moments of a tugging sensation, and then my hair was neatly plaited behind me. Thank you, I said quietly, I reached back and felt the smooth braid. How strange that this Northman warrior should know how to do something so domestic.”
― Jessica Leake, Beyond a Darkened Shore

“Swung by the swing of her seat in her tantalizing gait, her hair in plait pictured a pendulum that caressed her bottom.”
― B.S. Murthy, Benign Flame: Saga of Love