Title: Knight of My Dreams
Author: Lynsay Sands
Genre: Romance / Historical / Medieval
Publish Date: April 29, 2014
Publisher: HarperCollins
Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.
~ Book Synopsis ~
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lynsay Sands comes a classic short story of a knight in need of a bride…
Lady Alice knows she is not the type to entice a man. She’s too voluptuous, too intelligent, too strong-minded. Why, she even reads! But then Jonathan, Earl of Fairley, arrives at court. Tall, dark and handsome, the knight is any woman’s dream. And he has just been ordered by the king to find a bride…and Alice is to help him!
Jonathan has been evading his mother’s matchmaking schemes for years, so why does she insist that Lady Alice isn’t for him? Alice is only to aid in his search for a bride, yet Jonathan can’t help but be distracted by her glorious hair the color of a sunset, and her figure that is like a lush berry about to burst to full ripeness... Has Jonathan fallen prey to love?
Excerpt
"Are
you all right?"
Alice
glanced up in surprise at the concern in Lord Jonathan's voice. He
wasn't looking at her; his gaze was traveling down her body in the
wake of his hands as he checked her over to be sure she wasn't
injured. She flushed at the familiar way his fingers skimmed over
her, and took a quick step back, nearly tumbling again.
"I
am fi-fine," she got out a little breathlessly as he caught her
arms to steady her. "Really," Alice added when he continued
to look concerned. After a brief pause, he swallowed and nodded, then
turned to grab at the reins of his mount.
Her
gaze moved distractedly back to the small swatch of blue cloth on the
ground by her feet. She was about to draw Jonathan's attention to it,
when she was suddenly caught by the waist and lifted onto his horse.
Alice
promptly began to protest. "Oh, really, my lord. There is no
need for us to ride. I can walk back to the clearing. I—"
At
last she gave up her protests, mostly because he was ignoring her. He
mounted in front of her and drew her hands around his waist.
"Hold
on," he instructed.
Alice
nodded against his back, breathing in deeply to try to steady her
nerves. It was rather novel to be in such close proximity to a man.
She had never done so before. Unmarried women were simply not allowed
such familiarity. Of course, this was an unusual circumstance, and…
Her
thoughts died as she breathed in the scent of him. He smelled of the
woods and the river and…male. It was a surprisingly pleasant mix,
she decided, breathing it in again as her fingers interlocked at his
middle. Feeling the muscles of his stomach bunch and ripple, she
flattened her fingers over them to get the full sensation, then,
realizing what she was doing, stopped breathing in embarrassment. Her
fingers stilled.
Of
course, Alice couldn't go long holding her breath. She managed to do
so for the short ride back to the clearing, but there the breath left
her in a slow hiss. The place was empty. Lady Fairley and her uncle
had not waited for them; they had apparently ridden on ahead. Alice
recalled the small swatch of cloth she had spotted near the horses
and pondered silently, wondering why Lady Fairley had been by the
horses. Surely she hadn't untied Alice's mount and let it go? Had she
really been so annoyed with Alice as to wish to have her walk back to
the castle?
"Well,
we shall have to ride quickly to catch up," Lord Jonathan said.
Alice
glanced at the back of his head, then pressed close and held on
tightly as he spurred his mount into a trot. She didn't hold her
breath this time. Instead she sat, her breasts pressed against his
back, her hands clutched at his front, breathing in deeply of his
scent. She was enjoying it so much, it took her most of the ride to
realize that despite his words, Jonathan wasn't trying very hard to
catch up to her uncle and his mother. He had the horse going at a
trot, but a rather slow one, really. They had ridden here faster. She
was so startled by the realization that she loosened her hold and
started to pull away, but he stopped her by catching her hands with
one of his own.
"You
had best hold on," he said. "I would not wish to see you
fall."
Alice
wondered at the husky note to his voice, but decided to merely enjoy
the ride. She relaxed against him.
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About the Author
LYNSAY SANDS is the nationally bestselling author of the Argeneau/Rogue Hunter vampire series, as well as numerous historicals and anthologies. She’s been writing stories since grade school and considers herself incredibly lucky to be able to make a career out of it. Her hope is that readers can get away from their everyday stress through her stories, and if there’s occasional uncontrollable fits of laughter, that’s just a big bonus.
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