by Sahara Kelly
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This series of romances based in and around Renaissance Faires will be wrapping up with the next book, ROUGH KNIGHT? It is, as you may have deduced, Sophie Lewis's story and it involves leather. And perhaps some bondage. And perhaps a bit of punishment as well, along with a man who is as tender and loving as he is dominant. Sahara Kelly has written more than a few popular BDSM novels, and is looking forward to dipping her pen into the turbulent ink of desire blended with submission and dominance. Sophie's about to find out just what constitutes a Rough Knight. In more ways than one.
If you missed the first adventure, be sure to pick up ONE KNIGHT ONLY. It's available for your Nook eReader. Set in Massachusetts, at King Richard's Faire, this is a personal favorite of Sahara's, since she's a regular attendee. She has also visited the other two locations for this series, Maryland and Tampa, but since she's a New Englander now, she's most familiar with the lovely landscape of Southern Massachusetts. And of course, there must be costumes. Another of Sahara's obsessions. Keep an eye out for a little pamphlet she's published titled "Sahara Kelly's Guide to Corsets". At the moment it's only in private distribution, but you never know…
Here's a sneak peek at the first book in this series –
ONE KNIGHT ONLY.
(Thaddeus Fisher, known to his friends as Tad, has a meeting in a rather unorthodox setting – behind the scenes of a joust at a Renaissance Faire…)
Tad had learned to ride years ago, cherishing the secret ambition of slapping on a Stetson and a pair of Colt 45s. Or whatever cowboys had used. Sadly, the riding community in Magnolia, north of Boston, was more into dressage and polo than recreating the gunfight at the OK Corral. So his riding career had been briefer than he'd anticipated. No tears were shed, since his nasal passages had never completely accustomed themselves to the fragrance of sweaty equines. He supposed one got used to it, but for his part he'd rather not. These days, his horses of choice were the ones under the hood of his Audi.
"Yo. A.J." Mr. Chatty hollered into a stall. "You got company. Some lawyer."
Tad didn't bother correcting him, just waited for A.J. Ashford to emerge. He was envisioning some sort of squire-type-cum-stablehand. So it was an enormous surprise when a small blonde figure emerged wiping her hands on a grubby cloth.
"Where?"
"Over there." Muscles gestured with his chin toward Tad then looked down at her. "You done with Moses?"
"Yep. He's okay, Joe. Just go easy on him. I still don't like the look of that saddle sore, but it's healing and I've dressed it. Keep your armor away from it, if you can."
A grunt seemed to end the conversation and Tad found the strength to close his mouth, which had fallen open at the elfin vision before him. She was petite but rounded, her voluptuous shape revealed by a tight gown, cut low in front. Her blonde hair flew every which way, long fronds seeming to dance around her head and through the flowers and ribbons completing the magical look. Her dress was blue and there wasn't a speck of dirt on it--a miracle in and of itself, given the surroundings.
But all these things registered as vague and insubstantial details on Tad's consciousness because he had a growing suspicion he knew who A.J. Ashford was.
She stopped short as she got her first good look at him. "Oh my God. Tad?"
Recovering from his temporary mental paralysis, Tad attempted a smile. "Drina? Is that you?"
It seemed as if the little faery creature grew in stature as she squared her shoulders, tossed the cloth aside and marched toward him.
"Yes, Tad. It's me." She tensed. "You motherfucker."
Her left hook to his chin came out of the blue and knocked him flat on his ass.
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