One True Knight (The Knights of Honor Trilogy)

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by D'Angelo, Dana


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  Other Books By Dana D’Angelo

  A Knight’s Duty

  The Knights of Honor Trilogy — Book 2

  Excerpt:

  His eyes dropped to her mouth, watching her soft tongue dart across her lips.

  The corners of his mouth curved upward as if he knew which direction her thoughts had gone, and that she wanted nothing more but to feel his lips brush erotically against hers.

  She had seen the servants kiss one another before, but she had never been kissed herself, even though suitors had tried. Indeed, she had never been interested. Until now.

  This has to stop, she thought fiercely. Yet even as she considered this, she was helpless to do so. The heat was becoming almost unbearable now, the fluttering in her heart, wild with excitement and aye, she will admit it to herself, fear — a fear that her control of the situation was slipping away fast. It was madness, she knew. She had tight control of her actions. In fact she had spent a lifetime successfully controlling every aspect of her life. Yet this man, with only one melting look, could strip away her barrier, her one protection, and leave her feeling stripped naked, vulnerable, and wanting something that only he could deliver.

  Derrik’s hand slipped around her nape, gently cupping the back of her head. His other hand trailed down and lightly clasped her jaw. He then tilted her head ever so slightly to the side.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, watching him breathlessly, the blood humming through her veins.

  Her gaze settled on his mouth as she became mesmerized by his lips which were inching, closer and closer.

  With his lips just above hers, his eyes locked onto her brown ones, and he murmured, “You entice me too much, my lady.”

  And she was very enticing. He had kissed a number of women; he had even stolen a kiss from the object of his affection when he was young, but he had never felt this all consuming desire to savor the sweetness from one woman’s lips. His brain told him to stop. He knew that one kiss wouldn’t satisfy the raw hunger that ignited the moment he saw Amelie standing at the foot of the castle steps. But even as his mind told him this, his body continued to act on its own accord.

  His eyes followed his long fingers as they traced her jaw line, caressing her smooth, silky skin. They trailed along her throat, feeling the fluttering pulse there. His mouth stretched into a smile to discover that she was not wholly unaffected by his touch. Her breathing was erratic, coming out in short, rapid spurts, as if she was underwater, struggling for air.

  But the smile that touched upon his lips faded as his own breath quickened. And as his lips hovered over hers, as their breaths intermingled, the roar of his racing heart drowned out all other sounds. His eyes fastened to her mouth once again and all his thoughts, all his desires zeroed in on her plump, luscious lips.

  Like a loaded cart set in motion along a hill, there was no way to turn back; he could only move forward, could only go where temptation beckoned.

  And when their lips finally touched, the electricity as powerful as a lighting bolt ripped through his body, awakening, charging it, causing that part of him, which had been asleep, to become fully aroused, fully alert …

  “A Knight‘s Duty” at Amazon.com

  The Promise

  Excerpt:

  Estella looked past the first knight, and when she saw an even larger one, her eyes widened in alarm. In the full light, this second knight looked even more frightening and dangerous than his companion. Every step he took seemed deliberate and commanding, as if he was a lion surveying his domain. The air surrounding him crackled and even from this distance, Estella could sense the power that emanated from him.

  Like his friend, he wore a thick woolen cloak that accentuated his warrior’s physique. The material stretched across his broad shoulders and draped over his massive chest.

  He glanced her way as if he was aware of her intense perusal of him. His unwavering gaze made Estella flush.

  He searched her face, his eyes lingering on her countenance for what felt like an eternity. It was as if he could see through to the center of her being, could hear her thoughts. But how could that be? She had never met this man in her life. And as far as she knew, no one could read minds, could they? Her fingers dug into the trestle table, needing somehow to feel something solid, something to steady her trembling limbs.

  His eyes scanned over the rest of her body, his gaze settling on her breasts and then her hips. Estella felt an inexplicable urge to cover herself as a wave of heat coursed through her body. He raised his eyes to hers and time stood still.

  When he broke away from the electrifying contact, Estella felt the warmth being withdrawn as if a servant had opened the shutters, and let the cold air inside. Estella let out her breath in a rush, suddenly aware that she had been holding it.

  This man was dangerous. That much she could tell, and she suppressed an urge to shudder.

  “The Promise” at Amazon.com

  To My Readers…

  Thank you for taking a chance on me and purchasing this book. I hoped you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

  When you turn the page, Kindle will allow you an opportunity to rate the book, and share your thoughts on Facebook and Twitter. If you enjoyed this book and believe that it’s a book worth sharing, would you take a few seconds, and let your friends know about it? If it turns out that they receive hours of enjoyment, and experience love all over again simply by reading this fictional tale, they’ll be forever grateful to you. As will I.

  Dana D’Angelo

  Acknowledgements

  A special thanks to Belle W., Victoria F., Katie C., Jenna J., Courtney H., Kary R., Melissa L. and Elsie B. — a wonderful group of women who helped me with the editing of this book.

  Also a huge thank you to my husband and kids for their love, support and understanding. There is no way I could’ve done this without you guys.

  About the Author

  Dana is the only girl from a family of nine children. As a teenager, there was a constant battle for the T.V. remote, which she lost, so she was forced to find her amusement in books. A friend got her into romances, and soon she discovered the historical kind. She read as many as ten romance novels per week, spending hours with her nose pressed between the pages, skipping meals and cutting out sleep. Life, it seemed, wasn’t as exciting or interesting as in the Medieval or Regency eras.

  It wasn’t until she was married with two young kids that she decided to take a stab at writing her own historical romance novels.

  She is intrigued with the idea of writing romantic stories that could bring hours of enjoyment to readers, help them escape from reality, and perhaps remind them how sweet love is and should be. These are the things that she enjoys as a reader, and these are the things that she wants to give back as a writer.

  Dana lives in a city east of Toronto, Canada. When she’s not writing or reading, she’s dining at local restaurants with her husband and kids, and enjoying the spectacular foods of the world.

  You can learn more about Dana by visiting www.dana-dangelo.com

 

 

 


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