Welcome back! Take a peek at Only For A Knight by Michelle Miles below. I , for one, am a bit sad that I'm not reviewing it! It looks wonderful! I hope you enjoy the excerpt & be sure to enter the giveaway for your chance at winning a copy of this great book!
By: Michelle Miles
Publisher : Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc (Dec. 2012)
Length : 289 pages
ASIN : B009IOJGYK
Genre: Fantasy, Romance
Book Description:
After saving her love, Princess Elyne returns to the
Otherworld by order of her mother. But it’s not the homecoming she expects.
Furious Elyne has meddled with humans, the queen imprisons her and strips away
her magic. The only way Elyne can get it back is to perform one selfless act.
When Queen Maeve sends Derron to find the Guardian of the
Sword of Light, he can’t leave without releasing Elyne. After all, she altered
time to save his life. But freeing the princess comes with a steep price—he
must take her with him on this dangerous quest. And the two must deal with
feelings of past hurt and the love growing between them.
Their search becomes more than a pursuit for the missing
Guardian as Lord Kieran rises to dominate the Unseelie court. He will stop at
nothing to gain control of both the Otherworld and the human realm. Even with
the help of Elves, dragons and their human friends, the odds are stacked
against Derron and Elyne.
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~ Excerpt ~
“I’m sure it
was because I’m so charming.”
This made him
laugh out loud, showing off his deep dimples on either side of his kissable
mouth. It sent her stomach plummeting to her shoes to see the joy in his face.
Something he hadn’t had in far too long. As least since his last joust in the
human realm when he nearly died…twice.
Derron slid
an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close as they walked. She stumbled,
falling into him a lot closer than he probably intended. She could feel the
warmth of him pressing through to her skin, delighting every sense she had. Her
pulse quickened as he leaned toward her and kissed her on the cheek.
Disappointment quickly followed when that was all she got. A sisterly peck.
“You are
truly delightful, your highness,” Derron said.
“I wish you
wouldn’t call me that.” Irritation clawed through her. Mostly because he didn’t
take her in his arms and kiss her thoroughly. As though she were the last Fae
woman worth kissing.
“Why not?
Isn’t that your rightful title?”
“It is, but
it’s unnecessary for you to continue to use ‘your highness’.”
“You don’t
seem to mind when the others call you that.” Before she could answer, he asked,
“Would you prefer ‘princess’, then?”
“No.” She
pouted, clenching her jaw tight and trying not to pucker her lips. Still, she
was incensed. And he still held her so close she could literally feel his
pulsing heart. Or maybe that was her imagination.
“‘Your
worship’?”
Now he was
teasing her. She flushed to the tips of her pointed ears, her face burning hot.
“Not that
either, I gather. How about ‘your grace’? I suppose I could bend the rules of
address this once and call you that. Would that do?”
“No.” She
punched him in the ribs to get away but he still held fast. “Let me go.”
He stopped
walking so suddenly she stumbled again. This time he turned to her, grasped her
arms and pulled her close. So close, her hands rested on his chest and she knew
for certain she could feel his heart pounding through his tunic. Their eyes
locked, his searching hers. Heat flooded her. Something she’d not known…well,
ever. And especially for Derron.
It had been
much too long since he’d looked at her like that. Ages, in fact. When he had
tried to court her and all she wanted to do was run away from him. She’d wanted
nothing to do with him. She had been such a fool to reject him. And why had
she? She thought she hadn’t been in love with him. How wrong she was.
“Elyne, then.
How about I call you Elyne?”
She liked the
way her name sounded on his tongue. Oh, he’d said it before. But usually with
princess attached to it. Rarely her name. And never looking at her like that.
Her gaze
focused on his lips, perfect for kissing. The deep-set dimples on either side.
The scruffy blond whiskers shadowing his jaw and cheeks. Neither of them wore
their glamour here in the Otherworld to hide their true Fae features. His ears
were tipped like hers, his blond hair fell over his forehead in thick waves and
she longed to run her fingers through the silken strands.
“You may call
me Elyne.”
His gaze
landed on her lips, paused, and then lifted back to hers. He wanted to kiss her
but he was afraid. Mayhap as afraid as she was for him to kiss her. That would
mean they had deep feelings for each other and since they’d made such a mess of
things with the broken betrothal, she wasn’t sure where that would leave them.
“Then ’tis
what I’ll call ye.”
She blinked
in surprise as he released her and resumed walking. For that brief moment, his
Irish lilt came out so clear it took her aback. In fact, she couldn’t recall
ever hearing it. He masked it so well.
“You coming,
Elyne?” he called over his shoulder.
Elyne picked
up her skirts and fell in step beside him. “Shouldn’t I be armed as well?” She
steered the conversation as far from the two of them as possible. She didn’t
want to acknowledge the need and desire Derron had managed to stir inside her.
All she wanted to do was ignore it.
“You? Armed?
Why?”
“All of you
are armed,” she said. “You have a sword and a dagger. And I have no magic.”
“Fear not,
dear prin—Elyne. I promise to keep thee safe.”
She snarled
at him. Mocking me again. “Are you denying me a weapon?”
“Can you
shoot a bow?” he asked, giving her a sideways glance. Even though he tried to
keep his face passive, she could see the underlying smirk.
“Nay.”
“Wield a
sword?”
“Nay.”
Derron
chuckled. “Then, pray tell, what sort of weapon do you wish for?”
She’d never
laid her hands on a weapon before but it seemed silly to be traipsing through
the Woodlands Forest with nothing but her wits. She would feel much better if
she had something within reach. Mayhap some sort of blade she could keep on her
person. Something that could replace the fact she had no magic. She may as well
be running around naked.
She looked
over Derron, noticed the sheath tied to his thigh and knew that’s what she
wanted.
“A dagger.”
Aye, that would make her feel better to have one. “I know how to use that.”
“A dagger?”
He splayed his fingers. “You have any ideas on where to get one? I don’t see
Thuluke’s Weapons Shoppe here.”
Her gaze
landed once again on his dagger. He put a possessive hand on it. “You want
mine. Of course you do.”
“You could
spare the dagger.”
“I could,
couldn’t I?” Smiling, Derron unsheathed his dagger and handed it to her. “I
expect you to take good care of that. It was a gift from my father.”
“It will be
safe with me.” She ran her finger along the pearl hilt, admiring the iridescent
colors dancing along it.
“Have any
idea how to use it?”
Elyne
blinked. “Not exactly.”
Grinning, he
stepped behind her, wrapped his long fingers around her thin wrist. “Allow me
to demonstrate.”
Derron’s body
pressed against her back, molding to her easily. With her wrist in his hand,
the delicious warm skin pressing hers, it was difficult for her to concentrate
on his words.
“Thrust like
this.” He pulled her arm back and then pushed it forward. “Aim for the heart.
If you miss that, then the neck.” Heated breath cascaded over her nape. His
woodsy scent filled her nose.
“Why?” she
asked.
“Best way to
kill a man, princess. How does it feel?”
Splendid.
Though she was certain he meant the dagger in her hand. “It feels like a
dagger.”
He chuckled
and released her. “You’ll need this too.” He untied the sheath from his thigh.
“But a lady, nay a princess, shouldn’t keep that in plain sight.”
“Why not?”
“She is more
lethal with a hidden weapon.”
A mischievous
light twinkled in his eyes, making her heart do a quick ka-thunk in her chest.
Derron knelt at her feet, his gaze still on hers. When his hand went up her
skirt and rested on her calf, she nearly came undone. Slowly, he slid his hand
along her leg, pushing up her skirt to reveal an expanse of creamy white skin.
Her heart throbbed, pounding wildly in her chest and ears. Her breath caught in
her throat.
Elyne watched
as he tied the sheath to her thigh in the same manner. She’d swear she could still
feel the warmth of his skin on it as he secured it in place.
“There. The
dagger?” He held his hand up for it.
She placed
the pearl hilt in his palm and he deftly slid it into the sheath. All the while
keeping his hands in constant contact with her leg.
“That should
do it.” Derron rose to his full height.
He had two
inches on her, his hair brushing his forehead as he gave her a wicked smile. He
knew what he was doing and he liked doing it. She liked him doing it. Why did
he touch her so intimately when they’d been at odds for so long? He’d gone to
the court to have their betrothal broken and now this?
“Feel better,
princess?”
“I—”
But that was
as far as she got when an arrow went zooming between them and buried in the
ancient oak beside her head.
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