Medieval Monday! Redeeming the Rogue Knight by Elisabeth Hobbes!
Medieval Monday is here, featuring author’s choice.
For this week, please help me welcome Elisabeth Hobbes. The continuing excerpt is from her novel, Redeeming the Rogue Knight.
Excerpt –
‘You’ve not even begun yet,’ he said harshly, putting his hands on her shoulders and attempting to force her to her knees.
Lucy looked over her shoulder at Roger.
‘I told you to leave.’ Her words turned to a sob.
Roger stepped forward and tugged her hand from the miller’s belt.
‘You’re leaving with me.’
She wrenched free and ran from the room with her head down.
‘Where are you going?’ demanded the miller.
Roger bared his teeth in a warning growl to silence the man, then followed.
Follow along next week on Cathy McRae’s blog
What her novel is about –
The spy who sought refuge… When injured spy Sir Roger Danby comes asking for shelter at her inn, Lucy Carew is wary. He may be strikingly handsome, but the disgraced single mother has learned the hard way with men like him. Against her better judgment, she gives him refuge. Sir Roger has never been at the mercy of a woman before, and he’s never met one as mysterious and bewitching as Lucy. He hasn’t come looking for redemption, but Lucy is a woman who could reach in and touch his closely guarded heart…
Buy Links –
Amazon viewBook.at/RogueKnight (this one won’t come up as a link for some reason)
Harlequin https://www.harlequin.com/shop/books/9780373299461_redeeming-the-rogue-knight.html
Book Depository https://www.bookdepository.com/search/Redeeming-the-Rogue-Knight-Elisabeth-Hobbes/9780373299461
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“What do you want from me?”
Perhaps it was ridiculous, Ryen thought. Men never seemed to have a problem with taking what, Here's an excerpt from my novel, The Angel and the Prince - Enemies face off -
“What do you want from me?”
Perhaps it was ridiculous, Ryen thought. Men never seemed to have a problem with taking what, or who, they wanted. Maybe I’m making it more complicated than it should be. He is my prisoner.
She raised a hand to touch his thick mane. Bryce pulled back instantly. Ryen wrapped her fingers tightly in his hair, leaning into his strong chest. “You fear my touch?” she wondered in a soft whisper.
“Loathe is more like it,” he said.
She could feel the lie through his leggings and smiled. “Your body betrays you.”
“Step away from me, witch,” he snarled.
Ryen stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against his. At first they were immovable, but suddenly they parted and the hot passion he was trying to hide was released. His tongue slipped into her mouth, warring with hers.
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