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Once Upon A Knight – Jackie Ivie
"This story is magic pure and simple. There is little in the way of potions a just a few cures for the injured but the storyline between Sybil and Vincent will melt your heart and have you dreaming of castles and love spells."
Historical Romance Society
On Sale: October 6, 2009
Kensington, 352 pp
ISBN-10: 1420101668
In the fog-filled Scottish Highlands of 1457, a sensual dare brings together a fiery lass and a mysterious suitor – but it will take more for them to discover they’ve fallen in love….
A brawny clansman
The fiercely handsome Vincent Danzel never backs away from a dare. So, when he’s challenged to make a particular young lady fall in love with him without taking her to his bed, he jumps at the chance to woo the unsuspecting lass to her knees…
A willful lady
Sybil Eschoncan’s visions warn her that an unsuitable man will enter her life, and Vincent’s sudden appearance confirms her prediction. But she’s unprepared for her wild attraction to the rake – and perplexed by his unwillingness to claim her…
An irresistible passion.
Vincent vows to resist his mounting desire, even as Sybil’s every word intrigues him and her every touch ignites his senses. But when another man lays claim to the tempting maid, Vincent must risk everything to fight for the love he never expected to find….
Sneak Peak
Sybil dipped her head and slanted her shoulder and made a move around him in a dismissive fashion. He took a sideways step and blocked her. Sybil looked at his feet and then tried again. This time she moved to the other side of the hall, taking three steps and gaining a half-step forward of progress. One of his sideways lunges however and she was blocked again. She blew the slightest sigh through her lower lip, making it puff out and a wisp of her hair flutter.
“Vincent,” he said.
Sybil ran her gaze up the mass of flesh he was displaying for her and met his eyes. The wretch was smiling. He was openly doing it now and showing full teeth. She tilted her head to one side and regarded him, forcefully ignoring every bit of how it felt. Every bit. Especially the itch of sensation at each breast tip, where she must have donned an under dress that hadn’t been rinsed thoroughly because it chaffed with what had to be lye residue. Especially there.
“I ken your name already. You told me.”
“So say it.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m asking you to.”
Sybil pulled in a breath and complied, giving her voice the most enticing, sensual, deep-throated undertone she knew how, as she drew the first syllable of his name out in a lengthy fashion before finishing it with a moan of sound.
The reaction was immediate and visual. The mass of man jumped slightly as if an itch of sensation made it inevitable. Sybil was around him and almost down the hall before she heard his boots coming after her.
She stopped, turned fully and put both hands out, blocking his way for a change. She was watching his reaction as he slowed to a crawl of movement and then halted just shy of her, and just stood there, breathing deeply. Sybil was matching him but kept the beginnings of agitation to herself.
“You’ve a reason for delaying me?” she asked finally.
“I’m na’ delaying you,” he replied. And gave that little smirk-smile that came with one dimple. “At least….na’ this time.”
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