One Knight Stand
a Contemporary Romance
by: Kryssie Fortune
Crusader knight, Blaxton
de Ferrers rises as a vampire after the Knights Defender steal his soul.
Murdered by his cousin, he preys on the people he once swore to protect. His
emotions leach out of him. Gradually, he forgets how to feel.
Eight hundred years
later, he meets Harriet.
Harriet Mortlake’s a
strong, sassy woman who battles her weight and her temper. She’s the modern-day
archivist in the castle which was Blaxton’s childhood home. She’s supposed to
ferret out the castle’s secrets. Instead, she finds the love of her life.
When danger threatens Harriet, Blaxton steps in.
Harriet and Blaxton are a match made in heaven. Except… he’s a vampire and he’s
destined for hell.
(Previously
sold as Knight’s vampire)
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Excerpt
“How
dare you embarrass me like that?” Harriet Mortlake planted her hands on her
hips and glowered at the man she’d cornered outside the cafe. Her normal
iceberg cool deserted her, and she wanted to slap the condescending smile off
his face. Around this stranger, she felt as though lightning bolts flashed from
her eyes.
“It’s
a temple, not a chapel,” he insisted.
Stubborn. Damn. Male.
She’d been showing the big guns from the Castles’ Management Trust around the
building. They’d already made it clear they thought her too young for the
archivist’s role. This know-it-all had infuriated her when he sounded off in
the chapel. Now he antagonized her all over again.
“As
if!” Harriet snorted. “No way would medieval Christians build a pagan temple on
their grounds. Superstitious locals would have accused them of devil worship.
They burned heretics at the stake, remember?”
Despite
Mr. Condescending’s interference, she’d impressed the big bosses—she thought.
Now the sexiest male, ever, clung to his ridiculous belief the chapel had been
a pagan temple.
He
flashed her a smile which would have lit up the underground chapel where he’d
embarrassed her earlier. He should keep his mouth shut and let her admire his
looks. Everything about him radiated sex appeal. Looking at him almost made her
anger evaporate, but he gave her the know-it-all look that made her bristle.
“You
need to get your facts right,” he told her, determined to have the last word.
Stupid, arrogant male. She
couldn’t decide whether to show him her diplomas and degrees or kick his shins.
She’d reined in her temper while the higher-ups carried out their inspection.
Now they’d left, she felt free to vent her rage. Hands still on her hips, she
tapped her foot at him.
“Lost
for words without an audience? Or don’t you have any facts to back up your
cock-and-bull story? Put up or shut up, Mister. Tell me why you think it’s a
temple.”
Mr.
Condescending sat outside the castle’s tearoom as if he hadn’t a care in the
world. His interference when she’d shown the bigwigs into the chapel could have
cost her the job she loved. Whitborough Castle’s extensive records needed
cataloging, and Harriet couldn’t wait to get her hands on them.
More about Kryssie Fortune
Kryssie Fortune writes the
sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her
paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves,
arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons. Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.
Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.
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