I am excited to welcome author Lynsay Sands, who is sharing an exclusive excerpt from her new novel, Knight of My Dreams.
Lady Alice knows she is not the type to entice a man. She’s too voluptuous, too intelligent, too strong minded. Why, she even reads! But then Jonathan, Earl of Fairley, arrives at court. Tall, dark and handsome, the knight is any woman’s dream. And he has just been ordered by the king to find a bride … and Alice is to help him!
Jonathan has been evading his mother’s matchmaking schemes for years, so why does she insist that Lady Alice isn’t for him? Alice is only to aid in his search for a bride, yet Jonathan can’t help but be distracted by her glorious hair—the color of a sunset—and a figure that is like a lush berry about to burst to full ripeness … Has Jonathan fallen prey to love?
Exclusive Excerpt: Knight of My Dreams
On that note, she whirled away and rushed back through the bushes. As she returned, Jonathan began softly banging his head against a nearby tree trunk. Alice merely arched her eyebrows in response. She shook her head and moved to again sit at his side.
He turned to her at once. “We were supposed to be spying on them—” He broke off abruptly, silenced by a strawberry she popped into his mouth.
“I am aware of that, my lord,” she answered as he automatically chewed, then swallowed. “I am not a complete nodcock.”
“Well, then why—”
Another berry quieted him.
“Aiding you in finding a bride is one thing,” she snapped. “Aiding you to spy on your mother and my uncle in their private moments is quite another. Now…”
Alice held a third strawberry out, then smiled in a way Jonathan could only describe as seductive. It was startling enough to make his mouth snap closed. All thoughts of his mother and Lord Houghton disappeared as Alice leaned forward and rubbed the fruit lightly across his lips. “Another succulent, sweet, juicy strawberry, my lord?” she asked.
Jonathan felt his eyes widen incredulously at the girl’s husky tone, but his jaws remained stiffly closed. Her perfume was drifting around him, soft and enticing, and he was hard-pressed not to notice the way she was leaning forward, affording him a lovely view down the neckline of her gown. His eyes were drawn devotedly to the soft, luscious mounds of her breasts, which were pressed affectionately together and upward as if ready to leap out of her clothes at him.
As he continued to simply stare at Alice rather dazedly, she drew the berry away from his mouth to her own, luring his gaze to her full, soft, and very kissable lips. He watched her lick very deliberately at the rounded red tip of the fruit and found himself swallowing. Hard. Then she closed her mouth slowly around it. As juice began to run down from one comer of her lips, Jonathan’s body tightened in response. His eyes greedily followed the trail that slid down her chin, and he had the sudden insane urge to lean forward and lick it away. Before he could act, though, the girl’s own tongue slid out to catch the dripping juice. Jonathan swallowed harshly, aware that his breathing had become fast and heavy; his body was reacting as if she had licked and nipped at him!
Her demonstration apparently over, Alice straightened, her expression promptly becoming businesslike again. She popped the rest of the berry into her mouth and chewed energetically. “You see?” she asked as she swallowed. Her whole demeanor had changed. “Hardly the way one would feed a baby.”
Jonathan blinked. He was completely and thoroughly aroused, his body hard and full of desire from her little show. A feeling of frustration overcame him. Worse, he suddenly realized, his mother was feeding that oaf on the other side of the trees in the same way. If it was giving the old man the same ideas it was giving Jonathan—ideas like licking the sticky, sweet juice from Alice’s soft lips, pressing her back into the grass and—
He rose to his feet with a roar, drew his sword, then charged through the bushes.
Meet Lynsay Sands!
Lynsay Sands is the nationally bestselling author of the Argeneau/Rogue Hunter vampire series, as well as numerous historicals and anthologies. She’s been writing stories since grade school and considers herself incredibly lucky to be able to make a career out of it. Her hope is that readers can get away from their everyday stress through her stories, and if there are occasional uncontrollable fits of laughter, that’s just a big bonus.
Want to purchase Lynsay’s novels?
Knight of My Dreams
The Bite Before Christmas
To Marry a Scottish Laird
An English Bride in Scotland
All I Want
The Fairy Godmother
Three French Hens
The Husband Hunt
The Loving Daylight