Howdy! I've got a busy blog today, but hey. The more, the merrier, and I've got the honor of hosting another author form the ever fabulous 1NightStand series from Decadent Publishing, this one by Casea Major. Enjoy a guest blog and excerpt.
Happy reading!
ONE KNIGHT IN BROOKLYN
Thanks so much for hosting me on your website today,
Lindsay. It is a privilege.
My story One Knight in Brooklyn is the 42nd
story in the ever popular multi-author 1Night Stand series from Decadent
Publishing. The series is based around
Madame Evangeline's high-end match making service, 1-Night Stand. With Madame
Eve anything is possible. Especially when the date begins in one of the
Castillo Hotels and Resorts located around the world. This series has something
for everyone, and I am proud to be counted with the talented authors in this
group.
One Knight
in Brooklyn stemmed from the idea of a
1-night stand with Robin Hood. It's a short erotic comedy romance with time
travel and fantasy elements but with contemporary characters.
My
inspiration was to take an idealistic young woman and put her in a situation
that, by all appearances looked like her fairytale fantasy come true. Then I wanted to completely shatter her
unrealistic ideas with a heavy dose of reality and see what would happen. What ensues is a fun, zany adventure in
Sherwood Forest that forces her to reevaluate her expectations. It leads her to the conclusion that heroes
come in all shapes and sizes and actions speak louder than words.
I love this
story and these characters. They make me
laugh and have a lot of heart.
Blurb
One Knight in Brooklyn
After signing up for a one-night
stand through an exclusive matching agency, hopeless romantic Marianne Caldwell
is swept away to a medieval land where she hopes to spend the night with a
worthy man of honor.
Unsure of how she got from the
Castillo Hotel in Las Vegas to a castle in the English countryside, Mare finds
Robert, whose stunning physique and winning smile immediately convince her he's
the Robin Hood she's been seeking. But despite his efforts in saving her
from a corrupt sheriff, his Jersey Shore accent and coarse ways unravel
her romantic visions.
With her fairytale fantasies
coming unhinged, Mare must decide if Robert is just a crass car salesman from
Brooklyn or the chivalrous knight she's looking for.
The following excerpt is rated PG-13. Please keep in mind
that the book does contain adult themes and language, and is not suitable for
minors. Thank you.
Excerpt: One Knight in Brooklyn
“Well,
Dallas, what did a pretty gal like you expect from this deal?”
There
was no way in hell she would answer that question. So she employed her stellar
skills of diversion and subterfuge. “What did a guy like you expect from this
deal?” Okay, maybe not the cleverest line she’d ever come up with, but this guy
with his mesmerizing eyes messed up her mojo.
He
leaned back with his elbow on the mattress and flashed a brilliant smile. She
swallowed hard. “To get to know a lovely young woman such as yourself and have
a little adventure. You think you can handle that?”
Could
he be any more cocky? His thinly veiled innuendo struck her with the delicacy
of a baseball bat. No question he was hot. From a purely physical standpoint,
he was perfection, but did anything rattle around behind those blue eyes?
She
crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her chin. “What I want to know is,
can you handle that?”
Oops,
she hadn’t meant for that to sound like a challenge or an invitation, but even
to her own ears, it did. He stood, his long legs closing the distance between
them in two strides. She braced her legs to hold her ground, but retreated
toward a wall. So much for holding my
ground. Pressing her head back against a branch, she looked up into his
even stare. God, his eyes were Ceylon blue, his lips full and lush. He stopped
in front of her, but continued to lower his head toward hers. Other than the
rustling wind, only her ragged breathing sounded amongst the leaves.
Robert braced his hands on either side of
her shoulders, effectively trapping her between him and the tree. Every cell in
her body buzzed with electrical current, and her gaze helplessly transfixed on
him. The lids of his eyes lowered, and his straight nose brushed against hers.
“Can
I kiss you?” His whispered request tickled her skin.
Chills
swept over her heated body. Her knees gave way, and she sighed out some
inaudible response he apparently took as affirmative. He brushed her lips with
a kiss.
With
agonizing leisure, his mouth eased over hers, first feathering her closed lips
then caressing each one between his. His velvety flesh wisped like flower
petals against hers, and the aroma of fresh mint scented his breath. The
languid motion of his kiss ignited a desire that throbbed all the way down
between her legs. The longer he lingered, the hotter she burned. He never sped
his pace or reached for her in any other way. It was only a kiss, yet so much
more.
His
warm tongue slipped between her lips and slowly explored her mouth, sliding
across her teeth and stroking her tongue. A soft moan escaped her and
excruciating tension built in her core with each lazy thrust.
She
wrapped her arms around his waist and trailed her fingers down his hips as she
molded to his body. He gasped and ended the kiss. The staggering length of his
arousal pressed into her abs and the burn in her sex flared into a raging
inferno.
He
rested his forehead against the tree, and she laid her hands on his chest with
his body lightly molded to hers. The heat radiating between them smoldered
hotter than the Vegas asphalt at high noon. His breaths were steady, but his
heart pounded against her open palms.
His
voice, deep and husky, sounded near her ear. “Maybe. Maybe not, Dallas.”
She
opened her eyes. “Huh?”
He
kept his eyes closed and rubbed his cheek against hers. “I was just answering
your earlier question.”
She
couldn’t remember the question. She'd be lucky to remember her own name.
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