To Love A Knight: A passionate tale in a time of innocent maidens and valiant knights. Now available as an AP Short from Amira Press:
http://www.amirapress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=35&products_id=139
Here's a wee steamy peek:
She had found him a month ago. He lay nearly frozen in the snow, wounded. She had known who he was. Everyone knew who he was. Sir Nikolas, one of the bravest knights in the king’s army. Delia always thought he was the handsomest. Thick blond hair, piercing blue eyes. Strong, hard muscles.
She’d seen him in numerous tournaments, and he always winked at her whenever he spotted her in the audience.
She had been on her way home from her work in her aunt’s seamstress shop when she’d come upon his unconscious body blocking her path. Horrified, she had pushed her horse to a run to get her father, and together, they brought Nikolas to the house where her mother, a medicine woman some thought of as a witch, tended to him.
For weeks he burned with fever, the wound festering and becoming infected. Delia sat by his side, helping her mother, praying that God would save him.
Finally, one morning, she awoke by his bedside to find his fever had broken. She had wept with relief.
Her parents had left her alone this day. They were confident her virtue wasn’t in any danger because poor Nikolas had yet to regain his energy. He was asleep when Delia walked in to his bedroom to change the dressing on his chest.
Delia liked when he was asleep because she could just stare at the beautiful muscles of his body without him knowing. A few times, she had run her fingers along the smooth tanned chest giddy over the unfamiliar territory of a man’s body. She’d even dared a few peeks "there" when her mother was out of the room.
It stood thick and hard sometimes, usually when she had run her fingers along his chest and even lower. Other times, it lay soft against his thigh. Thick and long, even when dormant.
She felt a strange tingling between her legs when she saw it and had to resist the urge to touch it. That was evil. A lady would never do that, but she found her fingers itching to hold the length in her hand, wondering what it would feel like. She knew this was what made babies. A man put it inside you, and you had a baby.
Delia saw the familiar bulge beneath the blanket as she tightened the bandages around his chest. He groaned when her fingers brushed his rib cage. She waited until she heard his breathing even out. Carefully she pushed the blanket down off his hips and looked at it. Thick again it stood amid a nest of fair curls.
Delia bit her lip. Who would know if she touched it, just once?
She was eighteen years old. Girls younger than her were already married and knew what baby-making was like. Surely you were allowed to touch it if you were married. Delia pushed aside the reminder that Sir Nikolas was not her husband. Would never be her husband. She was a blacksmith’s daughter. He was a knight in the king’s court. He would surely want someone of higher status than her. Still, what harm would it do to pretend he was her husband while he slept?
No one would have to know.
His member emanated soft warmth as Delia’s fingers inched toward it. At the first touch of her fingers at the base, she gasped. She glanced up quickly to make sure Nikolas was still asleep. Safe. She let her fingers curl around the base. The crisp hair tickled her knuckles. She ran her fingers slowly up along the steel-like length. Warm, hard and like tanned leather.
Nikolas groaned, and Delia jerked her fingers away in horror. She had hurt him! Oh God! What was she doing? She hadn’t realized it would hurt him.
When she looked up to his face, Nikolas had his eyes locked on hers.
"Touch me again, sweetheart," he begged and licked his dry lips.
Terrified, Delia fled from the room.
"From new writer, E. Jamie, is To Love A Knight, a historical short sure to have you watching for more from this talented new star." Laura Kitchell author of 'To Catch A Dream'
Check out the trailer here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HdhiJBPhub0