One Knight Only #TuesdayTeaser Excerpt 2

1 OneKnightOnlyWe are getting closer to the re-release of my favorite series, Realm of Honor. Here’s today’s Tuesday Teaser!

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BLURB:

A snarky Faery princess, a Scottish knight with a gambling problem, and a murderous earl all add up to one thing: Trouble. Maggie’s medieval education never prepared her for life in the Middle Ages!

Do-gooder Maggie Chase throws her thesis out the window when she wakes up in the arms of a hot Scottish knight. When she realizes she’s somehow ended up back in time, she embraces the persona of Lady Margaret. But she may be in over her head when she realizes she has to keep the sexy knight alive during a jousting tournament in order to get back to her own time.

Sir Finian “Finn” McCullough is a gambling man and owes a very large debt to an evil earl who is after his family estate. When the beautiful and outgoing Maggie arrives in his bed, he can’t remember tupping her the night before and thinks she’s a spy for one of his neighboring clans. He intends to find her kinsman and return her safely but he can’t resist her charms, her smart mouth or her sex appeal. Instead he keeps her close, taking her with him to an important jousting tournament—one he has to win or lose his castle forever.

EXCERPT:

“Geoffrey, go back and tell the list marshal Finn will be at his match, ready to joust.”

“What?” Elyne snapped, her eyes round and wide.

“But, my lady?”

“Finn will be there and he will not forfeit. Understood? Go now and tell him at once.” Maggie waited until Geoffrey dashed away before she clamped a hand on Elyne’s arm and dragged her toward the tent. Excitement skittered through her. “Come with me, Ellie.”

“Just what do ye think you doing?” Elyne demanded.

“I have an idea.”

She dragged her inside where Finn’s armor lay, discarded. Maggie kneeled and picked up the breastplate, holding it in her hands while Finn moaned with his stomach illness.

Could she do it? For all intents and purposes, she could. It was the only way to keep Finn in the tournament. She could ride a horse, certainly, but she had never jousted.

“What are you doing?” Elyne asked in horror. Her eyes were wide, her jaw slack.

“I’m riding in his stead. And you’re going to help me.”

“Help you?” Elyne repeated. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Yes.” Maggie paused and looked at the princess. “You are Fae. You can use your magic to help me.”

“No, I can’t,” Elyne said quickly. She folded her arms over her chest, her jaw set in a stubborn line. “You must have Swiss cheese for a brain because you can’t seem to remember. It doesn’t work like that.”

“It doesn’t work like that or you don’t want it to work like that?” Maggie countered.

Elyne pursed her lips in silence.

“That’s what I thought. I can’t let Finn forfeit.”

“Why not?”

“Because then Lord Vile wins. Don’t you see? This is just what he wanted. I think he’s the reason Finn is sick right now and I’m not going to let him get away with it that easy. He’s going to pay for it and I’m going to make sure he does.”

“You are mad, woman,” Elyne said. “If you let him forfeit, then you don’t have to worry about keeping him alive. You can go home, Maggie. Back to your time. To your precious twenty-first century. All you have to do is let him lose and then I’ll send you back.”

“With the snap of your fingers or the wave of your Faery magic wand? No way. There’s more to this than I originally thought, Ellie. There are people here who need me. They need my help.”

“People like who? Lady Juliet?”

“Yes, her and—” Maggie snapped her mouth shut. She couldn’t tell Elyne she had every intention of getting her and Derron together.

“Her and who?”

“A, ah, certain Lord Brian.” She thought quickly to pull Lord Brian into the equation, the man she was certain Lady Juliet was in love with. They’d given each other the doe eyes after all. “And Finn. He needs me, too.”

“Lady Juliet is a lost cause, Maggie. She’s half dead as it is.”

“Exactly why I have to stay and help her. I have to get her away from that awful brother of hers,” Maggie said, her voice quivering an octave higher. Frustrated, she dropped to her knees, searching for a pair of breeches she could wear. “I don’t have time to stand here and argue with you.”

“What do you think you’re going to do? Wear his armor and joust? Do you even know how to ride a horse?”

“Ride, yes. Joust, no.”

Elyne continued to stare at her, stony faced, while Maggie rummaged through his clothing until she found a pair of his breeches. Snatching them up, she pulled them on. Then she searched through his clothing until she found a suitable tunic. Shimmying out of her shift, she slipped the tunic over her head.

“God’s teeth,” Elyne muttered. “You can’t compete in the tournament. ’Tis too dangerous and you’re impersonating a man. Something they don’t take too lightly in this time. You’ll be arrested and thrown in the stocks if they find out. Or worse, you could be killed.”

“Then we have to make sure no one finds out.”

By Michelle

I love dragons, castles, fairies and elves. I drink coffee, wine and martinis. Fantasy, paranormal and contemporary romance author. Proud Texan.