Release Day! A Knight Like No Other + *GIVEAWAY*

A Knight Like No OtherHello, beautiful readers!

WOOHOO! It’s release day! *throws confetti*

I’m very excited and happy to see the release of the fourth book in the Realm of Honor series, A Knight Like No Other. This is the story of Drake and Sobriel, a long time coming for these two. They’ve been secretly in love with each other since book two, Only For A Knight.

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By the king’s order, Princess Sobriel is betrothed to Lord-Regent Marath, an Elven noble with an evil agenda who’s manipulated his way into royal favor. Marrying him will be a fate worse than death, especially when Sobriel yearns for the sexy and irresistible Sir Drake—the knight who holds her heart. A knight she is forbidden to love. She flees her family to be with Drake, giving up everything she knows for him.

Enraged at her defiance, Marath summons a mage to kidnap and kill Sobriel. Drake, determined to protect the woman he loves, will stop at nothing to see her safe. Their desire for one another burns hot and nothing can keep the two lovers apart. Nothing but Marath’s evil plan to do away with the Fae and separate Drake and Sobriel forever.

And now, a sneak peek:

A moment later the princess stepped out from behind an overgrown rosebush. Her hair was like a halo in the silvery light. Delicate shadows played upon her beautiful face. He could see the outline of her rose-red lips, the slant of her high cheekbones, the curve of her perfect, pert nose.

She smiled sweetly, fluttered her lashes down, and dipped a quick curtsey in greeting.

The small gesture sent his heart into a tailspin. His body reacted as a vaguely sensual light passed between them. And he knew he had to feel her in his arms. He hurried toward her. The smile never left her lips.

“Sir Drake, I—”

But that was as far as she got when he took her in his arms, pulling her close, feeling her small body curve against his. Enough waiting. He’d waited long enough to hold her. To feel her. To taste her. Her breath caught in her throat as his head dipped toward hers. And before their lips met, her breath shuddered out.

He paused, inhaling her sweet nectar scent. It was sultry and heady and nearly made him lose his mind. He could stand it no longer. His mouth closed over her lips, at long last sampling her taste. His tongue delved deep into the sweet recesses of her mouth. She tasted like honeysuckle wine on a warm summer night. She tasted like heaven. She tasted like forever.

To his delight, she kissed him back. Her arms slid around his neck as she pressed closer. So close he could feel every curve of her little body against him. Her small, round breasts. Her narrow waist. The curve of her hips.

Her tongue bumped against his as they savored each other, branding their first kiss in his mind. She kissed as though she’d always known how. As though she had been born to kiss him and no other. He was reluctant to break apart from her but wanted to see her face and memorize it. He wanted to store it away so he may recall it anytime he wished. Because he knew tonight would be the final night they would have together.

As he pulled away, he could see the color high in her cheeks and the pink in the tips of her pointed ears. Her lips were still damp from his onslaught and to make matters worse, she ran her tongue over them. As though remembering the last remnants of his mouth on hers. Her pulse fluttered wildly in the long column of her pale throat. She labored to breathe, as though she couldn’t catch her breath.

“Forgive me,” he said. “I should not have taken such liberties.” He kissed her forehead and a little mewl escaped her. It nearly sent him over the edge.

Control, though. He must control his reaction. When all he wanted to truly do was tear the gown from her sweet body and make love to her until the dawn. Here on the edge of the loch amid the soft grass. Yet that would not be appropriate. He was a knight. He had honor and dignity. And he would not ruin her reputation with one selfish act. An act he could never take back. She was pure, untouched bliss. He would not destroy that. Yet he couldn’t stop kissing her. His lips trailed down her face to her neck.

“Liberties, sir?” she asked. Her words were weak, soft. Her arms were still firmly planted around his neck.

“Aye.” He whispered it against her skin. “But I find I could not live another day or take another breath without knowing what your lips felt like against mine.”

Again her breath hitched. “Nor I.”

He pulled back to look down at her flushed face. Her eyes were bright and shining with an ethereal light. And her lips still beckoned for him to sip them again. To taste that honeysuckle sweetness.

“I’d like to kiss you again, your highness.”

“Sobriel. My name is Sobriel,” she said.

“Sobriel,” he repeated.

Her eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her again. This time gently. Taking his time to savor.

How long had they stood there kissing in the moonlight? He did not know. Nor did he care. All that mattered was that he held her. He kissed her. And she kissed him back. A warm shiver passed through him, leaving him lightheaded. And he was certainly aware of the hardening of his shaft between his legs.

When they broke at last her breath came in small, shallow pants. Reluctantly, he released her. She stepped back. Her hand fluttered to her throat. She pressed her fingers to her racing pulse. He knew what sort of effect he had on her. She had the same effect on him.

He remembered the fire pendant then. He’d stashed it in his pocket that evening before the meal.

“I have a gift for you,” he said.

“A gift?” She smiled brightly, clearly delighted at the idea.

He pulled the pendant from his pocket. Holding it by the chain, he let the jewel fall so she could see it. Moonlight caught in the facets, making it sparkle. She gasped and took it in shaking fingers.

Have you found your knight in shining armor?

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.