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Wednesday, November 24, 2021

A KISS FROM A KNAVE


Once upon a time, in a land very close to our own, a greedy queen amassed a vast collection of priceless stolen artifacts.


People from other lands suspected her thievery, but none could prove it. Once taken, their own precious items disappeared forever. A delicate hair comb, a pair of fragile glass slippers, a gilt-edged mirror, golden straw, magic beans, an enchanted ax, and an antique oil lamp were among her hidden prizes. The most precious of all was a goblet that had once held the very essence of life and death--the decades of dreams of an entire sleeping kingdom.


Now, a group of rebels is out to stop the evil queen's plans. They must retrieve the magical antiquities before she can use them to seize power over all the kingdoms.


It will take someone very special to do the job. For it takes a thief to catch a thief...and a knave to outwit a queen!


The greatest thief in the land takes on the challenge, but he isn't alone on his quest. When a beautiful woman from another world lands right at his feet, he knows he must protect her from the powerful queen. He tells himself he will someday get her home to her own land.


But when the time comes, how will Jack Harte ever let Allie go?


Release Date: November 16, 2021

LK Books

Once Upon a Kingdom #1

Paranormal Erotica


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Exclusive Excerpt:


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“You’re sure now?”

“I’m sure. It’s not the ointment, I promise. I’ve wanted you from the minute we kissed after you rescued me.”

“Good enough,” he said as he pulled away to shove his pants down past his hips.

She watched. Da-yum!

Deliriously excited, she did the same, aware this was crazy, that she knew little more than his name, but also sure this was the rightest thing she’d ever done. It was the adventure, it was the strangeness, it was the elation, the adrenaline, the tension, the hunger.

Mostly, it was the man.

“Hurry, please,” she urged.

“I might manage with my boots on, but I doubt you will,” he said as he watched her try to push her pants down.

“Off, off, off,” she insisted, wishing she was wearing sneakers she could remove with her toes. She needed to be down to her skin, to see him down to his, to come together with nothing between them.

He reached toward her boot laces. Suddenly, though, he stopped moving and lifted his head in concentration.

She’d seen that look before. When the horns and the hunters had been after them.

“Oh, God, not again,” she muttered, fisting her hand and punching it on the bed.

“There’s something—”

“You have the hearing of a damn bat.”

“Shh.”

“What is it?”

“Thumps outside. And I smell smoke,” he said.

She gulped. “I don’t imagine it’s because we’re burning up the sheets?”

Not answering, Jack leapt up from the bed, tucking everything glorious back into his pants as he strode toward the side of the room. She quickly re-dressed as well.

Jack went down the wooden steps to the dirt base. She hadn’t even noticed a tiny peephole until he leaned against the wall to look out.

“Oh great flying dragons!” he snapped, his body growing so tense, his arms nearly burst through his sleeves.

Her stomach dropped and all lust raced away. “Um, dragons? There are dragons outside?” Telepathic talking butterflies and helpful rabbits were the only mystical animals she needed to meet in this lifetime. Real, actual dragons need not apply.

He looked over his shoulders. “No, lass, there’ve been no dragons here for eons,” he said, implying there once had been.

She’d unpack that later. But she gave a quick nod of thanks that she was no virgin, just in case he was wrong about the extinction, and the legends about the kind of women dragons preferred were true. And, um, considering what she’d just learned about her soon-to-be lover, she sent up another motion of thanks that she’d given it up to a pasty guy in freshman year of college. So she just might be able to handle Jack Harte. If they ever got to finishing what they’d started.

We will if it’s the last thing I ever do.

Feeling secure in their magical haven, she forced herself to calm down. “As long as there are no dragons, I’m sure we will be okay. This place has proved to be our lucky sanctuary so far.”

He drew in a deep breath through his nose and shook his head. “Not this time,” he growled.

She launched up from the bed, realizing why he was sniffing. “Where’s the smoke coming from, Jack?”

Striding back up the steps, Jack grabbed her shirt and tossed it toward her. She donned it and tucked her phone into her pocket. He retrieved his heavy leather satchel and slung it across his broad shoulders.

“It’s coming from the flaming arrows they’ve just shot into the roof of the cabin next door.”


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