Nibble on Cerise’s medieval?
Copyright 2015, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.
1210, The Western Marches, England
Men did not mesmerise her. Ever.
Yet, William Dunwick, the Earl of
Greystone, was so much more man than Blanche Bergeron had been told to expect
that she had to snap her mouth shut at his appearance. Indeed, he was so huge,
so much more handsome than the rumours of his glory that she found herself agog
at his appearance here in her great hall. To collect her dignity, she had
to sit taller, smile like a gracious hostess and bid him approach her.
Amazement—she scolded herself as she settled back into in her dais chair—was
not the emotion she wished to convey to this emissary from their ruthless King
John. True, she’d heard it said that their regent’s loyal adviser was tall and
broad. Blond and ruddy. Impaired by the loss of his left eye. Yet suave as a
troubadour with men, and seductive as an oriental sultan with women. Blanche
had steeled her mind against him. After all, he was sent by that tyrant John to
carry her off to marry a man she was too wise to want and too old to need.
But to gaze upon John’s
emissary—this legendary Crusader and adviser—was to admit to herself that, in
some things, her assumptions could be wrong. And her tactics to save herself
from Greystone’s charms, she knew now, must change from obstruction to some
other course that might escape this wise man’s piercing sight and perception.
“Good day, my lady.” Greystone
walked forward with the magnetic self-possession that truly powerful men
exuded. Clad in his black tabard emblazoned with his own stag crest and
Crusader cross on one shoulder, he wore on his chest the Anjevin leopards
rampant to denote the sovereign he served. He filled her vision with the
breadth of his shoulders, the symmetry of his jaw, the black leather patch over
his left eye and a dancing light in his remaining sea blue one. “You do us
honour.” He bent a knee to her.
“My lord, you are welcome,” she
lied as she extended her hand.
He took her fingertips with his
warm ones and led them to his mouth.
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Debonair bastard.
At his familiarity, she held her
breath as he reverently brushed his soft lips upon her nails. She shivered in
the warmth of September. Such frivolities are for younger women, Blanche.
Women who sigh at a comely man’s regard and know not how boring they will be in
bed.
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He smiled up at her, his one blue
eye assessing her as if she were a sweetmeat. “I am most grateful for your kind
reception of me and my men,” he told her in a voice so low she felt her breasts
bead in silly long–dead desires.
She tore her gaze from him towards
the four men arrayed behind him. Like their lord, they were of enormous size.
Meaty hands and arms, they had impossibly huge chests in black tabards bearing
only Greystone’s chest and, underneath, chain mail. With tree trunks for
thighs, they flanked their master, standing astride like giant Norsemen. Surely,
she could not allow the five of them to carry her off to London for she would
never escape their strength. Or their determination.
“I am happy to welcome you, Lord
Greystone. We are simple people here in the marches but we do try to match the
etiquette of London.”
“I have been told of your
hospitality, my lady Bergeron.” He rose to his full height. Even now, one step
below her, he was taller. Such presence she had never seen in a man. Her dead
husband had been a head shorter than she. Shorter still in other myriad ways.
An unsatisfying collection of skinny bones, thin intellect and tiny wit,
Mortimer Bergeron had also possessed a penis of such insignificant size that
she marvelled she had conceived two children. What does your's measure,
William of Greystone?
What's a gal to do to if she lives
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Florence, London, Tokyo and all points east and west?
Ah.
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knights in shining armor and their gutsy women, Cerise DeLand is an author who
adores an alpha male with a tender heart and a need for a smoldering erotic
love affair with the right woman!
Cerise is a Top 20 Best Selling
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and she is also an award-winning author of mystery, mainstream and romance with
St. Martin's Press, Pocket Books and Kensington. Her books are on numerous book
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