By Brenda Williamson
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A Damsel In Distress • Dragon Fighter Romance Book 1 by Brenda Williamson
Irisa Mansfield is having a very bad day. First she’s abducted by barbarians, bound at the wrists, and hoisted onto the back of a stolen dragon. Then she falls from the dragon’s back and finds herself alone in the middle of an empty field, still bound and now utterly unprotected.
What she needs is a knight in shining armor to come to her rescue. What she gets is Sir Ware Pembroke, a dragon rider more interested in recovering his stolen dragon than in untying her. She orders him. She commands him. She demands his obedience.
But still her wrists are tied.
Ware is not accustomed to women who try to boss him around. In fact, he’s not accustomed to anyone bossing him around. But he knows how to handle a thief, so he throws the brazen wench over his shoulder and gives her a good spanking as he carries her away from the field. He intends to see to it that she’s punished properly, but instead finds himself at every step battling his captive … and his powerful attraction to her.
To My Readers: I love the chivalry of knights rescuing ladies, but I also like ladies that have a little spunk and aren’t afraid to go after what they want. Ware and Irisa make the perfect couple as strong individuals and romantics that let love into their hearts. I hope their story inspires you to live life to its fullest.
Excerpt From: A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS
Irisa lay in the open field, exhausted. The loud thunderous rumble from the sky made her lift her head. Searching the blue heaven, she looked for the dragon she fell from in flight. She twisted and turned on her knees and examined the horizon.
Against the sun, the silhouette she expected appeared. She struggled to get to her feet as the beast riding low, followed the terrain and crested the hill from which she watched.
She anticipated one kind of rider and got another. Instead of a barbarian, a knight appeared riding the large dragon.
The knight pulled back on his reins and the beast landed with a skidding quick halt. The animal stomped the ground and snorted as the sizable man slid from the saddle.
“And pray tell what exactly are you doing?” He strutted toward her, impressive and superior.
“Waiting to be rescued?” She gave him a coy smile and a flutter of her lashes.
She’d never seen a more dashing man.
“If you were a damsel in distress, I might oblige.” He rested his hands in the area of his hips and stared down at her.
“You dare to give me arrogance?” She assumed all knights looked forward to a day they could be the ready, willing and able protectors of women.
She watched him with worry and recalled one particular knight of the realm not to her liking in any area of conduct. This one fell quickly into the same category of conceit.
“Well, are you going to explain?” he asked again.
Irisa didn’t like his impatience or his apparent annoyance with her.
“Oh, I thought t’would be nice to lie tied up in a field for a while,” she shot back sarcastically and lifted her bound wrists for him to see.
His brow rose as he moved in closer, his gaze taking in the rope cutting into her wrists.
While he appeared capable of carrying the heaviest of armor, he breathed laboriously with the chore of moving in his attire. Leather leggings, knee-high boots and a chain mail vest over a blue tunic were light wear for a warrior, yet he showed weakness in his moves. Or maybe it was a tiredness he suffered like her, for a boring life.
“Then it appears you do need rescuing.” His looming shape blocked the sun, leaving angelic rays cast around his head and shoulders. “From a life of thievery, perhaps?”
“I was kidnapped you oaf.” She waved her arms at him insistently. “Untie me.”
“Kidnapped?”
“Yes, now would you mind cutting these binds, they’re digging into my flesh.”
As the victim of an abduction gone awry, she fumed with her frustration as the knight stared at her.
A Damsel In Distress • Dragon Fighter Romance Book 1 by Brenda Williamson
Irisa Mansfield is having a very bad day. First she’s abducted by barbarians, bound at the wrists, and hoisted onto the back of a stolen dragon. Then she falls from the dragon’s back and finds herself alone in the middle of an empty field, still bound and now utterly unprotected.
What she needs is a knight in shining armor to come to her rescue. What she gets is Sir Ware Pembroke, a dragon rider more interested in recovering his stolen dragon than in untying her. She orders him. She commands him. She demands his obedience.
But still her wrists are tied.
Ware is not accustomed to women who try to boss him around. In fact, he’s not accustomed to anyone bossing him around. But he knows how to handle a thief, so he throws the brazen wench over his shoulder and gives her a good spanking as he carries her away from the field. He intends to see to it that she’s punished properly, but instead finds himself at every step battling his captive … and his powerful attraction to her.
To My Readers: I love the chivalry of knights rescuing ladies, but I also like ladies that have a little spunk and aren’t afraid to go after what they want. Ware and Irisa make the perfect couple as strong individuals and romantics that let love into their hearts. I hope their story inspires you to live life to its fullest.
Excerpt From: A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS
Irisa lay in the open field, exhausted. The loud thunderous rumble from the sky made her lift her head. Searching the blue heaven, she looked for the dragon she fell from in flight. She twisted and turned on her knees and examined the horizon.
Against the sun, the silhouette she expected appeared. She struggled to get to her feet as the beast riding low, followed the terrain and crested the hill from which she watched.
She anticipated one kind of rider and got another. Instead of a barbarian, a knight appeared riding the large dragon.
The knight pulled back on his reins and the beast landed with a skidding quick halt. The animal stomped the ground and snorted as the sizable man slid from the saddle.
“And pray tell what exactly are you doing?” He strutted toward her, impressive and superior.
“Waiting to be rescued?” She gave him a coy smile and a flutter of her lashes.
She’d never seen a more dashing man.
“If you were a damsel in distress, I might oblige.” He rested his hands in the area of his hips and stared down at her.
“You dare to give me arrogance?” She assumed all knights looked forward to a day they could be the ready, willing and able protectors of women.
She watched him with worry and recalled one particular knight of the realm not to her liking in any area of conduct. This one fell quickly into the same category of conceit.
“Well, are you going to explain?” he asked again.
Irisa didn’t like his impatience or his apparent annoyance with her.
“Oh, I thought t’would be nice to lie tied up in a field for a while,” she shot back sarcastically and lifted her bound wrists for him to see.
His brow rose as he moved in closer, his gaze taking in the rope cutting into her wrists.
While he appeared capable of carrying the heaviest of armor, he breathed laboriously with the chore of moving in his attire. Leather leggings, knee-high boots and a chain mail vest over a blue tunic were light wear for a warrior, yet he showed weakness in his moves. Or maybe it was a tiredness he suffered like her, for a boring life.
“Then it appears you do need rescuing.” His looming shape blocked the sun, leaving angelic rays cast around his head and shoulders. “From a life of thievery, perhaps?”
“I was kidnapped you oaf.” She waved her arms at him insistently. “Untie me.”
“Kidnapped?”
“Yes, now would you mind cutting these binds, they’re digging into my flesh.”
As the victim of an abduction gone awry, she fumed with her frustration as the knight stared at her.
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