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A Maiden Of Mercy ~ Dragon Fighter Romance ~ Book 2
by Brenda Williamson
When the handsome dragon fighter knight in the castle next door returns home after a long absence, Lady Juliette Lindhurst pursues her childhood love with the determination to obtain the husband she wants before her father arranges her marriage to someone else.
Sir Kilburn Pembroke’s inconsolable mood changes the moment he sees Juliette again. When she helps him heal from the emotional pains of his past by offering him her unbridled affections, he fears he’s not worthy of this Maiden of Mercy.
To My Readers: In continuation of my fascination with the gallantry of ladies and knights, I’ve written the story of dragon fighter and the lady that rescues him from depression. Kilburn suffers from a harrowing ordeal of saving his kidnapped cousin. When he returns home to live in seclusion, Juliette, the childhood friend that has always loved him refuses to give up on pulling Kilburn out of his surly mood. This is a story that shows the power of a woman’s faith, and I hope once in everyone’s life, you get to experience the true depths of love.
Excerpt From A Maiden of Mercy
Kil rose unsteadily from the chair in front of the cold fireplace. On his first step, he teetered and grabbed at a table for balance. He’d not call himself drunk, but he had consumed enough liquor to be light-headed.
“Sir Kilburn?” The whisper of the feminine interruption disturbed him.
His housekeeper, Missus Bevy had her instructions—no visitors. So why had she let this particular woman into his domain?
“Get out!” he snapped from his darkened corner of the Great Hall.
“Sir Kilburn, I had hoped to talk to you about—” The sweet lilt of each word formed no meaning while disrupting the tenuous hold he had on his emotions.
“You weren’t invited in here,” he said again, uncomfortable with the familiarity of her voice. “Leave.”
“I brought Rachel home.”
Kilburn spun around at the mention of his cousin. Poor Lady Rachel had a passel of problems. Her worst was the dementia, wandering off when no one watched her proved to be a chore in which he had regulated the duty to Missus Bevy. He didn’t have the strength to do more for his cousin than he already had, yet there was an obligatory thread of chivalry that wouldn’t let him turn his back on her either.
“What do you mean you brought Rachel home?” He walked to the doorway and grabbed her upper arms. “Answer me.”
He stared at the face looking up at him. In a turn for the good or the worse, his chest tightened and he found it difficult to breathe the name that always symbolized home to him—Juliette.
Over the years, how many times had he tried to imagine the very contours of her jaw and her nose, or the color of her hair and the texture of her cheeks? Those aspects were not as important as the nature of her personality. She once had the gift of making him happy when she was around.
Juliette remained quiet, gazing at him with an unexplainable expression. He had asked her a question. But what was it? Nothing filtered through his head that erased the mental inventory he took of his heart’s desire. The creamy shade of her skin alone distracted him.
“I was riding my horse as I usually do this time of day and I found Lady Rachel swimming in the pond.” Juliette’s perfect lips appeared warm and appetizing.
“Swimming?” He had always wondered what her heart shaped mouth would feel like against his.
“Yes, fully clothed.” Her breath floated up and stroked his face, a caress that reached the danger of his buried lust.
“Where is she now?” He turned from the sweetness of Juliette’s exhale, and glanced at the closed door.
“Missus Bevy took charge of her.” Juliette answered his unspoken concern. “I would assume she’s in her chamber by now, changing into dry clothes.”A Maiden Of Mercy ~ Dragon Fighter Romance ~ Book 2
by Brenda Williamson
When the handsome dragon fighter knight in the castle next door returns home after a long absence, Lady Juliette Lindhurst pursues her childhood love with the determination to obtain the husband she wants before her father arranges her marriage to someone else.
Sir Kilburn Pembroke’s inconsolable mood changes the moment he sees Juliette again. When she helps him heal from the emotional pains of his past by offering him her unbridled affections, he fears he’s not worthy of this Maiden of Mercy.
To My Readers: In continuation of my fascination with the gallantry of ladies and knights, I’ve written the story of dragon fighter and the lady that rescues him from depression. Kilburn suffers from a harrowing ordeal of saving his kidnapped cousin. When he returns home to live in seclusion, Juliette, the childhood friend that has always loved him refuses to give up on pulling Kilburn out of his surly mood. This is a story that shows the power of a woman’s faith, and I hope once in everyone’s life, you get to experience the true depths of love.
Excerpt From A Maiden of Mercy
Kil rose unsteadily from the chair in front of the cold fireplace. On his first step, he teetered and grabbed at a table for balance. He’d not call himself drunk, but he had consumed enough liquor to be light-headed.
“Sir Kilburn?” The whisper of the feminine interruption disturbed him.
His housekeeper, Missus Bevy had her instructions—no visitors. So why had she let this particular woman into his domain?
“Get out!” he snapped from his darkened corner of the Great Hall.
“Sir Kilburn, I had hoped to talk to you about—” The sweet lilt of each word formed no meaning while disrupting the tenuous hold he had on his emotions.
“You weren’t invited in here,” he said again, uncomfortable with the familiarity of her voice. “Leave.”
“I brought Rachel home.”
Kilburn spun around at the mention of his cousin. Poor Lady Rachel had a passel of problems. Her worst was the dementia, wandering off when no one watched her proved to be a chore in which he had regulated the duty to Missus Bevy. He didn’t have the strength to do more for his cousin than he already had, yet there was an obligatory thread of chivalry that wouldn’t let him turn his back on her either.
“What do you mean you brought Rachel home?” He walked to the doorway and grabbed her upper arms. “Answer me.”
He stared at the face looking up at him. In a turn for the good or the worse, his chest tightened and he found it difficult to breathe the name that always symbolized home to him—Juliette.
Over the years, how many times had he tried to imagine the very contours of her jaw and her nose, or the color of her hair and the texture of her cheeks? Those aspects were not as important as the nature of her personality. She once had the gift of making him happy when she was around.
Juliette remained quiet, gazing at him with an unexplainable expression. He had asked her a question. But what was it? Nothing filtered through his head that erased the mental inventory he took of his heart’s desire. The creamy shade of her skin alone distracted him.
“I was riding my horse as I usually do this time of day and I found Lady Rachel swimming in the pond.” Juliette’s perfect lips appeared warm and appetizing.
“Swimming?” He had always wondered what her heart shaped mouth would feel like against his.
“Yes, fully clothed.” Her breath floated up and stroked his face, a caress that reached the danger of his buried lust.
“Where is she now?” He turned from the sweetness of Juliette’s exhale, and glanced at the closed door.
“Missus Bevy took charge of her.” Juliette answered his unspoken concern. “I would assume she’s in her chamber by now, changing into dry clothes.” Read more
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