A Knight
Like No Other Realm of
Honor #4)
By: Michelle
Miles
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Michelle Miles
Date of Publication: 10/4/16
ISBN: 9781311162441
ASIN: B01IQPHU58
Number of pages: 280 pages
Word Count: 89,810
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill
Will the knight of Princess Allanna's
heart be able to save her from a dark lord's evil plan?
By the king’s order, Princess Allanna 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 Allanna 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 Allanna. 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 Allanna forever.
Excerpt:
His mouth moved to her
throat. Her skin burst into flame as he made his way around to her earlobe and
nibbled. This was what she dreamed of, what she wanted. Now that it was finally
happening, her mind exploded with more possibilities. Little pinpricks of light
pierced her vision as her eyes fluttered closed. Heat flooded her body and
pulsed dampness between her legs, making her feel things she never expected.
And, oh gods, she loved
the velvety feel of his mouth.
“Sir Drake…”
“Aye?” His breath wafted
over her skin, sending heated chills over her.
“I…came to…to…” Oh gods,
she couldn’t think. Her mind wouldn’t form the words. She knew what she wanted
to say but how to say it was another matter. And her tongue swelled into a
thick, useless muscle.
“To?” His eyes glinted
almost as though he knew what she wanted to say.
Oh, bollocks. “To kiss
you back.”
She swept her tongue
over his lower lip then sucked it gently between her teeth. He groaned again.
His body felt good under her hands, the way his chest curved and the sprinkling
of coarse hair. The tips of her fingers trailed down his corded abs to the edge
of the waistband of his breeches and halted. She couldn’t go forward even
though she wanted to. Fear clasped her, made her stop. She knew what she wanted
to do yet she couldn’t force her hand to move.
Breaking the kiss, she
dropped her head to his chest, inhaling the deep, masculine scent of him. A
woodsy scent. Something that was inherent to him. Mayhap because he was human.
She didn’t know.
He stroked her hair as
he held her and then dropped a kiss on the top of her head. It was then she
remembered his wound and bolted upright.
“Did I hurt you?” Her
gaze landed on the bandage on his side. She was relieved to see there was no
blood.
He chuckled. “No,
princess. You didn’t. You couldn’t.”
“I meant your…your
wound. Is it better?”
“Almost healed like
Turin said.”
“That’s good.” Her gaze
flickered over him and she blushed when she saw the hardened length between his
legs. The length she had stopped herself from running her fingertips over.
“I came to check on
you,” she said. “I’m glad you’re better.”
“Is that the only reason
you came?”
Could he read that on
her face? Was she so transparent? She bit her lip again.
“Ah, you really
shouldn’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“That.” His gaze fixed
on her lips.
“Why?” She blinked.
“Because I like it too
much.”
A smile tugged at the
corner of her mouth. Her confidence soared. “You like it?”
“Aye, I do.”
“And what would happen
if I did it again?”
“You really shouldn’t do
it again.”
“Shouldn’t I?” She did
it again.
He reached for her and
dragged her to him. “Are you trying to torture me?” He said it against her
mouth, his breath mingling with hers.
“No. Am I?”
“You are.”
“Should I apologize?”
“Nay.”
“Do you intend to do
something about it?”
He growled.
“Is that an aye?” She
grinned, enjoying teasing him.
“Princess—”
“Do you want to deny me
again?”
“I will not take what
does not belong to me.”
“I do belong to you,
Drake,” she whispered. “I’ve already given you my heart. Isn’t that enough?”
She could see the flash
of pain in his eyes before he regained his composure. “I wish it were,
princess.”
“What more do you
require of me?” she asked.
“I require marriage
vows. You are too precious to me. I would not ruin your innocence.”
“Oh, Drake. It wouldn’t
be ruining my innocence. I give myself to you freely.” She pressed her hands
against his chest, slid them upward to his shoulders. “I’m prepared to love
you. Here. Now.”
“Allanna—”
“Please don’t deny me
again.”
A moment of indecision
flashed through his eyes and then he pulled her tight against him before he
pushed her to the mattress. His body pressed against hers. Her breath caught in
her throat as she looked up at him, into those deeply penetrating eyes. Was he
going to forget all that he was? Would he make love to her here? Oh gods, she
wanted him.
“I do not deny my
feelings for you,” he said.
“Then—”
“You are still chaste.
And I’m still a knight.”
“But—”
“I’m still a knight but
by Saint Mary you drive me mad.”
“I—”
“You challenge my honor
with every flutter of your lashes.”
“Drake…”
“And with every flutter,
I find you harder to resist.”
His mouth covered any
retort she had. She was conscious of every touch. Every movement. He leaned on
his good side, kissing her. His hands slipped over the curve of her body, over
her small breasts and flat abdomen. Flames followed by a warming shiver swept
over her.
Michelle Miles grew up in North Central
Texas in a rodeo town but was far more interested in nerdy things like Star
Trek and Star Wars. She started writing fan fiction in high school. When being
an archeologist like Indiana Jones or a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader didn't work
out, she decided writing was her gig and has wanted to write her own stories
ever since.
Her love of romance started when she
picked up Victoria Holt and Daphne du Maurier and was immediately smitten with
the genre. But she also found another love in the fantasies of Patricia A.
McKillip and Anne McCaffrey. Since she couldn’t decide which genre to pick—and
because she’s a true Gemini—she decided it would be super fun to write
contemporary and fantasy romance. She is a member of Romance Writers of America
and has served on the board of several chapters as president and treasurer.
In her spare time, she enjoys listening
to music, reading, cross-stitching and watching movies. A Native Texan, she
loves castles, dragons, fairies and elves and is an avid Game of Thrones fan.
She can be found online at Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and Goodreads.
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