A Knight's Persuasion (Knight's Series Book 4)
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He groaned, dropping to his knees before her. She stared down at his unruly hair, the crown of his head scarcely a hand’s reach away from her.
His fingers brushed her skirt’s hem.
She drew a sharp breath. Was he fulfilling some kind of eastern mating ritual? “W-what are you doing?”
He touched her right ankle. “This one, is it not?”
With effort, she forced herself to exhale. “Pardon?”
“You limp. This foot hurts you. Aye?”
She nodded. With gentle pressure, he tilted her grubby foot to inspect it, and she squirmed with embarrassment. “’Tis naught. Only a splinter.”
“It causes you pain. I would be barbaric, indeed, to leave you in discomfort.”
She ceased struggling. Odd tenderness blossomed within her. As his face furrowed in concentration and his fingers skimmed between her toes and over her sole, the ache grew.
In the past, young lords had courted her, but she had never permitted them to touch her. Above all, Garmonn. He had begged for her kisses, crudely demanded them once when he had walked with her in Ickleton’s garden, but she had refused. No man kissed or touched a lady, except her wedded husband. Now, with Linford’s deft hands probing her skin and her flesh shimmering with strange sensations, she appreciated the wisdom of her parents’ strict tutelage.
His light touch tickled. She squirmed.
He chuckled, then moved to the heel of her foot. “Ah,” he said, “There.”
“Is it . . . large?”
“Enormous.” When she groaned, he added, “Half a tree.”
Rexana laughed. She could not resist.
He grinned. With his thumb and forefinger, he plucked at her sole. A quick pinch. Then, arching an eyebrow in triumph, he held up the splinter.
“Thank you. It feels much better.”
Smiling, he tossed the bit of wood aside. With utmost care, he placed her foot on the floor and then rose, smoothing the creases from his tunic. She stared at his tanned fingers, so strong, capable and careful. Her stomach did a strange turn. Was he truly the unprincipled barbarian the gossips claimed him to be? Had they misjudged him?
He caught her staring. His smile changed and, from one heartbeat to the next, sharpened with determination and desire. “I regret I must leave now.” Lowering his face to hers, he murmured, “But first, I will have a kiss.”
She froze, numbed by a rush of alarm. “Kiss?”
“Kiss. Remove the veil, love.”
Catherine Kean
Award-winning author Catherine Kean has always loved tales of heroic knights and stubborn damsels. Her debut medieval historical romance, Dance of Desire, was the launch title of Medallion Press’s Sapphire Jewel Imprint. Dance of Desire won two Reviewer’s Choice Awards, Best Medieval in industry review magazine Affaire de Coeur’s 2006 Reader-Writers’ Poll, and finaled in four contests for published romance novelists.
Her other medieval romances have also garnered accolades. Among them, My Lady’s Treasure won the historical category of the 2008 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Contest and finaled in the 2008 Next Generation Indie Book Awards. A Knight’s Reward was a 2008 National Readers’ Choice Awards finalist.
Catherine also writes contemporary romances under the pseudonym Cate Lord.
When not writing, Catherine enjoys cooking, baking, browsing antique shops, shopping trips with her daughter, and gardening. She lives in Florida with her husband, daughter, and two very spoiled cats. For the latest news on her books and author appearances, please visit her website: www.catherinekean.com.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
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