The Notorious Knight. Margaret Moore
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Название: The Notorious Knight
Автор: Margaret Moore
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Историческая литература
isbn: 9781408921302
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Praise for Margaret Moore
‘Set during the reign of King John,
[it] is filled with fast-paced dialogue and historical details
that add depth and authenticity to the story.
Readers will be well entertained…’
—RT Book Reviews on MY LORD’S DESIRE
‘Ms Moore transports her readers
to a fascinating time period, vividly bringing to life a
Scottish medieval castle and the inhabitants within.’
—Romance Reviews Today on LORD OF DUNKEATHE
‘This captivating adventure of thirteenth-century Scotland
kept me enthralled from beginning to end. It’s a keeper!’
—Romance Junkies on BRIDE OF LOCHBARR
‘Ms Moore…will make your mind
dream of knights in shining armour.’
—Rendezvous
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more than the award-winning Ms Moore.’
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‘Margaret Moore is a master storyteller who has the
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‘[Margaret Moore’s] writing captivates, spellbinds, taking
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until you just can’t wait to see how it all turns out.’
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THE UNWILLING BRIDE and do not let go!’
—A Romance Review
Gillian laid her hand lightly on Bayard’s arm, to offer what silent comfort she could.
Yet as she did she became achingly aware of the feel of his flesh and muscle beneath her fingertips. Of his proximity and the masculine scent of leather and wool attending him. Of his lips so close to hers.
He was her sister Adelaide’s brother-in-law, sent to protect her. Not to woo her. Never to court or to kiss. Never to wed or to love. He drew her to him. She should stop him…protest…refuse…run…
She couldn’t. Didn’t want to. The moment their lips met the walls she’d erected around her heart broke into a thousand pieces, destroyed by his touch.
Desire, so long held in check, burst free from its restraints, and the longing she had tried to deny leaped into life.
She wanted to be in his arms, to feel and experience passion once again, and to be desired in return.
So she kissed him fervently, and with an almost desperate longing—as if she were a wanton with no more thought for the future than warming a man’s bed.
This man’s bed.
The Notorious Knight
Margaret Moore
Award-winning author MARGARET MOORE began her career at the age of eight, when she and a friend concocted stories featuring a lovely damsel and a handsome, misunderstood thief nicknamed ‘The Red Sheik’. Unknowingly pursuing her destiny, Margaret graduated with distinction from the University of Toronto, Canada. She has been a Leading Wren in the Royal Canadian Naval Reserve, an award-winning public speaker, a member of an archery team, and a student of fencing and ballroom dancing. She has also worked for every major department store chain in Canada.
Margaret lives in Toronto, Ontario, with her husband of over twenty-five years. Her two children have grown up understanding that it’s part of their mother’s job to discuss non-existent people and their problems. When not writing, Margaret updates her blog and website at www.margaretmoore.com
Novels by Margaret Moore:
THE OVERLORD’S BRIDE
COMFORT AND JOY (in The Christmas Visit) BRIDE OF LOCHBARR LORD OF DUNKEATHE THE VAGABOND KNIGHT (in Yuletide Weddings) THE UNWILLING BRIDE THE DUKE’S DESIRE HERS TO COMMAND HERS TO DESIRE THE DUKE’S DILEMMA MY LORD’S DESIRE
And as a Mills & Boon® Historical Undone eBook:
THE WELSH LORD’S MISTRESS
In memory ofPatricia Probert and Holly Stemmler
Chapter One
England, 1204
THE IRON RINGS of chain mail jingled as Sir Bayard de Boisbaston raised his right arm to halt his men.
“Well, Frederic, what do you make of Castle Averette?” he asked his young squire, pointing across the wooded valley.
Frederic de Sere squinted at the gray stone fortress on the low rise opposite and shifted nervously in his saddle. “Small, isn’t it?”
“From what we can see, you’d think so,” Bayard agreed, “but not every castle is built in a circle. It could be that the barbican and towers facing the main road are at the narrow end.”
He gestured at the towers at either side of the gate. “Archers have a clear view of the portcullis and good angles to shoot anybody approaching or getting close to the gate.”
He’d also noticed that the trees and bushes had been cut back from the sides of the road, leaving a swath of bracken-covered ground between the road and the wood that was at least ten feet wide on either side. No enemies or footpads could ambush travelers before they had time to draw their swords and defend themselves.
Frederic brushed a lock of light brown hair from his eyes. “Yes, I see, my lord.”
“On to Averette,” Bayard said as he nudged his horse СКАЧАТЬ