Knight & Play (Knight #1)
Knight & Stay (Knight #2)
Knight & Day (Knight #3)
Author: Kitty French
Genre: Erotic Romance
Hosted by: Love Between the Sheets Promotions
Series: The Lucien Knight Erotic Trilogy
Knight & Play (Knight #1)
and the majesty of the skies above them filled him with an unexpected sense of peace.
Moments later he carried her through the quiet rooms of his home with her head on
his shoulder, and by the time he lowered her down onto the bed, she was asleep, tear
tracks still just visible on her cooling pink cheeks. When he brushed a blonde strand
of hair out of her eyes she sighed and turned her face into his palm, looking for
comfort in his touch even as she slept.
Long buried emotions forced their way to the surface as he curled around her and
spooned her body into his.
Comfort, sweeter than he’d ever found from a woman’s touch.
Fear, spikier than he’d felt for anyone since the day his mother had died.
Anger, sharper than he’d sensed it since the last time he’d laid eyes on his father.
Bile rose in his throat at the thought of the man whose actions had driven his mother
to her death.
How dare Sophie’s husband push her to this?
How could he put her at risk for the sake of a cheap thrill?
As Sophie’s husband and Lucien’s father meshed together in his mind, he tightened
his hold around her pliant, sleeping form. The quilt settled soft and warm over their
shoulders, and he fought to match his heartbeat to her slow, steady breathing pattern.
There was only one thought in his mind as sleep claimed him.
He would protect this woman.
He wouldn’t fail again.
Knight & Stay (Knight #2)
Knight & Day (Knight #3)
“Listen, Kara…” Dylan topped up their champagne glasses in the silence that followed Lucien and Sophie’s disappearance. “I think we may have got off on the wrong foot, and for my part in that, I’m sorry.”
He handed Kara her glass and picked up his own, turning his body towards hers on the bench as he settled back down. The top couple of buttons on his dark shirt were open, and Kara found her eyes following the tanned column of his neck down and wondering what he’d be like if he lost the shirt altogether.
Balls. She closed her eyes and brought her glass to her lips. She didn’t want to think that.
Don’t think it, don’t think it, don’t think it.
Maybe if she said it three times in her head something magical would happen and he wouldn’t be so attractive when she reopened her eyes.
Well, that didn’t work. In fact, if anything, he looked sexier still, because he was watching her, waiting for her.
“Are you waiting for me to apologise too?” she asked, placing her drink down.
“Do you feel like you need to?”
He was half school teacher, half sex god, and for some reason Kara found herself ready to be thrown over his knee and chastised for her sassy mouth. Oh Lord. This was going to go bad. Champagne swilled in her veins, and there was no stopping the words from leaving her lips.
“No. I actually feel like sliding over there and unbuttoning your shirt.”
Dylan’s expression went from lazy amusement to round-eyed surprise in five seconds flat.
Surprise laced with arousal.
“Which is why you should leave right now,” Kara continued, aware that she’d said too much, as always.Her big mouth had got her into all sorts of trouble over the years, and it would seem that this was destined to be another of those times.
She watched him swallow hard and wanted to trace her index finger down his Adam’s apple.
He watched her watching him.
“Well, that’s an unexpected development, English.”
“You’re telling me,” she said. “Leave. Please?”
Kara manoeuvred herself off the bench and stood to allow him room to get out.
“Should I finish my drink?”
“Nope.”
“I could take my shirt off?”
He was standing too close, his fingers on the buttons at his chest, his eyebrows raised suggestively, his expression caught halfway between joking and deadly serious.
“Goodnight, Dylan.”
Kara crossed her arms firmly, and for the briefest of seconds Dylan’s eyes moved down to the cleavage she’d just inadvertently served up like two oranges on a platter. She didn’t dare open her mouth for fear of what might come out. “Rip my dress off and take a proper look,” sprang unhelpfully to mind.
Dylan leaned down and touched his lips against her cheek; warm, tingly, and lingering for a second longer than could be deemed platonic. Jesus, he smelt like nothing on earth. She wanted to lick his face.
“Goodnight, English,” he said softly. “I’ll see myself out. And for the record… I’ve never felt less like leaving anywhere in my life.”
USA Today best selling author Kitty French is a self confessed romance junkie - she loves to watch it, read it, and best of all, to write it. She started to write erotic romance after reading Fifty Shades and hasn't looked back since! She lives in England with the gorgeous Mr.F and their two young sons, and is never knowingly found without a glass of wine in her hand. Kitty also writes romantic comedy under the pseudonym Kat French. Her first novel, Undertaking Love, is out now from HarperCollins.
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Kitty's playlist for the Lucien Knight erotic Trilogy
Prince - Gett Off
I like you so much
better when you're naked - Ida Maria
I want your sex -
George Michael
Need you tonight -
INXS
Hot in Herre - Nelly
Slow down sister -
Lady Antebellum
Words I couldn't say
- Rascal Flatts
Beneath your
beautiful - Emeli Sande and Labrinth
The air that I
breathe - The Hollies
Honesty - Billy Joel
Words I couldn't say
- Rascal Flatts
A thousand years -
Christina Perry
I'll follow the sun
- The Beatles
Drift away - Dobie
Gray
Like a rolling stone
- Bob Dylan
Is this Love? - Bob
Marley
Can I Stay with you
- Karen White
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