“Yeah and so has Sharon. Oliver!”
Patsy elbows her back and Lyn falls out of her chair. As Patsy helps her up Lyn gives her a look. “You don’t know your own strength.”
“Sharon is sure getting close to that big guy. Where did Oliver go? And where is Sharon going? She’s leaving the arena with that big hunky guy.” Patsy sighs. “Oh look, here comes Alison, and she looks like a Queen."
Alison struts her stuff and makes her way to the girls.
“Hi ladies, isn’t this fun.” She sits and then points below her in shock “Is that Sharon?” Lyn gasps, “Oh my goodness yes!”
Sharon rides into the arena on a beautiful black stallion. And she is totally naked, except for a long blonde, full wig, preserving her modesty. “She sure is gutsy.” Cat calls and whistles fill the huge area and Sharon winks at them as she leaves the arena.
Patsy pats Lyn on the back and once again she hits the floor. “You must stop that.” Patsy grins, Hampy’s head pops up in her bodice. “You are gonna hurt yourself.”
Nibby and Cuddles are under the tables hiding. Nibby is begging for food and Cuddles is just plain scared. Lyn notices a look of mortification on Patsy’s face as she points to the newest rider to enter the showground. “Oh my goodness, it’s Mary.” Patsy hollers.
“She will never learn will she?” Lyn sighs. “I hope she doesn’t kill herself.”
With shock on their faces they gaze a Mary who rides in wearing a full set of armor and holding a long jousting pole. “Just look at her. She’s crazy!” Lyn shakes her head. Mary appears to be ready to gallop to the other end of the arena, so she can knock her competition right off his horse.
“Is she usually this—gutsy?” Alison asks?
“You mean nutsy don’t you?” Lyn answers. “And the answer would be yes!”
Patsy grabs Lyn’s arm. “There she goes!” The three of them join hands and scream. “Look out Mary!” Her visor flops closed and Mary falls back her head and hooters bouncing as the horse's hips move. “AAAHHHHH!” She screams. The knight she was pitted against roars with laughter and grabs her horse's reins to save her.
“What are you doing my lady?” The knight helps her to sit up and as he gazes into her eyes Mary’s mouth drops open, even as her helmet closes again. “Who are you?” Mary asks, stars in her eyes.
“I am your knight in shining armor.” His husky voice is still loud enough for the girls at to hear.
“Lyn, can you believe it?” Patsy asks, totally shocked. “Where do I get one of those metal suits?”
“Never mind, we have a roast to do.” She uses her announcer voice. “Welcome one and all to the roast for our wonderful guest Alison and her new book, Windsong. Please eat, drink and be merry.” She raises her goblet of mead. “Cheers everyone!”
Alwyn ab Brynn Ffrydd wants revenge against a powerful Baron without losing his king's support. What better way to exact revenge than to kidnap the Baron's long time mistress. But she is not what he thinks she is.Shy, unworldly Milisent Mortimore has been confined for nine years by a brother who now demands she agree to wed a cruel, heartless man. Thanks to her father's will, she has the right to chose her mate or her spouse will lose her inheritance.When Alwyn kidnaps her desires flares and together they must struggle against the treachery of Alwyn's current mistress, her brother and the man he wants her to marry. In defying all three, Alwyn places his life at risk. Milisent saves him from certain death and together they celebrate their life of love.
"Nay, do not hurt her,” Milisent whispered. “She only meant to protect me.” She grabbed the arm of the soldierholding Ella. “Do not hurt her.” He ignored her objections and marched throughthe door with Ella in his arms.
The leader gave her a stunned look, then lifted his shoulders as if to shrug. “We do not harm helpless servants as some do.”
She scoffed at his words, for the sounds below belied that declaration. However, she had no time to comment further because he threw her over his shoulder. Stunned, she didn’t resist.
Instead she took a deep breath, prepared to scream. The sound never passed her lips for the scent assailing her was not of battle and old sweat.
Nay,she was greeted with a crisp fragrance of a man who kept himself clean. A warrior who apparently knew the importance of a bath. His scent was fresh, that of a man, despite the struggles in which he must have engaged as he fought the soldiers below.
His intent finally slammed into her. He was going to carry her away. He could not. All here would die if she allowed him totake her from this place.
She gathered her courage, what little she had. “You must stop. I cannot leave. I must stay.”
“Nay,you come with me.”
“My servants, my loyal people. What of them? I must stay. I must tend to them. If I go they will surely die.”
He gave a ringing shout of laughter. “What servants? Loyal people? I think not. How do you think I found you? Some of those were only too willing to give you up. They are not loyal.”
“And you killed them!” It was not a question, because she had heard the screams.
This time he chuckled. “I am not like Chelse. Those who bore no guilt have not suffered. You will see for yourself.”
They bounded down the stairs with Milisent’s stomach pounding against the sharp bone of his shoulder. She shrieked with each jarring step.
When they reached the hall, she saw what he said was true. The servants were lined against the wall.
Several of Gilbert’s men lay on the rushes, their wounds giving truth to his statement. How many had died? She did not want to know. She turned her head away from the scene.
Cold air hit her in the face. They were leaving the building.
“Who do you serve?” she blurted against the jarring. She had to know.
“The king of England and myself,” he snarled and stalked through the door still bouncing her against his shoulder.
“I care not what man paid you coin to take me away, but I will not marry. I will not!” She smashed her fist against his metal coat, pain shooting through her hand.
Allison Knight began her writing career like many authors when she read a book she didn't like. Her children scoffed when she said she was going to write a book but after lots of rewrite and the support of her husband who acted as her agent, she garnered a three book contract for her first historical romances. Today, with her husband's continued support and to the delight of her children, she writes the genre she loves and eagerly praises the growing digital market on blogs and by speaking at writing conferences.
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