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Her Unforgettable Knight by Melissa Oliver. Extract.


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Book Description


She never forgot him…


Can she ever forgive him?


Part of Protectors of the Crown. Marguerite never expected to see Savaric again—let alone to have to help him when she finds him outnumbered in a fight. He’s the brooding knight she fell for two years ago, until he left her unexpectedly. Now Marguerite is a hardened spy, and wary of trusting him again. But how long can she resist their connection when they must work together to protect the Crown…?






Book Extract

In this early scene, Savaric Fitz Leonard is surprised to find Marguerite

Studdal, a woman whom he met two years ago and who has plagued his dreams

ever since, at a busy London dockside, while he is working as a Crown Knight.

He closed his eyes and reopened them, knowing now for certain that it was

not his imagination playing tricks on him. She was here. Now. At the busy Port

of London. Surrounded as they both were by imminent danger. He expelled an

irritated breath through his teeth and glared at the woman he had not seen for

over two long years.

‘Marguerite?’ was all that he could manage.

‘Good evening, Savaric.’ She inclined her head. ‘A strange time for a

leisurely stroll I dare say.’

‘What the devil are you doing here?’ His fingers dug a little into her

shoulders, testing that she was real before he dropped them to his side.

‘Nothing that concerns you.’ She glanced past him before returning her gaze

to his.

His brows shot up, surprised at her curt rudeness.

‘Oh, I rather think it does, especially in a place like this. Can you imagine if

someone here also discovered that you are a young maiden?’ He left out the

danger this posed but the implication was there all the same.

‘No one has, other than you, so please lower your voice,’ she hissed.

‘They must be blind to confuse you with a boy. In truth, why are you

dressed...like this?’ he motioned with a wave of his hand. ‘And why are you

here at all?’ he asked again.

‘I wonder at your inquisitiveness when you have troubles of your own, sir.’

Never mind that,’ he muttered in a low voice. ‘It is dangerous, Marguerite.

You should not be here.’

She bristled with indignation. ‘How remiss of me, I should have remembered

that I answer to you.’

Savaric blinked before answering. ‘I did not say that.’

‘I am glad.’ She threw him a disdainful smile. ‘Now, if you would be good

enough to keep moving, we can then pretend that this unwelcome reunion never

happened.’

Savaric could hardly believe his ears. What in God’s name was wrong with

the woman? ‘Is this the thanks I get for coming to your aid a few years ago?

This shocking incivility?’

He knew it was beneath him to bring up the past but couldn’t quite help it.

His remark might be flippant but it hid the horror and panic that had gripped

him two years ago when Marguerite had been in mortal danger, being held

ransom by enemies of the Crown—The Duo Dracones.

Savaric would never forget that harrowing memory of Marguerite being held

by one of the bastards, with a dagger pressed so hard against her throat that a

trickle of blood ran down her slender neck. He could recall even now the rage

that ripped through him at watching the innocent woman caught in the middle

of it all. An innocent woman whom he’d embroiled in all their problems after he

had snatched her from London and escorted her to Guildford Castle. Indeed,

Savaric had become too invested, too interested, and altogether too beguiled by

the diminutive woman. It had been wrong in every way. So he made Marguerite

believe that she meant nothing to him, other than being honour bound to ensure

her safety.

But in that long-ago moment when her life had been threatened, his true

feelings for her came to the fore. It made him feel raw and exposed and with

that dagger piercing Marguerite’s delicate skin, he had never been so helpless or

so powerless.

It had been then that Savaric remembered who he was and what he was

expected to do as a member of the elite group of the Knights Fortitude—to be a damn Crown Knight, an experienced soldier and warrior. And Savaric had been

just that—he had saved her life. Yet none of it had assuaged the guilt he felt for

getting her involved in the first place. “And for having intentionally made her

think that he felt nothing for her other than indifference.

‘No,’ she said, bringing him back to the present. ‘I have not forgotten.’

‘Good, because I hope you are not courting trouble?’

He tried for a little levity but his comment missed the mark and sounded

more impertinent and dismissive. And it was no surprise that her eyes flashed

with anger.

‘I have little time for this nonsense. And if you do not have the sense to leave,

then I shall.’

Before he knew what he was about to do, he reached out and seized her wrist,

gazing down into those fathomless blue eyes. ‘Wait.’

‘Let go of me, sir, if you will.’

‘Not until you answer my questions.’

‘I think not.’

‘Marguerite?’ he whispered as he released her wrist, feeling a little burned by

such an innocuous touch.

She looked behind his shoulder again. ‘You really do need to leave this place

now.’

‘You would have me leave you? Here? In this place, and at this hour?’

‘Yes,’ she hissed. ‘I can look out for myself as I have for many years. Unless

you want to get both of us killed?’

‘I cannot abandon you here. My honour will not allow it.’

She gave a short hollow laugh and shook her head. ‘Ah, yes, that infamous

honour and valour of yours. Well, you must know that it is unnecessary. I am

not in need of your protection.’

‘Marguerite...”





Author Bio



Melissa Oliver is from south-west London where she writes sweeping historical romance and is

the WINNER of The Romantic Novelist Association’s Joan Hessayon Award for new writers 2020

for, The Rebel Heiress and the Knight.



Social Media Links



Instagram: @melissaoliverauthor


Twitter: @melissaoauthor


Facebook: @melissaoliverauthor




Purchase Links



Harper Collins: bit.ly/3ZzsEdC

Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/3ERygYB








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