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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.
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