M.D. Grimm has a new MMF fantasy romance out: Lady Grace and Her Knights. And there’s a giveaway.
Two knights are better than one…
Lady Grace never expected to be kidnapped. Why would she? Sheâs a dukeâs daughter and about to marry her beloved white knight, Prince Isaac. Although Grace manages to escape the bandits… she doesnât do it alone. A masked man sweeps her off her feet, and from their first encounter, she knows heâs something special. Thankfully, her betrothed is of a similar mind to her own.
Prince Isaac is equal parts delighted to be reunited with his bride and intrigued by her rescuer, a courteous, quiet man named Samuel. He and Grace always wanted a special third on their wedding nightâand in their marriage bedâand Samuel might be the one theyâve been looking for. They simply need to seduce him into believing it as well.
Samuel canât help but be enraptured by Graceâs beauty and spirit and Isaacâs strength and charm. Hiding behind a mask, he knows they will reject him if they see his devastating scars, but their playful coaxing and suggestive smiles force him to wonder if they are as sincere as they seem.
Convincing Samuel to join them might prove to be their greatest challenge yet. Good thing Grace is a woman who gets what she wants, and Isaac has a royalâs stubbornness.
Samuel doesnât stand a chance.
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Giveaway
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Excerpt
She ran.
Her torn skirt allowed her legs full movement, and she ran despite the lack of light and her questionable balance. She dodged around trees and leapt over roots, praying she wouldnât trip again. But she didnât get far before she heard the thunder of hooves behind her, and her balance failed her completely. She collapsed onto the moss and gasped for air, shivering and sick.
Palm sweaty, she gripped the dagger tighter and rolled over, scooting backward to press against a tree. She held the blade in a trembling hand and faced her pursuer. She could handle one easier than a dozen.
A gorgeous black stallion stood a few feet from her. He stamped his hoof and tossed his head, gnawing at the bit. His rider was like a shadow in the dark. Dressed all in black, the hooded, lean figure dismounted, revealing his height and rangy limbs.
He wore a mask. It was also black and though tailored to the shape of his face, it didnât have features, giving him an eerie, otherworldly visage. It was more like a solid shield of onyx. Dark eyes with an inner brightness stared at her, and as he came closer, she realized the mask also had a cutout for his mouth.
She gritted her teeth and raised her dagger. âOne step closer, and I will cut you from navel to nose. I swear to The Three.â
He froze.
As her vision adjusted to the dimness, she peered at his eyes. Though she searched for the same cruelty as was in the banditâs leaderâs gaze, she didnât find it.
He slowly raised his hands palm out before dropping to one knee in front of her. He bowed his head after pushing back his hood, revealing straight black hair that brushed his shoulders.
She blinked. Sheâd grown up around knights and realized he moved as one. Who was he?
âI am at your service, my lady,â he said, his deep voice low and calm. âI swear to The Three, I mean you no harm. One of my friends spotted you with the bandits, and I knew we needed to rescue you. We have been after the bandits since they started terrorizing this forest months ago. We cannot stay here long. I need to get back to my friends, and we need to retreat. Unfortunately, we donât have the means to take them on and win.â
Grace swallowed, wanting to believe him with everything inside her. But her life depended on trusting the right person.
âTake off your mask and let me see your face.â
He flinched.
She frowned.
âForgive me, my lady. I⌠cannot. My face is damaged you see, and it wouldnât be proper for a lady of your standing to see it.â
His words thickened as if emotion was clogging his throat. Sir Alexanderâmay he rest safely in the bosoms of The Threeâhad sounded like that when heâd spoken about his two sons. Barely more than lads, theyâd died in a war years ago. Heâd also take on a solemn, choking tone when heâd mention his own time fighting enemies as a younger man.
Grief and bad memories. His sorrow touched her, and she let her hand drop.
Movement and hurried footsteps had her squinting over his shoulder. She gasped when three bandits rushed them, startling the stallion into a whinny.
âWatchââ
The man in black rose to his feet, and in one fluid motion, spun and unsheathed his sword. Without hesitation, he engaged the bandits, acting as a shield. Her shield. His skill with a sword was enviable, as was his fearlessness as axes sliced down at him. He was quick on his feet and bold in his moves. Entranced by his prowess, Grace momentarily forgot her predicament and remembered the times sheâd watched Isaac on the training fields with his knights.
âYou bloody devil!â One bandit yelled before taking a slice to the chest.
âMasked coward!â
The masked man said nothing as he fought with the fury of ten men.
As one bandit went down with a grunt, bleeding out, another slipped past Samuel and leapt toward her. âNoble bitch. Better you die now. Youâre not worth the trouble.â
He raised his axe.
She screamed and raised her knife.
Gleaming steel erupted from the banditâs chest, blood spraying, a few drops landing on her face. Then the masked man yanked out his sword and tossed the bandit away like refuse.
Shocked, Grace stared past him and noticed the third bandit was already twitching on the ground, groaning as he died. The skirmish hadnât lasted very long, the brutes not standing a chance against someone with training.
Panting, the masked man wiped his sword on his cloak before sheathing it. He glanced at their surroundings before kneeling once more at her feet. She dropped her hand again and swallowed hard, shaken by what sheâd witnessed. The manâs eyes had changed during the battle, a raw battle fury sheâd seen in many a knight. But now they returned to their compassionate, concerned gleam.
She cleared her throat. âWhat is your name?â
âSamuel,â he said, still panting.
Author Bio
M.D. Grimm has wanted to write stories since second grade (kind of young to make life decisions, but whatever) and nothing has changed since then (well, plenty of things actually, but not that!). Thankfully, she has indulgent parents who let her dream, but also made sure she understood sheâd need a steady job to pay the bills (they never let her forget it!).
After graduating from the University of Oregon and majoring in English, (letâs be honest: useless degree, what else was she going to do with it?) she started on her writing career and couldnât be happier. Working by day and writing by night (or any spare time she can carve out), she enjoys embarking on romantic quests and daring adventures (living vicariously, you could say) and creating characters that always triumph against the villain, (or else whatâs the point?) finding their soul mate in the process.
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