Please welcome our guest today, Nicola Davidson. She is here with her latest book, One Forbidden Knight. And she’s giving away a copy to one of you!! All you have to do is leave a comment telling her you want it.
We begin with the cover.
Next the blurb.
Catherine Linwood is amongst the favored of Tudor Queen Mary–until her physician father dies mysteriously. She’s distraught, shunned and desperate for answers. Catherine’s only ally is Sir Brandon FitzAlan…who is willing to risk his life to protect hers. While the handsome stranger’s courage and wit soon capture her heart, his true allegiance and purpose is uncertain.
Brand is well used to the lies and shadows of court. Yet nothing prepares him for his sizzling attraction to innocent Catherine, or the deadly plot she is tangled in, for her father took a secret to his grave that could tear Catholic England apart. With one chance at salvation, Brand and Catherine begin a cross-country journey that reveals the shocking truth…and a burning passion that could save or destroy them both.
And now an excerpt.
Taking a shaky breath, forgetting every one of the edicts Papa had ever taught about ladylike behavior, Catherine turned, shoving and
elbowing her way through the rapidly gathering crowd to run in the direction of the Grand Duke Inn. Brand was there, waiting for her. He would know what to do, how to make sense of the words she’d heard, the sickening scene she’d just witnessed.
Blindly, she stumbled along the street, pushing past washerwomen, children splashing in puddles and a group of men huddled around a crate with cards and coins piled on top.
Even as she desperately wanted to ignore the call, her head twisted to see the guards attempting to barrel their way through the throngs of people behind her. Forcing her aching legs to continue forward, she sent another prayer heavenward when she finally saw the familiar high wooden sign of the Grand Duke dangling from a wrought iron hook in the distance.
“MISTRESS LINWOOD! STOP!”
Terror nearly robbed her of breath at the furious roar, but this time she didn’t pause to see how far behind the guards were. The inn was near. So near. Thirty feet at most. If she could just make it inside without causing a stir, Brand would find and protect her.
Some instinct compelled her to slow to a brisk walk—no lady burst into an inn scarlet-faced and panting—and she swiftly reached up to check her elegant velvet hood was still in place. There and secure. Thank heavens. If she looked like a criminal, she would be thrown straight back out on the street—
The thought vanished in a surge of icy panic as two steel-like arms closed around her body. One crossed her breasts, clamping both elbows to her sides and leaving her hands dangling helplessly, the other sliding up so a large palm could seal her mouth, rendering an instinctive cry for help into nothing more than a muffled squeak. Finally she was spun around like she weighed no more than a feather, away from the relative safety of the open street and into a dark, fetid alley.
Sweet blessed virgin.
They’d caught her.
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