Rion (40 page)
She swallowed thickly. If he was feeling the same effects, he wasn’t showing it.
Every centimeter of her skin now was demanding to be stroked. Unwarranted sensations exploded all over her erogenous zones.
Her nipples tightened, exquisitely sensitized. The scales on the insides of her arms and legs fluttered. Sweet juice seeped
between her thighs.
Drenched in pure lust, she shook her head, trying to clear it. “What the hell is going on?”
“Don’t know.” Jordan practically growled, as if it took superhuman effort just to speak.
So he felt as totally, inexplicably aroused as she did. Obviously, he wasn’t handling it well, either, but that didn’t stop
desire from rushing through all her senses.
She craved him like a starving dragon needs platinum, yet this could not be. Not without an emotional connection. She didn’t
do chemistry. She didn’t do one-nighters. She didn’t crave a man she barely knew.
But there was no fighting or denying the potent passion slamming her. Sexual need burned into her flesh, blazed in her bones,
smoldered through her blood, the sensations fiery hot.
If she didn’t have sex in the next few seconds, she was certain she would spontaneously combust.
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From the desk of Susan Kearney
Dear Readers,
I came up with my idea for RION, the second book in the Pendragon Legacy Trilogy, in the usual way. As the sun dipped below
the horizon, a time machine landed on the aft deck of my yacht. And another hunky alien, muscles rippling, climbed up the
ladder and joined me on the third deck.
Rion.
Damn. How lucky could a girl get? After LUCAN’s story, I was filled with excitement at the prospect of hearing about the next
installment in the Pendragon Legacy series.
Rion had even arrived at my favorite time of day. As the sun cast slashes of red and streaks of pink across the Gulf of Mexico,
the sunlight kissed Rion’s skin, accenting his sharp cheekbones. And shadowing his eyes—eyes that really got to me. Eyes that
were both kind and hard. Eyes that revealed past heartaches and perhaps a newfound sense of peace.
Did I mention the guy was also hot? From his casual jeans to his open shirt that revealed a ripped chest, he looked more like
a treasure hunter than a king from the planet Honor. Between his five o’clock shadow, the dark gleam in his eyes, and the
bruise at his temple, he could have just stepped off a battlefield.
And as twilight deepened into darkness, as the waves lapped gently against the hull, Rion told me his story.
He spoke in a sexy rumble. “Lucan said that you’re interested in love stories about the future.”
“I am.” Pulse escalating with excitement, I sipped my wine.
“In the future, my planet will be attacked, my people will be enslaved.”
Uh-oh. “But you saved them?” I asked.
“I couldn’t do it alone.”
“You needed the help of a woman?” I guessed, always a romantic at heart.
“A special woman from planet Earth. In fact, she’s Lucan’s twin sister.”
“Marisa?” Oh, this story sounded exciting. Lucan had told me how his sister had given up a job as a reporter to train dragonshapers.
How she’d longed for children of her own. And I could envision the feisty woman with this man. They’d have cute babies… “Marisa
agreed to help save your world?”
“Not at first.” A smile played over Rion’s lips. “I had to kidnap her.”
Wow. “I’d imagine it took her a while to get over that.” While Rion was quite the catch, still… he’d kidnapped her. I swallowed
hard. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. The woman in me told me he’d more than made it up to Marisa. “You mentioned a love story? So
she forgave you, right?”
Lucan’s face softened. “Marisa, she didn’t just help me. She helped my people, too.”
“And you made her your queen?”
His eyes sparkled. “First she ran away and almost got herself killed.”
“But you saved her?”
He grinned. “We saved each other.”
If you’d like to read the story Rion told me, the book is in stores now.
You can reach me at
www.susankearney.com
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Enjoy!
From the desk of Margaret Mallory
Dear Readers,
I love to catch characters on the cusp of change—on the verge of disaster, falling in love, or just growing up.
At the start of my current release, KNIGHT OF PLEASURE, Sir Stephen Carleton is disillusioned, drinking too much, and going
to bed with all the wrong women. I think we have all known someone like that—a bright young man with so much potential that
you want to scream or cry when you see him slipping into a downward spiral and wasting all that talent. What Stephen needs,
of course, is the right woman. He is at a crossroads—with one foot on the wrong path—when he meets the no-nonsense, strong-minded
Isobel. She is just the inspiration Stephen needs to step up and become the man he was meant to be.
If you read my first book, KNIGHT OF DESIRE, you already know Stephen has a hero’s heart beneath all that charm. In that book,
he is the hero’s younger brother, an endearing youth of thirteen, full of gallantry and prone to trouble. By the time I finished
writing KNIGHT OF DESIRE, I was so attached to Stephen that I simply had to give him his own story.
While I was writing Stephen’s story, KNIGHT OF PLEASURE, the same thing happened with Jamie, Stephen’s fifteen-year-old nephew:
Jamie had to have a book. But Linnet, a young French girl, is such a strong character that she fairly jumped off the page,
begging for a leading role. It was not until I tried outlining a book for each of them that I realized these two characters
were meant to be together. And so they will be, in KNIGHT OF PASSION. Look out, Jamie, because the fiery Linnet has revenge—not
marriage—on her mind.
Now, as I write KNIGHT OF PASSION, I am keeping a close watch on the teenagers who seem to pop up of their own accord in my
books. I wonder which one will demand a love story of his own… Whoever my next hero and heroine turn out to be, I’m bound
to put them on the verge of disaster before I reward them with their happy ending.
I hope you enjoy all three books (so far) in my medieval series, All the King’s Men: KNIGHT OF DESIRE, KNIGHT OF PLEASURE,
and KNIGHT OF PASSION.
