Title: A KNIGHT UNLOVED
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Word Count: 83,000
Sarah Green is an expert on hiding from ex-husbands. But when men claiming to be centuries-old Knights rescue her from some nasty monsters, she discovers an ex-husband she didn’t marry. Her past self did. Sarah’s relationship with the Knights’ leader, Merek, is the key to unlocking the Knights’ freedom and defeating their enemy. Sarah yearns to let go of her fears and place her heart in Merek’s hands, but she’s not the woman he sees.
After six centuries trapped inside a mystical box, Merek the Devoted has been freed. His resurrected body recalls the passion once ignited by Princess Sevira, even if she doesn’t. When his seduction of Sarah Green doesn’t go as easily as expected, only the faith of his Knights gives him the fuel to fight his curse.
But if Merek cannot see through the past and into the true soul of the woman he once loved, then the fight for Love will be lost for all time.
This was the last time Sarah would ever go running after dark. Ever.
At the sound of a twig snapping behind her, Sarah increased her pace. A quick glance at her wrist GPS flashed eight-minute miles. The adrenaline pumping through her system meant her lungs didn’t burn with each breath, her pulse didn’t pound in her veins, as it usually did at this pace. She slipped her hands up to her ears, removed her ear buds, and stashed them in the waistband of her shorts. Now that her hearing wasn’t diluted, she blocked out the sounds of her own footsteps and listened for anything out of place.
Her usual route took her along forested paths, but as she neared a juncture, she opted for right, back toward the busy main road.
People. Cars. Safety.
Her fingers gripped the small tube of “bear” spray and she switched it to “on”. Bears occasionally attacked people, but people attacked people a whole lot more often.
Headlights beamed across her vision, and she blinked hard against the contrast between the bright light and the dim streetlights barely cutting through the darkness. Sarah blew out her relief as the car passed her, and then slowed her pace to an easy nine and a half minutes.
Pad, pad, pad, shuffle, pad, pad.
Wait. Shuffle? Someone was following her. Adrenaline shot back into her system, her heart raced even though now she was almost walking.
It’s not him. It’s not him.