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A strange kind of knight in shining armor
by Liv Olteano
A King and a Pawn is the story of Bert and Will. When Bert goes onto fey territory as his Council’s ambassador, the fey throw him a welcome reception. But when Bert has a few too many glasses of champagne, who’s going to be his knight in shining armor? Will, the one Bert has a sort-of-crush on, of course! Here is that moment:
After another couple glasses of champagne, I was about ready to head home. The reception was slowly coming to an end, my head was slightly spinning, and I needed a cab. My driver had turned out to be the fucking Interrogator; not likely he’d drive me home now.
I wasn’t drunk enough to sway on my feet or trip on my own shoes, but I had that floating feeling when I took a step. So I decided I was light-headed, not drunk or tipsy. Just… light-headed. And I immediately felt guilty because I wasn’t supposed to get drunk, or light-headed, in the heart of enemy territory—which I wasn’t even supposed to call it.
I walked out with purpose, intent on not letting on to my weakness. Someone at the front doors had to have a number for a cab. This wasn’t the Dark Ages, after all, not even in fey territories.
When I got out the front doors, though, there was nobody there. No parking guys, no valets, no nothing. I looked around, close to feeling helpless, and seriously considered going back in and sleeping my light-headedness off on a chair. Fey would take it as in character with my brutish ways, no doubt.
Then I noticed the dark figure leaning against the wall behind me. He had one leg bent, his foot propped up against the wall, the other one holding up his beautiful body. The light brown hair was still perfectly combed back over his head, that piercing green gaze set on me in this unblinking sort of way that made my pulse spike.
“My driver seems to have stiffed me,” I mumbled, breathing a little harder than I wanted to.
He smiled crookedly, small smile as it was. “Did he? He must be an unreliable guy, then.”
“So it would seem.”
We looked at each other for a few moments, and I allowed my mind to wander. In another place, in another time, under different circumstances, I would walk up to him and touch his lips with mine. I would try to touch that lean, strong body, to feel the heat of his skin, to taste that hollow spot right under his ear. In another life, maybe, I would get properly drunk on him, on his taste in my mouth, on his groans as he cummed, on the way he’d shiver all over as I’d suck him right after that. In another life I could enjoy all of that. I could enjoy all of him. And he would hopefully enjoy all of me, every fucking inch.
“Let me take you home,” he said, blinking slowly.
“Would you?” I asked, looking at him and frowning. “Will you?”
He pushed off the wall and walked up to me, that level stare of his all-encompassing. I was defenseless as he stalked toward me with the calm and graceful movements of a ravenous feline. And for a terrible second, I wasn’t that sure I wanted to run, to save myself. Something about the intensity he promised seemed tempting. Something about the absolution of a soul-shuddering experience appealed to me in that moment of senseless weakness. But I blinked, he got close enough to me I could feel the heat of his skin nearby, and I woke up from my moment of reverie. The dream vanished like the deep, dark place inside me that it was born from.
This guy would most likely get me killed. I had to push him away, not crawl into his lap.
His eyes seemed to glitter in the night, the streetlight not powerful enough to dispel the shadows in his gaze. Car lights flashed by, time trickled through me but seemed to ricochet off of him. And just like that, my moment of sanity slipped away. Something wild inside me recognized him, the look in his eyes, the ferocious need to conquer and destroy that glowed around him like a halo. He was the taste of destruction, and in that terrible moment, I wanted him. I wanted to wrap myself around his heart like a snake, sink my teeth into it, and take a good chunk of it, if not consume it entirely.
“I will take you,” he said in an unwavering voice.
Take me, I thought and smiled. It seemed to freeze him to the spot for a moment. His gaze shifted into something otherworldly, a force beyond my power of comprehension; something thick, dark, and delicious I wanted to bathe in, to breathe in, to taste and enjoy until I’d be close to becoming whatever it was that inspired it.
He stopped one short step away from me, reached out, and ran his fingertips down my cheek. “Who are you?” he whispered softly.
I blinked and frowned. “Bert. I’m Bert.”
He smiled, the tilt of his lips looking strange on his face. “Of course you are. Ready to go home?”
I nodded, starstruck. Hell, right now I’d have gone anywhere he wanted me to. The thought startled me and I tried to get my sense back, feeling the sharp edge of danger right at my nape, almost as if scraping the skin there.
Bert has no real idea what Will’s intentions are. Does he really want to help Bert? Or does he have nefarious intentions? There’s this ambiguity about Will’s intentions, so he is a pretty strange knight in shining armor at this point. Of course, later on Bert finds out just what Will’s intentions are 😀
What’s your favorite kind of knight in shining armor? The seducer, the buddy, the stranger?
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A King and a Pawn (Leader Murders #3)
by Liv Olteano
MxM Adult Paranormal Mystery/Suspense Romance
234 pages; app. 82k words
Cover by AngstyG
Pub date: June 17 2016 by Dreamspinner Press
Bert Cooper’s life used to be great, until his sister turned out to be a traitor. Now Bert feels the whole pack looks on him with doubt and suspicion. To prove his loyalty, he volunteers to be the first ambassador at Fey Court, gathering information to finally solve the Leader Murders and punish those plotting against the Council and community. At least, that was the plan….
When Bert meets Sir William Matthew Sims, Court Interrogator, and one hell of a sexy man, life becomes a balancing act. And when the Fey King is assassinated, things become really messy.
Pack politics, fey politics, treason, suspicions of treason…. Bert has to choose between being ruled by his fears or standing up for what—and who—he believes in. And it might just break his heart.
Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30232294-a-king-and-a-pawn
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About the author:
Voracious reader, music lover, and coffee addict extraordinaire. And occasional geek. Okay, more than occasional. Lover of diversity and quirky character, spamificating the world.
Be afraid, be very afraid. 😀
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He walked toward me slowly, his hands still at his back. For a moment I contemplated stepping out of his way, though I could see no outward sign of aggression or violence in his demeanor. But I was a beta in my pack, even if it was the beta of a ballsy alpha like Weiss. My natural instinct was to bow to someone’s intense vibe of authority. And without a doubt right now Will exuded shitloads of those vibes. My heart was pounding in earnest, the plug inside my ass making me tingly all over and lusty.
“Say you needed a friend at Court,” he whispered when he was but a breath away from me. “Say you needed one desperately. What would you be willing to do to gain such a friend?”
I swallowed hard. “Depends.”
“Loads of things. How much I liked that person, how badly I needed their friendship, to what end.”
He chuckled. “I like your thinking, Bert. I find I like you, all in all. And you know what?”
He leaned in even closer, rubbing his lips against the shell of my ear. “I think you like me too. Do you?”
I nodded because I couldn’t help myself. And I was hard at this point, so there was no use in denying it.
“Good. I’m glad to hear that,” he said, stepping away. His hands had never left the small of his back. “Now a lot depends upon what’s written in that file. And upon my direct testimony. Should the file say there are traces of the drugs from last night in your blood, it would prove you’d been a victim of the attempt just like everyone else. My testimony would show just to what degree you were affected.”
“And why would that be relevant?”
“Events took place last night. Unfortunate events. Decidedly unfortunate.”
“You mean aside from the guests being drugged?”
He nodded. “Let’s say your life hung in the balance. And let’s assume how much of a friend I decide to be to you could either make or break your case.”
A cold chill went down my spine. “What the fuck are you saying?”
He smiled. “I think you know. Don’t you, Bert?”
“No, I fucking don’t!” I shouted and just made a go at him.
I’m not sure what I was thinking. I don’t think I was thinking. Rage just exploded inside me and then outward, controlling my body. I wanted to slap that smug look off his face. I wanted to mess up his hair, at least; I was almost convinced it would annoy him more than a slap to the face.
But I didn’t. He easily spun me around and planted me face-first against a wall, my arm twisted to keep me in place. I growled, the loud sound booming against the walls of his office.
“Yes,” he said directly against my ear. “This is the temper I expected of you. This is the intensity you were supposed to display. Yet I can’t read it in your emotional grid. So tell me, growling beauty, what is it that’s messing with my reading?”
I kept growling for a moment so I wouldn’t seem shocked silent by the question. I’d screwed up in two fucking days. In two fucking days I’d given away the fact I had some sort of antireading thing going on, which would mean I had something to hide. And this was most definitely not the right time to be discovered as a liar.
“What’s going on? What do you want?” I asked, trying to tone down the rising panic.
“I’m sad to say the Fey King is dead. He was assassinated sometime between last night and the early hours of this morning. Until matters are cleared up, everyone with opportunity is a suspect. Newcomers, and outsiders to boot, are at the top of everyone’s list, as you might imagine.”
The blood froze in my veins. “You’re shitting me. The King is dead?”
“Very much so.”
“Maybe it was natural causes,” I said halfheartedly.
“It wasn’t. Are you calm enough to discuss this like adults now?”
I nodded and he let go of me, stepping back. He walked over to the edge of his desk and perched on it.
“You’re telling me I’m a suspect in the Fey King’s assassination?” I asked in a faint voice.
“Exactly. So as I was saying earlier, you do need a friend right now. You need me as your friend. What are you willing to do in order to get that?”
My stomach tightened painfully. “What would you have in mind?”