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Knights Treasure

by Kimberly Bird

214 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #02-1032; ISBN 1-55395-317-7; US$21.00, C$23.83, EUR17.50, £12.00

A knight abducts a young maiden, forging a hidden link that brings both their lives into full circle of an unbreakable dynasty.

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About the Book The Black Wolf of Wales, Ryan Black, a seasoned knight known for his strength and stealth on the battlefield stalks and abducts a young maiden whose father is wanted on treason against the crown. The young maiden, Rebecca Garwood, does not allow the Black Wolf to take her without a fight. But she knows her father's cruel vices all to well, and reluctantly accepts her fate, knowing it is futile to escape the very man who makes her feel safe in his hard embrace. The two become increasingly attracted to each other but are forcibly separated by the deceit of others, but not before they forge a link that will bind them for all eternity. Rebecca flees to the safety of her ancestral home to escape her father's vindictive marriage plans for her, only to find the truth about her parents that were hidden behind the dark secrets of the past. Meanwhile, Ryan has to face Rebecca's father in a battle to the death. Disillusioned and wanting to escape the horror and shame, he goes to visit his cousins in Normandy, trying to distance himself from the woman he could never have. But the further they travel away from each other, the more that invisible bond encircles them in an unbreakable dynasty of the Knights Treasure. For more information, please visit the author's website.

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About the Author Kimberly Bird is a member of the Metis Nation and resides in Alberta, Canada with her husband and three daughters. She is an avid reader, and enjoys most literature especially historical fiction, which is the inspiration to her own story writing.

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Sample Excerpts

Rebecca walked into the cool crystal water hiking her skirts up just a bit, for she noticed the men scattered further down the shoreline washing their faces and large arms. She kept her maidenly eyes averted as some men were stripped down to their trews. All thoughts of the intimidating men left her when the cool water relieved her sore feet. After walking in the bushes with twigs and rocks stabbing at her tender feet, it felt good to immerse them. She bent down and washed her hands and face, groaning at the sheer delight of feeling a bit cleaner. It amazed her how dusty and dirty she was from riding. Unthinkingly, she took off her head shawl and pins, wanting to release her hair from its tight confines. Her hair fell down in gentle waves to float lightly on the water surface. Slowly she started combing her silken strands with wet fingers not realizing how suddenly quiet it had become.      The young maiden was glorying in the feeling of her hair being free from the restrictions of the netting, when she spied a pair of large legs stomping through the water toward her. When they stopped in front of her, slightly braced apart, her eyes slowly traveled up the long legs, passed the flexing biceps and shoulders to stare into angry gray eyes. At that moment, Ryan reminded her of an angry pagan God staring down at one of his subjects. His head seemed to touch the sky, as sunlight shimmered and danced around his black hair. His shadowed face scowled darkly down at her as if she had just disrupted his kingdom.      In a clipped voice the pagan God said, "Are you always so trustful of others? Get your hair braided, it is time to go. Garth! Take her back up to the bank."      Garth stomped in the water, reached down and gently touched her elbow to help her up. Ryan was still standing there when they turned to go. Rebecca glanced over her shoulder to give him a curious look. "Is he always this testy? " she asked confused at his ever-changing moods.      GarthÕs only response was a grunt. Rebecca had just finished braiding her hair when Ryan returned, his own hair still dripping wet. "Let us mount, men!" he bellowed. "I want to be home on the morrow when the moon is high and no later."      Fascination and fear kept her rooted to the spot as the Black Wolf mounted his big warhorse and walked the animal right toward her. He stretched out a large hand. "Come, Lady Rebecca, it is time to go."      She didn't want to ride with him. She was frightened at the way her senses were stirred by the smell of his clean skin, which floated down to her in invisible waves, and by his black wet hair that still had water droplets clinging to the ends. "Could I not ride with one of your other men, sir?" she squeaked out in a frightened voice. Ryan's left eyebrow lifted in amusement. The little flower was still scared of him, yet she spread her beautiful hair out for all the men to see. When Ryan and his men, observed her in the water, they completely forgot about their own washing. Dark chestnut hair with golden highlights shimmering from the sun kept the men enthralled.      "She must be a forest wood sprite," said a soldier in low tones.      "Aye," said another, "I would love to be the one to teach her about the bed arts," commented another lustily.      The Black Wolf, who was trying desperately to find some normalcy in his routine cleansing of himself and his horse, felt a possessive, angry feeling sweep over him at those comments. He turned to give them all a fierce scowl. The men smiled, put their heads down, and proceeded to finish their own tasks.      That thought now caused a sarcastic snort from him. "Come, Bella. I do not bite."      With a sigh of defeat, she took his hand, and was lifted off her feet and into the arms of her captor. "Will I be able to get something for my feet?" she asked timidly, looking down at her toes that stuck out from her long skirt that was now wet and soiled with dirt.      Ryan had forgotten all about her bootless feet, which were now probably very tender. He remembered vaguely that her boots were left behind where he captured her. His eyes traveled to those delicate feet. Manicured toenails on pink toes peeked out from under her dress. He had the sudden urge to kiss them. "When we stop next time, I will try and find something. Until then, I suggest you wrap up in my cloak. Night will soon be here." His words came out clipped again, but he couldn't help it. Her delicate beauty and curious eyes were starting to wear on his nerves.      His arms came around her, wrapping them both in the warmth of the cloak. He saw her mouth opening in protest, but he quickly gave her a gentle squeeze, warning her to keep quiet.      "Honored knight you may be, but you lack sorely in courtly manners," she muttered while snuggling up closer for the warmth.

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