Redeeming the Rogue
Knight blurb
Redeeming the Rogue Knight
is Elisabeth’s fifth medieval romance for Harlequin and tells the story of
Roger, the ne’er do well brother from The
Blacksmith’s Wife.
The
spy who sought refuge…When injured spy Sir Roger Danby comes asking for shelter at her inn, Lucy Carew is wary. He may be strikingly handsome, but the disgraced single mother has learnt the hard way with men like him. Against her better judgement, she gives him refuge.
Sir Roger has never been at the mercy of a woman before, and he’s never met one as mysterious and bewitching as Lucy. He hasn't come looking for redemption, but Lucy is a woman who could reach in and touch his closely guarded heart…
Redeeming the Rogue Knight Excerpt
Roger waited until
the thudding of Lucy’s feet from above stopped before following. She had her
back to him, her broom attacking the wooden floor with violence. She jumped
when she heard him, spinning around with her hand rushing to her breast.
‘What do you want?’
‘I need a bath and
fresh clothes,’ Roger began, indicating the blanket he wore.
Lucy’s expression
eased. ‘I can find you some clothes,’ she said. Before he could explain he had
his own wherever his saddlebags had been stowed, she had opened the lid of the
chest and was on her knees delving inside. She produced a tunic and held it out
to him.
‘Here. It was my
father’s. He was a shade taller than you, but it should do for the time being.’
Roger ran the cloth
between his fingers. The linen was thin and a rougher weave than Roger would
have liked. Ordinarily he would have scorned something so threadbare, but he
bit back his objections. He began to shrug off his blanket, but stopped when it
became clear Lucy was not about to grant him privacy. He tilted his head to one
side and met her eyes, expecting her to look away in embarrassment.
‘Is there something
you want?’
‘I thought I should
examine your dressing. On your shoulder.’
‘Or just watch me
dressing?’ Roger asked suggestively.
‘That’s a good
shirt. I don’t want you to bleed on to it.’
She reached out and
unfolded the edge of the blanket with the same determined care Roger would take
over undressing a lover. He stood naked to the waist, feeling disconcertingly
exposed. That Lucy had no interest in what should follow only added to his
sense of vulnerability.
His thoughts of
lovemaking were replaced with anxiety as Lucy’s forehead wrinkled.
‘How does it look?’
‘I’ll give you
fresh bandages. Sit down, you’re too tall for me to do it standing.’
Too tall without
coming closer than she was now, Roger thought. Nevertheless, he obeyed and sat
as she unwound the old dressings and replaced them.
‘There’s no
infection that I can see.’ She wound the long strip of bandage across his
shoulder and beneath his arms. ‘How does it feel?’
Roger raised his
arm and felt the same pulling ache in his shoulder that he had when holding the
poker aloft.
‘I have no strength
in my arm.’
He looked at Lucy
and the unexpected pity on her face curdled his stomach. He sighed and began to
pull the tunic over his head. His arm spasmed and he gave an involuntary gasp.
His head was inside the tunic so when he felt Lucy’s hands close over the hem
and skim his upper arms he almost moaned aloud in astonishment as her fingers
on his bare skin awoke his desire. She helped him lower the tunic, pulling it
down to his waist. She smoothed the tunic.
Completely
unnecessary, but Roger did not protest.
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Elisabeth Hobbes
biography
Elisabeth’s writing career began
when she entered her first novel, Falling
for Her Captor, into Harlequin's So You Think You Can Write contest. She finished in third place, was offered a
two-book contract and hasn’t looked back.
She has published five medieval romances with Harlequin Mills & Boon,
with settings ranging from the turbulent events of post- Norman Conquest
Cheshire to the thrilling tournaments of fourteenth century York.
Elisabeth is a part time teacher and
full time mum to two children. She
spends whatever spare time she has reading and is a pro at cooking one-handed
while holding a book. She loves ginger
mojitos and hot & sour soup, though not at the same time.
Elisabeth
lives in Cheshire because her car broke down there when she was house hunting
and she never left.
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