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Authors: Shannan Albright

Tags: #paranormal, fantasy, erotic romance

TheKingsLady

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The King’s Lady

To my husband Curt whose love and support made this book possible. And Gypsy, what can I say except thanks for being a part of this journey and being my sounding board when I get stressed. A special thank you to my editor Jay Austin, your passion for books, hard work and dedication make my stories shine. I am so very grateful to you. Your encouragement and insight is much appreciated. And of course to you, the readers who made it possible for me to reach for my dream. This book is for you.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

About the Author

King Arthur and his Knights are back and ready to kick ass!

Arthur Penner is more than happy to aid a lady in need of help, especially if the woman is targeted by his nemesis Vance Hollister. The fact the lady in question turns out to be not only a powerful witch, but a gorgeous red head with a wealth of curves that don’t quit? Even better.

What he isn’t prepared for is the discovery that the woman just happens to be his reincarnated Queen Guinevere, and worse, she has no memory of who he is.

His well-ordered life is crumbling around him as yet another surprise turns up in the form of his reincarnated sister. It seems the past is swallowing him whole, forcing him to let go of previous betrayals and trust once more.

Gwen McAllister finds herself between a rock and a hard spot. Drawn to the quiet strength and confidence of Arthur. It isn’t until her memories are savagely restored by a vengeful goddess that she realizes who she is and the bitter betrayal she caused. Even her familiar, a mouthy Himalayan named Salt seems to be against her, demanding she trust the very man she destroyed..

A new threat is rising, one which will plunge the world they know into darkness. To defeat an old enemy they must depend on each other and learn to forgive. A tall order and time is running out. Can they let go of the past and embrace the promise of a future or will they lose everything in the ultimate battle between good and evil?

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The King’s Lady

Copyright © 2013 Shannan Albright

ISBN: 978-1-77111-479-0

Cover art by Carmen Walters

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The King’s Lady

Knights of Excalibur

By

Shannan Albright

To my husband Curt whose love and support made this book possible. And Gypsy, what can I say except thanks for being a part of this journey and being my sounding board when I get stressed. A special thank you to my editor Jay Austin, your passion for books, hard work and dedication make my stories shine. I am so very grateful to you. Your encouragement and insight is much appreciated. And of course to you, the readers who made it possible for me to reach for my dream. This book is for you.

Chapter One

Pismo Beach, California

Gwen McAllister frowned at the man standing at her door, scrutinizing her unexpected visitor oozing arrogance mixed with a serious lethal vibe. Glad she had the screen door locked between them.

Not that it mattered much if he wanted in, but if he tried to force the issue, she had an arsenal of nasty spells ready to put him down. The thought reassured her.

Her perusal noted the glossy thickness of his hair pulled away from aristocratic features all masculine angles and planes. High cheekbones firm jaw and deep-blue eyes fringed with thick black lashes any woman would die to have. His broad shoulders and muscular chest stretched his blue polo shirt in all the right places. A narrow waist and long powerfully built legs, the man was a sexual fantasy most women would pant over.

For her? Not much.

Perhaps it was the cold calculation in his gaze, which swept over her from head to toe, leaving her with the familiar sense she didn’t meet his standards. Or the fact something about him waved a huge red flag with the words
wrong
in big and bold pinged through her mind.

Whatever the cause she couldn’t ignore the soft clang of warning bells sounding off in the back of her mind.

First impressions being of utmost importance—or so her aunt Carlotta always said—this man was sadly lacking in her opinion. Which happened to be the defining reason she stood on the other side of a locked screen, magical bag of weapons at the ready.

The soft brush against her ankles drew her attention to a rather large and very demanding familiar. With snowy white fur long and lustrous, the Himalayan eyed their unwanted visitor with an air of disdain only a cat could manage.

With a twitch of his whiskered nose, he turned his blue gaze on Gwen.
He smells wrong to me, Wen, don’t trust him.

Now for anyone else the idea of a talking cat would freak them the hell out. For Gwen being a witch and all well, not so much.
I couldn’t agree with you more Salt. I just wonder what he really is after,
she concurred on the telepathic link the two shared.

“Miss McAllister, I’m afraid I have rather distressing news that would better be given to you inside.”

Right, fat chance of that happening, buddy.
She gave him her sweetest smile. “You can say what you wish from right there, Mr. Hollister.”

She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at the irritation that sparked in his dark eyes.

“I have news of your Aunt. She charged me to see to your safety.”

The first stirrings of unease settled in her stomach. “What about my aunt?”

“I’m afraid to say she was murdered yesterday.”

Shock careened through her at his words making her head buzz and heart lurch painfully in her chest. She had to have misunderstood him. If Carlotta passed she surely would have felt it. Wouldn’t she?

Salt can you sense Lottie?
She sent to her familiar, silently prying to Hecate this nasty man was wrong.

Wen, I don’t get anything, but a blank where she should be.”

“Murdered you say. How…why?” Gwen barely got the words out past the lump which suddenly lodged in her throat.

“This discussion really needs to happen inside.” He pointed out with a hint of his growing impatience.

She didn’t trust her voice to speak at the moment so she unlocked the screen door and opened it. Perhaps not the smartest move, but she needed the info and something told her the guy would withhold what she needed until he got in.

She followed him as he moved past her and into her small living room. She blinked back the tears and tried not to think about how truly alone she found herself now. With Carlotta gone, she had no one left. Her aunt being the last remaining link to her parents who drowned in a boating accident when she was just a baby, Carlotta raised her, was the closest thing to a mother she ever had.

How had Carlotta died and who would ever want to kill her? Those questions rattled around in her stunned brain, circling in a repetitive pattern. She needed to stay calm, there would be plenty of time to fall apart once she was alone. Alone, what a frighteningly lonely word that suddenly became. Grief swelled in her chest and for a moment, she couldn’t draw a breath. Emptiness latched onto her, threatening to swallow her whole.

“I think you should sit down. You look like you’re ready to pass out.”

His voice pulled her out of the darkness of her thoughts his hand on her arm cold and firm. She yanked out of his grasp as if burned and sat in her faded blue recliner while he sat on the edge of her equally faded sofa. His nose twitched in disgust at the early Salvation Army rejects that consisted of her furniture. If the situation were different, she would have snickered at his obvious repugnance. But things weren’t different, were they? And this man with his news turned her whole world upside down. She hated him for that alone.

“Tell me what happened to my aunt,” she rasped out of her constricted throat. Salt leapt onto her lap, curling into her lap eyes locked onto the unwelcomed guest, growling a whole lot of attitude.

“She was murdered trying to save a life. The men who killed her work for Temple Security and Investigations.”

She sensed falseness in the words, something was off. He left something important out of the story. One of her gifts was ferreting out lies. There was little doubt he was glossing over the facts. Her instinct screamed the man across from her was not one of the good guys.

And she always trusted her instincts.

“And why would these men kill Aunt Lottie, exactly?” She was calm on the outside, but on the inside her stomach did a twisted jitterbug while the emptiness inside her chest cavity threatened to expand and swallow her whole.

“These are dangerous men, Miss McAllister your aunt just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She asked me to see to your welfare, those were her last words before she died. I promised I would and I’m a man of my word.”

She doubted that, her internal lie detector emitting a high-pitched alarm droning through her head. She kept her face neutral, not about to give herself away or let him know she was on to him. “I appreciate your concern, Mr. Hollister, but I can take care of myself. Thank you for your sense of medieval chivalry though. Now if you tell me where I can pick up my aunt’s body, so I can make the proper arrangements for her funeral.”

“Her,
arrangements
have already been seen to. It is the least I can do for you to ease the financial burden off your shoulders.”

Anger prickled up her spine and lessened the hollowness in her chest. “I appreciate your generosity, but must really insist on taking care of my aunt myself. I think it’s time for you to leave now.” Yeah, so she may not be wallowing in cash, but the thought of being beholden to this guy? Not happening in this life.

He gave her a predatory smile. A flash of teeth she could imagine snapping at her throat. Salt hissed, arching his back in a defensive stance on her lap.

“Ah, there is the fire. I was beginning to wonder if you had anything worthwhile in you.”

Back off, Salt I don’t need you in the middle of this one,”
she warned her cat who gave the man one more hiss before jumping off her lap.

“Now that you know I am not a complete idiot to believe the crap you’ve been spewing, you need to go while you still can,” she warned him softly.

He stood slowly, his dark gaze glittering with malice. The vibe he threw off promised a whole lot of pain.

“Now that we have the pleasantries out of the way we can get to the business at hand. Let me tell you how this is going down so there is no misconception. You are leaving with me and there is nothing you can do to stop it. You will give me everything I need, including your life, and will be happy to oblige once I am finished with you.”

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