Beyond Time (Dark Order of the Dragon Book # 2)
Author: Sandra Bischoff
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Genre: Paranormal Romance
Published By: BayouBrew Publishing
Publication Date: May 27, 2014
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Synopsis: Christian Lancelot Du Lac was never one to take a situation seriously. Growing up he had always been the comedic relief to Jared Bonatelli’s brooding nature. Now, just as The Dark Order welcomes Jared as its new Prince, Du Lac is informed that he must become a first in command the future King can truly rely on. When he repeatedly fails in his attempts to prove himself, Lance is thrown back in time to where his life began, Camelot. What he finds there is more than he could have bargained for.
Drawn to the forest
surrounding Camelot, Lady Elizabeth Payne searches for something that seems
just out of her reach. Tormented by a pair glowing eyes in the mist she steals
away in the middle of the night to find their owner. Thieves, a wolf and the
most infuriating savior she has ever met turn her simple world upside down. But
it’s the attraction she feels to the newcomer that truly takes her by surprise.
Learning that he is Christian Du Lac, the long lost son of the First Knight
himself peaks her curiosity even more.
Now on the cusp of
meeting her betrothed for the first time, Elizabeth’s heart has been claimed by
another. But even a betrothal written in blood is no match for fate.
TOP TEN NERDY THINGS IN MY LIFE
- New
York Comic Con ~ It’s a pilgrimage I must do every year
- I’m
a Disney kid at heart.
- I
believe in Happily Ever After with speed bumps along the way of course
- Arthurian
Legend is second nature to me
- Dragons
inhabit every room in my home
- I’m
an Archer
- See
# 6 to understand why Arrow is one of my favorite shows
- Supernatural
~ What do you mean that’s not real?
- Sherrilyn
Kenyon novels ~ need I say more?
SNEAK PEEK
His door closing woke
Lance. He lay in his side, back to the door. The position gave him the
opportunity to wrap his fingers tightly around the dagger beneath his pillow. The
air stirred slightly, letting him know the trespasser was surveying their
surroundings. Lance braced himself for the attack.
His first reaction--Zephyr
had returned to test his patience again.
Instead of being assaulted
by au de vampire, the soothing aroma of blooming heather filled him. Lance
instantly relaxed, recognizing Elizabeth’s unique scent. Confused, he lay still
waiting for her to make her move, but she stood near the door still as a
statue. Silently he willed her to come closer. As if she heard him, Elizabeth
stepped closer until she was mere inches from the bed.
Releasing the dagger, Lance
rolled onto his back, eyes closed, waiting. Expecting to sense her fear, he was
surprised when he felt was hesitence. He cracked open one eye, thankful the
wolf’s night vision was still part of him. She stood, watching him sleep. The
moonlight illuminated her face. Her emerald eyes sparkled. The soft curve of
her cheek beckoned him to touch it. Her full pink lips parted slightly as she
breathed. It took all of his resolve not to reach out to her and taste them.
The mattress creaked under
her weight as she sat beside him. Lance immediately shut his eye. With a
shaking hand she brushed the hair back from his face revealing a dark bruise on
his cheekbone.
“This is entirely my fault.
I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
Elizabeth touched it
lightly. He winced, opening his eyes. His scalding hazel gaze met hers. Before
she could pull back, he caught her wrist and pulled her closer. She gasped but
did not pull away. His other hand cupped her cheek; his thumb caressing the
velvet softness of it. Her lips parted to speak. Lance never gave her the
chance. He pulled her down onto the bed, rolled over her, trapping her beneath
him.
He nudged her nose with the
tip of his. “You have no idea how dangerous this game is you play, cher.”
“I assure you, My Lord,
‘tis not a game I play.” She wiggled beneath him attempting to loosen his hold.
“Ah, I’d be very careful if
I were you. Don’t start something you aren’t prepared to go through with, My
Lady.” He pressed his arousal against the juncture of her thighs.
Elizabeth gasped. “You
would not!”
He rubbed his stubbled
cheek against her smooth one leaving a blush of pink flesh in its wake. Burying
his nose in her wavy ginger tresses, he inhaled her scent, sighing. “No, I
wouldn’t.” Lifting his head, Lance stared into the green eyes. “But I won’t lie
and say the idea hasn’t occurred to me.”
“How dare you speak to me
thus.” She tried to slap him, but Lance caught her hand, pinning it to the bed.
“How dare I? Okay, let’s
examine this, shall we?” The corner of his mouth tugged with amusement. “You
snuck into my room and caressed my face. I’m quite sure if I hadn’t stopped
you, you would have crawled into bed with me to cuddle. Am I right?”
“Nay!” She hissed. “I came
to make sure you were well. Your mother told me--”
Lance groaned leaning his
forehead on hers. “And the mood is gone.”
“What? What did I do?”
Lance smirked. “A little
lesson for you. When there is a man in your bed, never, and I do mean never
mention his mother. Its cock-block central.”
She frowned. “I swear to
the heavens your words confuse me. Cock-block? What does a rooster have to do
with any of this?”
Laughter rumbled in his
chest. “Not a rooster. It means, cher, that mentioning my mother has officially
put me out of the mood to bed you. Is that better?” He let go of her hands and
shifted off her.
“Nay.”
“Would you rather I did bed
you then?” Lance wrapped a stray tendril of her hair around his index finger
hiding his smile.
“Nay! ‘Tis not what I
said.”
“Then tell me, Beth, what
is it you came looking for? Why are you here?”
Instead of answering him,
her hands framed his face and pulled him down to her. Their lips met. A bolt of
lightning shot through him. Lance growled. The wolf pushed its way to the
front, wanting to devour her. His tongue teased hers, tasting the sweet honey
her mouth had to offer. Breaking the kiss, he nipped her bottom lip. “For
someone who doesn’t want to be in bed with me, you have a hell of a way of showing
it.”
She stroked the bruise on
his cheek with her fingertips. “I did not come here to lay with you, Christian.
I came to make sure you were safe. I was told that you fought with Sir
Galahad.”
“Another lesson, cher.
Don’t bring up the lil’ bro either.” He chuckled.
She let out a frustrated
breath. “Then pray tell me, what I can say? I am trying to explain why I am
here.”
“I’m teasing. Please, go
on.” He brushed her lips with his.
“Like I said, I was told of
the fight and had to see for myself that you were unharmed. I know the strength
Sir Galahad has in his sword arm.”
Lance growled. “What’s that
supposed to mean?”
She rolled her eyes. “It
means he is a powerful knight. You shall see for yourself at the tournament.”
She cupped the bruised cheek. “Judging from this, I can see you already know
that.”
His hand covered hers as he
turned his lips into her palm. “Yeah, well you should see him. I got in a few
good punches too.”
“Oh, I fully intend to.” She
pushed up and sat on the edge of the bed, arranging her cloak around her.
“What? Wait, there’s no way
I’m letting you do that.”
“No way you will let me? I
am sorry, Christian, you may be appointed my personal guard, but you have no
claim over me. I am free to do as I wish. See who I want to see.” Standing
abruptly, she put distance between them.
“And go from one bed to
another in the middle of the night? Really, Elizabeth?”
“I am not a common whore
and you will not address me that way.” Her hand connected with his already
bruised cheek quicker than a cobra strike. The slap echoed in the darkness.
Pain flared across Lance’s face.
His lip curled in a snarl.
“If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck . . .”
She stared at him blankly.
“Nothing you say ever makes sense to me.” Elizabeth backed away till her heels
hit the door behind her. “I was wrong to come here. I should have heeded your
mother’s warning.” She turned and wrapped her fingers around the door handle.
“Beth, wait.” Lance rose
and stepped behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders. “What did my mother
say to you?”
“Lady Elaine said she would
bend the King’s ear to break my betrothal, but . . .”
He turned her to face him.
“But? What condition did she put on her help?”
Elizabeth kept her eyes
downcast, focusing on the fabric she twisted in her fingers. “Her ladyship bade
me to stay away from both you and Galahad.”
Lance cupped her face in
his hands, gently forcing her to look at him. “And what reason did she give for
that?” The wolf was alert and pacing in his mind.
“She said Sir Galahad was
meant for something greater and you would be leaving again. She warned me to
stay away from you both.”
His thumb traced her bottom
lip. “And what is it you want?” He leaned in closer, his lips a breath
away from hers.
“I do not know.” Her
whisper was barely audible.
Reaching behind her, Lance
opened the door. “Until you do, cher, I suggest you heed her warning and stay
away.”
Elizabeth blinked and
pulled away, pausing to glance in his direction once more before slipping into
the torch lit passageway.
About the Author
Sandi Bischoff lives
in the historic town of Cornwall, NY with her husband, son and a menagerie of
Dragons all of whom have their own distinct personalities. She is a Pharmacist
by profession but finally found her true calling in a simple twist of fate. A friend
approached her to write for a character in a forum on a popular networking
website and over the next five years her passion had found its niche. She then
went on to compose a few poems and short stories which she would post on her
homepage at the same networking site. Recently one of those poems was chosen to
be published in a compilation called Collected Whispers.
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What do I look for in a good PN romance?Passion,Unique world,good writing,loveable characters,and a great hero and heroine.
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