Available January 29, 2018
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Series: Camelot Rising
Modern-day King Arthur meets Snow White for a surprising happily ever after in this magical mash-up of legends and fairy tales.
The victim of an ancient curse, Sasha White has wandered the world alone for centuries. The only way out of this endless, lonely cycle is to break the fabled Immortality Stone, which she’s finally located. Infiltrating Chevalier Jewels as an expert diamond cutter, she’s determined to steal the stone from her employers—the same seven men her wizard father was once sworn to shield.
Security expert Derek Arthur has gone undercover in order to catch a jewel thief for his latest, and greatest, client. But all his military training didn’t prepare him to deal with Sasha, the woman Chevalier Jewels assigned as his boss to complete the disguise. The need she ignites within him catches him off guard. Meanwhile, his own powerful secrets are attracting mysterious visions and dangers at every turn.
Can an immortal jewel thief and the man hunting her down find trust a way to trust? Or will the evil that separated them long ago continue to deny them their true destiny?
An Excerpt from White Knight
He couldn’t pull his gaze away, even if he wanted. This was crazy. Her lips parted beckoning him to sample their lushness. He slipped an arm around her, pulling her in close to his body. Their gazes met, her pupils large in irises turning darker with each passing second.
“Don’t all princesses recognize princes by their kiss?”
“But what if you’re just a frog?” Despite the comment, her body was saying yes by softening into his.
“I think we need to test that theory.”
He lowered his head and pressed softly against her ruby-red lips, which parted under his on a sigh. Triumph and need slammed through him as her tongue snuck out to tangle with his, her arms winding around his neck.
The way she fit in his arms and against his body stirred more than his flesh. A flicker of familiarity teased his mind, as though they’d kissed before and spent time together laughing and talking.
Impossible. They’d never met until tonight. He’d remember if they had.
Derek wrenched his lips from hers and stepped away. His chest heaved as if he’d run a marathon. He’d never experienced déjà vu before, but that’s exactly what was coursing through him now—a foggy sense that he’d been here before, tasting this woman.
How could a kiss feel so right, yet be so wrong?