A Knight Comes To Bed (Miss Bookworm and Mr. Sex Symbol 1)

By C.J. McLane

From the Publisher that brought you popular short story romances Witching Call, Hostile Hearts, Earthbound Angels, January Morrison Psychic Files, Ralph's Gift, Eve Snow Psychic P.I., In the Blood, Sex Demons, The Halloween Awakening, The Whispering, Seasons of Love and Friend Zone. Now, here is Ms. Bookworm and Mr. Sex Symbol...

HE IS THE MAN OF EVERY CHEERLEADER'S WET DREAMS, BUT SHE IS HIS SECRET FANTASY
BUT WHEN HE TURNS INTO HER KNIGHT...

Sam is a handsome athlete who doesn't mind female companionship but doesn't want a girlfriend. Rachel is a sweet, innocent, kind of nerdy girl who thinks Sam is sweet, and have heard the rumors that he is a cocksman, but doesn't know what to believe.

They bump into each other at the library, where Sam suggests that Rachel come to his party that night to take a break from studying for the upcoming midterm exam. At the party it, turns out that the two share a deep and involved love for poetry. Rachel gets flustered at this unexpected part of his personality, and leaves the party. But Sam is soon on her heels after he finds she's left her phone.

What happens in the sculpture garden outside the library changes everything. And what happens after that is earth shattering.

***Warning: This story contains adult themed graphical descriptions that a small number of readers might find offensive, including sexual acts and suggestive themes.

EXCERPT
“Do you need anything to drink?” Sam asked. “I've got water and a few other things in the fridge if you want anything.”

“No, I'm okay,” Rachel said. “Sam, I just want to thank you for being there for me, is all. You have no idea how much it means that you rescued me from that creep. Who knows what would have happened if you wouldn't have been there?”

Sam crossed the room and sat down next to Rachel on his couch. “Rachel, there’s no need to thank me, really,” Sam said. “I know that you would have done the same thing for me if our roles were reversed.”

They embraced in a tight hug. Rachel was so glad that Sam was in her life, that he had been there to save her from an awful date, that he had talked to her at the party, that he had saved her in the garden, and now, that he was here to console her in the aftermath of the sexual assault.

Rachel took a deep breath and smelled Sam's cologne and sweat. His masculine scent of spice and earth swam through her head and drugged her senses. His smell enveloped her, was all over her. All she could do was revel in his heady, masculine scent.

She hugged him even tighter and Sam hugged back. She could feel his breath on her neck. God, she was getting turned on. She shifted her weight forward and almost fell off the couch. Sam had a hold of her though, and instead of flopping off the couch, she toppled onto him.

As she pushed herself off of him in embarrassment, she felt something hard in Sam's pants.

“Oh, Sam,” Rachel said.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra Ross
• Release date: Nov 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310979040

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A Knight Comes To Bed

By C.J. McLane

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Chapter One

RACHEL GILROY WAS your quintessential, all-American college girl-dark hair, blue eyes and peppy attitude. Fresh out of high school and bright eyed, she'd gone straight to college to earn her degree. The University represented a lot more than just a diploma, for Rachel, it was an opportunity to make her parents proud.

Rachel didn't have it easy like the other kids in her university. Her father had been a farmer until his untimely demise in a hit-and-run accident out on the dusty farm roads. While insurance money and a decent bid to buy the farm from a friend kept them out of the streets, her mother had worked for years as a seamstress to make ends meet in the absence of the her father's income.

Rachel never once forgot about the life she and her mother had to go through. She had been young when her father passed, all of twelve years of age, and it had been hard for her to understand why no one had been held accountable. It had been difficult for her to understand any of it.

One day she had had a father, a big man with hands rough with callouses from throwing hay bails into the backs of pick-ups, and the next day she didn't. Try as she might, Rachel couldn't remember much of the last day she'd had her father in her life. It had all been a blur to her. She couldn't even remember if she'd said she loved him, or if he kissed her on the cheek.

It had been a stormy spring morning, the kind that farmers in the Midwest depend on to water their crops, when he'd got in his pick up to head into town for something her mother had asked for. Rachel had gotten on the school bus without any thought to whether she would still see her father when she got home. Her mind was instead occupied with thoughts whether she would be able to go outside for recess or if recess would be moved into the gym because of the storm.

That afternoon, the principal came into the gym and quietly spoke with the teacher with such a solemn face that all of the children knew something had gone wrong. There had been some kind of terrible accident. Each child hoped deep in their heart that the bad news wasn't for them. That the angel of death had passed over their families that day. They wondered if maybe there had been a tornado that had ran over someone's farm house and