A Knight for the Programmer

By Adonis Devereux

The curvy, quiet programmer Lynette is the unknown sister of a celebrity, and since she doesn’t fit New Britain’s guidelines on body shape, she’s a nobody.

Sir Gareth is summoned to Earth to help Lynette—whom he’s never met—rescue her celebrity sister from the Prime Minister’s enchanted clutches. As Lynette falls for Gareth, she fears the day he meets her beautiful, famous sister, for once the knight sees her, will he even notice Lynette anymore?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Jan 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781772336658

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Copyright© 2015 Adonis Devereux

ISBN: 978-1-77233-665-8

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: JC Chute

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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JMJ

A KNIGHT FOR THE PROGRAMMER

Knight Moves, 3

Adonis Devereux

Copyright © 2015

Chapter One

No room. The two young women slid their cafeteria trays apart, making sure Lynette couldn’t have placed her tray on their table if she wanted to.

She didn’t want to.

Lynette knew perfectly well she wasn’t regulation, but she chose rather to be herself, with all the attendant difficulties, than to cut her hair or do the daily exercise plan. Or spend her time following any of the prescribed paths for a woman.

She didn’t pause in her steps, and instead took a seat by the window, looking out over Edinburgh––or what was visible through the rain and fog.

Good riddance. One of the girls turned up the sound on the office cafeteria’s television. I wouldn’t want to see her fat face while Nora’s on!

Lynette rolled her eyes. In all actuality, she bore more than a passing resemblance to the celebrity spokesmodel. They were sisters, after all.

And this is why the daily exercise regimen, precisely as prescribed by Prime Minister Morgan’s Ministry of Health, is so important. The measured, cultured tones of the beautiful Nora Lyons carried out of the television set. Nora’s perfect golden curls fell exactly to regulation length, barely brushing her shoulders but still somehow conveying the ideal of femininity. Nora’s rose-petal complexion and bright blue eyes were set off by delicate makeup, understated and elegant, that brought out her natural beauty. Nora Lyons did not have to try to look gorgeous. She simply was. And therefore, hearing the PM’s propaganda out of those flawless lips always irked Lynette.

After reminding her listeners how clinic treatments were always free, Nora concluded: New Britain for New Britons.

Nora’s face vanished, and commercials for the next season’s approved skirts came on.

Why was it on early? Lynette’s fellow web designers lamented to each other. We missed most of it!

Lynette was tempted to throw her cell phone at the television. There was no place in the New Britain for New Britons like her. She despised cutting her hair—hers currently brushed her hips—and she considered her daily walk to and from work, where she designed websites, as sufficient to keep her in good enough shape. She’d never be built like Nora, but then she never had been, even when they were growing up together.

The commercials cut to live coverage of a Walking Tour for Health, based right in Edinburgh.

Lynette turned back to the window, and her cell phone buzzed. She picked it up to see the incoming text alert. It was from Nora.

Sorry 2 b late. Been extra busy.

A little heart and a wink, typical of Nora, followed that. Then came the unexpected.

Plz check electronic mail.

Electronic mail? Lynette fumbled with the buttons on her phone. No one ever used the term electronic mail, especially not a tech-savvy young woman like Nora. No, this