When Day Turns Night

By Lesa Fuchs-Carter

In Ireland in the year of 1117, Dauid, Artan, and Muirenn led an army upon castle Mac Raith, saving the country from his tyranny and evil ways. As Muirenn lay in the delivery bed, Artan pressed Dauid to take the crown, unaware that Muirenn had plans for it to be upon her own brow. King Dauid, desiring to honor Artan's family, granted Muirenn and Artan's son Conchobor a blessing declaring that only Dauid's blood-son could usurp him as future king, and declaring any daughters he sired to be joined in matrimony.

Twenty-two years later finds the king ailing with only two daughters, Ita, the adorable younger, and Jesmaine, the beautiful and regal elder. Though the king much sought after their union, when Conchobor arrives presenting a cool exterior and with rumors of an evil equal to Mac Raith himself, Jesmaine is torn between following her heart to find love or fulfilling her father's arrangement.

Sneak Peek:

“And what is the name of the valiant knight I should call on should my lady's maids need a good sword thrust?” I smirked.

He grinned, loving that I was playing with them. “My Lady Princess, 'tis Trian.”

He bowed his head again, but his eyes stayed locked on mine. Again that powerful connection sparked between us. I had never experienced anything such as it – nor had I believed in the “love at first sight” in so many of the stories I had heard at the bard's knee, but now butterflies danced in my belly drifting strangely lower. Secret places within me tightened and ached, and my lips seemed to need continual wetting from my tongue.

“You are even more lovely up close than from afar,” he spoke softly, and I could see his eyes were still taking me in, noting the flick of my tongue. The strange sensation that he too was feeling these odd and awkward sensations rolled through me.

“But not what you expected, my lord knight?” I smiled laughter in my green eyes, forcing myself to keep my tongue in my mouth.

“Most certainly not, I expected you to be, well,” he paused and had the nerve to blush again, which caused the laughter to bubble up and out of me.

“The crown prince, Conchobor and his lady mother, the Lady Muirenn!” The announcement echoed along the stone walls, interrupting my laughter. We turned then, toward the great hall doors as the party split around Trian and I.

I felt my back automatically straighten, and the butterflies that had been dancing stilled as though frozen by a chill wind. My mouth set in a firm smile as he entered.

Conchobor was tall, thick in the shoulders and powerful. He just had more width than the man beside me. His smile was barely there and looked more like a gloat then a genuine smile. I saw it falter as he took in some of the peasants and lesser-born nobles. His dark hair hung loose about his shoulders, mixing in his scraggly beard. His eyes told volumes, quick wit, sober humor, anger.
***Warning: This 14,300 word story is full of romance and erotic sex and may be considered extreme by some audiences. Not for those under 18.***

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lesa Fuchs-Carter
• Release date: Jan 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370440115

Lesa Fuchs-Carter

Lesa is a writer of erotic fiction, often considered "too sexy" she has over 50 titles in a wide variety including everything from sweet romance novellas to paranormal short stories. She enjoys pushing the limits and playing out her fantasies on paper.

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When Day Turns Night

By Lesa Fuchs-Carter

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This short story is fiction. All names, characters, companies, incidents, places, etc. are from the author's imagination, or are used in a fictitious manner. Any similarities to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The content of this eBook contains sexually explicit and graphic situations and is intended for persons over the age of 18. All characters portrayed in sexual acts are 18 years of age or older.

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Table of Contents

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Epilogue

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Preface

Ireland, 1117

My father, King Dauid, was a brilliant man, kind, fair, and humble. A natural leader, people followed him because he was good, not because he was overbearing or strong. It was not for power that he rallied an army together and took the throne, but to supplant the evil man who sat upon it, taxing his people to starvation. With his best friend, Artan, by his side and flanked by Artan's wife, Muirenn, a powerful witch, they lead an army nearly a thousand strong upon the castle Mac Raith. When they won, Artan stood beside my father, pushing him to take the crown.

Muirenn, delivering their first born son during that final epic battle, was not privy to the impromptu crowning of my father, blessed by Artan and the other leaders of the army. It is rumored that Muirenn had plans for the throne herself and when she discovered the crown lay not on her husband's brow, but my father's, she cursed my family and her husband, calling us traitors to her power and love. But shortly thereafter the witch declared herself loyal to the crown, and begged the forgiveness of both the king and her husband for her outburst.

My father's kindness and fairness was his fatal flaw.

Now that a true king once again sat the throne, people journeyed from throughout the land, flocking to him for blessings for their harvest, their children, their animals. My father declared he would grant no blessing until he had granted one on Conchobor, Muirenn and Artan's son.

The kingdom rejoiced when the babe was brought forth, and my father offered his first blessing as king.

My people! it is written he said, This day a child has been brought forth whom shall no doubt be as great with power and friendship as his parents. Without them our kingdom would still be under the reign of Mac Raith. Tonight I make a declaration, none shall usurp him as heir and future king save the son of my blood. Rejoice and welcome the heir to the throne!

Unfortunately, the blessing was accepted by the gods, and Muirenn, who's heart was unpure, twisted it to her own design.

Chapter 1

Early Fall, Ireland, 1139

You look lovely, Jesmaine, my mother said, crossing the stone floor to me. I had to agree the deep purple of my gown looked beautiful against my pale complexion. She took up the comb beside me, gently running it through my deep brown hair.

Not half as lovely as you mother, I smiled. She was a mature woman, her hips widened by the girth of delivering my sister and I, her brown hair, always kissed with the golden suns rays, even in the deepest of winters, had gray at her temples. The complicated braid that wove up and around her head was weaved into the golden crown of her royal station. She carried herself with the grace and beauty of a true queen though she, like my father, was born and raised in humble means.

I knew it saddened her that she had never been gifted a boy, but her friendly love of Artan lessened the blow, for surely he was raising his son well to be king, and to be my husband. I had known since birth that I would marry Conchobor, whether a brother was born or not, to ensure that Artan's lineage was brought honor as well for his family's help with the war. I had only met him a few times, as Artan