Wake Me
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That night, she has the most delicious dream of Lord Radolf of Varik, the medieval conqueror who has just seized her castle. He seduces her in a red-hot encounter that makes her forget all about ol’ what’s his name. The next night, Radolf is back, this time as the captain of a pirate ship. Night after night, Radolf and Chloe act out some deliciously erotic scene from her favorite guilty-pleasure romance novels. And every single dream seems utterly real, down to the last scent and taste.
What Chloe doesn’t realize is that what’s all fun and games for her is desperately serious for Radolf. He’s been a prisoner for eight hundred years in the castle of a witch, and he can’t escape until he can find a woman who cares enough to free him. Is Chloe that woman?
Even as the two begin to fall in love, a new and horrible fear grips Radolf: what will the witch do to Chloe?
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Wake Me - Angela Knight
Chapter One
Chloe Hart eyed the newspaper with all the enthusiasm of a woman surveying a dentist’s chair before a root canal. Don’t be a wuss, Chlo’,
she muttered to herself, and picked up the paper.
Gripping it like a club, she marched back into the house to the kitchen table, where a bracing cup of coffee and a Danish waited to fortify her for the coming ordeal. She tossed the paper on the table, plopped down in her chair, and picked up the mug. An incautious sip scalded the tip of her tongue.
At Chloe’s lisped obscenity, Rhett Butler looked up from his Tender Vittles with an inquiring Meow?
Ignore me, Rhett,
she managed around her boiled tongue tip as she unfolded the newspaper with a series of grim snaps. Just having a bad morning.
Happy to comply, the muscular black tom settled back down over his bowl. Like his namesake, he frankly didn’t give a damn. But as she’d told her dog-loving buddy, Amanda Rice, there was something to be said for blunt feline honesty.
Chloe paged past a murder, a house fire, and a really spectacular pileup on I-26 to reach the account of her personal Waterloo. She found it on page four in section C.
The bride smiled her familiar grin from a dozen yards of tulle and seed pearls, clutching a bouquet of white roses that cascaded to her silk-covered knees. Chloe could almost hear her mother sniff that a woman with three kids had no business in that much white. From a professional standpoint, she herself thought the composition was a little off; the tilt of the bride’s veiled head and the position of her flowers didn’t quite lead the eye in the proper flow.
That’s what you get for using a cheap photographer, you backstabbing bitch,
she muttered at the photo. Then again, if I’d shot you, I wouldn’t have used a camera.
Without bothering to read the description of the wedding -- she wasn’t that big a masochist, thank you -- she closed the newspaper and looked at Rhett. As God is my witness,
she drawled in her best mock-Scarlett O’Hara growl, I’ll never be a sucker again.
Knuckles rattled the storm door. Chloe looked up in surprise. Amanda wouldn’t bother to knock, and she wasn’t expecting anybody else. If that’s Debbie and Chris, stopping by to beg for forgiveness on the way to the honeymoon,
she told the cat as she got up to answer it, You have my permission to attack.
Rhett yawned and twisted around to lick his furry backside.
She looked back at him. Or you can do that. Does express the general sentiment pretty well.
Chloe opened the door to find a man in a familiar brown uniform, a huge box tucked awkwardly under one arm. Delivery,
he said, and juggled his electronic clipboard into her hands.
She took it and signed her name in the window, eying the package. Wonder who that’s from?
He shrugged, supremely indifferent. Looks like a picture to me.
It did have the right dimensions -- four feet across and more than a yard wide, but only three or four inches thick. Curiosity piqued, Chloe accepted the heavy parcel and hauled it inside as the delivery truck roared off. She tossed it down on the kitchen table and went in search of a pair of scissors to attack the packing tape. If it’s a portrait of the bride and groom,
she told Rhett as she dug through the kitchen drawer, your litter box is gonna get filled with little bits of photo paper.
Ripping off a strip of the heavy brown cardboard, Chloe lifted her brows at the intriguing sight of bare, tanned chest and a tight male nipple. I take it back, Rhett,
she murmured. Somehow I don’t think this is going in the litter box.
Ten minutes later, the box lay ruthlessly demolished on the floor, and the oil painting it had contained stood propped on the kitchen table.
Chloe stared reverently.
The knight sprawled in sleep across a tumble of rich sable fur, one hand resting on the jeweled hilt of a sword. It looked as if he’d stripped and fallen asleep after a battle.
He was a big, blond Viking of a man, his hair cropped short, a neat beard framing his lush sinner’s mouth. His starkly handsome face looked as though it had been carved by God’s own chisel, but if so, He’d been in a hurry. There was something a bit crude and brutal in the angles of the knight’s cheekbones and big, square chin. Luckily, those features were balanced out by a regal Roman nose and thick blond brows. The whole effect was intensely masculine -- and just a little intimidating.
So was the rest of him. He had the build of a man who’d spent his entire life swinging a blade in an era when losing could cost you your life. He’d cut it close a time or two; his brawny body was slashed here and there with scars that reminded Chloe of a tiger’s stripes.
Really big hands, too,
she purred under her breath, eying his long fingers and broad palms. Unfortunately, one of the pelts lay across his hips in a pool of sable, preventing her from determining if the interesting bits lived up to those hands. Chloe sighed, wishing the artist had been less coy.
Coy or not, though, he’d had a firm grasp of history. Artists too often painted knights in the full Germanic plate mail that was only worn in the sixteenth century, when knighthood was actually breathing its last. But the conical helm by the warrior’s elbow looked thirteenth century, as did the chain mail coat that lay on the floor, its hammered links gleaming with a muted shimmer.
Emphasizing all that barbaric splendor, the knight’s sword glittered with rubies and gold, engraved with intricate symbols she couldn’t quite make out. Similar runes were worked into the heavy gold frame.
Chloe stepped close and bent to examine the ancient designs. But the longer she stared, the more they made her think of witches dancing in the firelight, chanting ancient spells. She felt the hair rise on the nape of her neck.
And instantly felt a little silly. Don’t be ridiculous, Chloe, she told herself, impatient. There’s no such thing as magic.
* * *
Chloe was still staring at the painting in awed fascination fifteen minutes later when Amanda walked in, a fencing bag looped over her shoulder.
Ready to get your ass kicked?
her friend asked, pushing the kitchen door open with her usual blithe disregard for the custom of knocking.
As if,
Chloe retorted absently before nodding at her gift. Was this your idea of a distraction? Because it’s doing one heck of a job.
Whoa.
Amanda joined her at the table to gape. Where did you get that? And do they have any more?
Momentarily