Praise for Margaret Moore
‘Set during the reign of King John,
[it] is filled with fast-paced dialogue and historical details
that add depth and authenticity to the story.
Readers will be well entertained…’
—RT Book Reviews on MY LORD’S DESIRE
‘Ms Moore transports her readers
to a fascinating time period, vividly bringing to life a
Scottish medieval castle and the inhabitants within.’
—Romance Reviews Today on LORD OF DUNKEATHE
‘This captivating adventure of thirteenth-century Scotland
kept me enthralled from beginning to end. It’s a keeper!’
—Romance Junkies on BRIDE OF LOCHBARR
‘Ms Moore…will make your mind
dream of knights in shining armour.’
—Rendezvous
‘When it comes to excellence in historical romance books,
no one provides the audience with
more than the award-winning Ms Moore.’
—Under the Covers
‘Margaret Moore is a master storyteller who has the
uncanny ability to develop new twists on old themes.’
—Affaire de Coeur
‘[Margaret Moore’s] writing captivates, spellbinds, taking
a reader away on a whirlwind of emotion and intrigue
until you just can’t wait to see how it all turns out.’
—Romance Reader at Heart
‘If you’re looking for a fix for your
medieval historical romance need, then grab hold of a
copy of award-winning author Margaret Moore’s
THE UNWILLING BRIDE and do not let go!’
—A Romance Review
Gillian laid her hand lightly on Bayard’s arm, to offer what silent comfort she could.
Yet as she did she became achingly aware of the feel of his flesh and muscle beneath her fingertips. Of his proximity and the masculine scent of leather and wool attending him. Of his lips so close to hers.
He was her sister Adelaide’s brother-in-law, sent to protect her. Not to woo her. Never to court or to kiss. Never to wed or to love. He drew her to him. She should stop him…protest…refuse…run…
She couldn’t. Didn’t want to. The moment their lips met the walls she’d erected around her heart broke into a thousand pieces, destroyed by his touch.
Desire, so long held in check, burst free from its restraints, and the longing she had tried to deny leaped into life.
She wanted to be in his arms, to feel and experience passion once again, and to be desired in return.
So she kissed him fervently, and with an almost desperate longing—as if she were a wanton with no more thought for the future than warming a man’s bed.
This man’s bed.
The Notorious Knight
Margaret Moore
Award-winning author MARGARET MOORE began her career at the age of eight, when she and a friend concocted stories featuring a lovely damsel and a handsome, misunderstood thief nicknamed ‘The Red Sheik’. Unknowingly pursuing her destiny, Margaret graduated with distinction from the University of Toronto, Canada. She has been a Leading Wren in the Royal Canadian Naval Reserve, an award-winning public speaker, a member of an archery team, and a student of fencing and ballroom dancing. She has also worked for every major department store chain in Canada.
Margaret lives in Toronto, Ontario, with her husband of over twenty-five years. Her two children have grown up understanding that it’s part of their mother’s job to discuss non-existent people and their problems. When not writing, Margaret updates her blog and website at www.margaretmoore.com
Novels by Margaret Moore:
THE OVERLORD’S BRIDE
COMFORT AND JOY (in The Christmas Visit) BRIDE OF LOCHBARR LORD OF DUNKEATHE THE VAGABOND KNIGHT (in Yuletide Weddings) THE UNWILLING BRIDE THE DUKE’S DESIRE HERS TO COMMAND HERS TO DESIRE THE DUKE’S DILEMMA MY LORD’S DESIRE
And as a Mills & Boon® Historical Undone eBook:
THE WELSH LORD’S MISTRESS
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In memory ofPatricia Probert and Holly Stemmler
Chapter One
England, 1204
THE IRON RINGS of chain mail jingled as Sir Bayard de Boisbaston raised his right arm to halt his men.
“Well, Frederic, what do you make of Castle Averette?” he asked his young squire, pointing across the wooded valley.
Frederic de Sere squinted at the gray stone fortress on the low rise opposite and shifted nervously
