Immortal Knights III: The Golden Platter
It would be the story of the century—if she lived long enough to tell it!
Chloe was as drawn in by Gavin’s devastating good looks as she was by curiosity when he enlisted her help in investigating the Sisterhood, but it could turn out to be one of those situations where curiosity killed the cat ….
Length: Long Category
Word Count: 57,227
Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Eliza Black, June 2012
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
“This could be really romantic,” Chloe thought as Gavin turned the headlights and ignition off and let the car glide silently off the gravel road to stop behind several scrub oaks. A couple of hundred yards away the lake lapped gently at the shore, rippling silver from the light of a nearly full moon. Even the weather was cooperating; cool enough to cuddle, not cold enough for layers of clothes. Gavin could lay her down on the grass, press his body against hers ….
“Are you coming along or do you wish to stay in the car, Miss Whitney?” Gavin asked as he opened the door for her.
Damn. She hadn’t seen him come around the car again. Her erotic fantasies were really taking their toll. “Of course I’m coming,” she said and pulled out her notepad and pen.
“You won’t need those.”
“Every reporter needs these.”
“Miss Whitney,” Gavin said in a tone one used for inattentive children. “I believe I told you we are not here for a story. Now come.”
Like she wouldn’t like to come. But Gavin was already walking away. Geez. How could a man who was so hot-looking have such a cool demeanor? If all Englishmen showed this little interest in women how in the world had Britain ever populated itself?
But then, Chloe told herself as she followed him, maybe it was just her he wasn’t interested in. After all, they were here to spy on the Sisterhood Circle because Morgan was a part of it. Although, of course, Gavin didn’t admit that. Oh, no. He had said he wanted more information on the group that Sara Kincaid had belonged to and Chloe had looked up the archives on condition that she could accompany him. “Ouch!” she said as she tripped on a tree root in the rutted path.
“Shhh!” Gavin turned around. “We don’t want them to know we’re here!”
He looked down at her sandals. “You should have worn sensible shoes, Miss Whitney.”
Sensible shoes. She didn’t own any. Sensible was not an adjective she ever used for anything. “B-o-r-i-n-g,” she said.
Gavin blew out a breath and took her arm as they proceeded. “I just don’t want you tripping.”
Well, okay. She didn’t mind if he wanted to play knight-in-shining-armor. Not at all.