Immortal Knights IV: Quest for the Grail
An eccentric Dallas millionaire who collects medieval artifacts hires a modern-day Seer to locate an ancient chalice rumored to be the Holy Grail. Little does Brianna Frazier know she’s in a deadly race with Balor, the revengeful, l fallen-from-grace god of the Celts who wants the Grail’s power to destroy civilization. Only an immortal knight from King Arthur’s court can save her—but Troy Sutton doesn’t remember who he really is or how he landed in the 21st century.
Length: Long Category
Word Count: 59,011
Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
Rating: Spicy, Forced seduction by villain of non-heroine character(s).
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, May 2013
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.
She stood naked inside the circle of stones, small need-fires burning around its perimeter, keeping out the cold chill of the Irish Sea and illuminating the night.
She was not alone. Hordes of peasants crowded as close as they dared, peering in to witness the ancient ritual of Hieros Gamos.
She waited. He was coming. The man-god who would spill his seed into her priestess-mortal body, ensuring fertility and prosperity to her people. She shivered slightly as the air shifted.
He was here.
From the darkness he emerged, the firelight framing him in silhouette. Even shadowed, she could see he was powerfully-built—bulging biceps that could yield a claymore with little effort, muscular thighs used to controlling a warhorse in battle.
The god-man. He moved into the light, eyes burning with intensity behind the half-mask he wore. Dark hair brushed his bare, broad shoulders and a light dusting spread across his chest, forming an intriguing line down his flat, ridged belly to where a massive cock jutted out from inky curls.
Suddenly, she felt very small and fragile. Still, she was a priestess. She represented the Earth Mother wedding the High King to the land. Adjusting her own mask, she lifted her chin and waited.
He stopped mere inches away, his body heat enveloping her like a warm blanket, along with a subtle scent of freshly-bathed skin. Reaching out, he trailed his fingers along her cheek, down her throat and slowly along her collarbone. His touch was surprisingly gentle and her breasts grew heavy, nipples peaking in anticipation of his next move. His mouth curved as he cupped the soft mounds, kneading them, teasing the hardened buds with his thumbs.
Lowering their bodies to the ground, he moved over her, spreading her legs with his thighs, the tip of his huge shaft providing delightful friction as it rubbed between her folds, slicking her wetness across the sensitive nub that already throbbed. And then, she felt the steel sword of his manhood stretching her wide, filling the chalice that she had become—
The scent of apple blossoms filled the air as a flash of light nearly blinded her. The image of a silver cup formed over the man-god’s head and light continued to flow from it, outlining him in radiance, and then he was gone.