KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR

We all want a hero riding up on a white steed and making us safe from the rest of the world. When I was a little girl and all the way up through college I loved the concept of good versus evil and it was truly personified in the movie/story Excaliber. It remains one of my favorite movies today. There’s something about the very basic idea that truly gives us heroes all the way around. Now I understand completely that Arthur was flawed but aren’t all of us flawed in some way? In so many of our stories that we love to read and I love to write the characters are driven by something horrific in their past. It’s our way of knowing they’re very real inside and out. They hurt and cry and hunger like all of us and yet they always manage to find a way to outwit the bad guy or face their ugly demons.

I think as little girls we all dream about a castle and the knight in shining armor. It’s been told and retold in stories all our lives. Our real heroes are everything from men who serve and protect our country to those who risk their lives fighting fires and running down criminals. Then again, aren’t our real heroes the ones who love us, place their arms around us and make sure to tell us we’re going to be okay? Whether we’re going through terrible strife or simply watching a horror movie, the warmth and comfort our personal hero gives us can’t be beat.

I’ve talked many a time about how I love dangerous men and bad boys. And I think our knights in shining armor truly are the bad boys – or at least they can be. I’m trending toward penning pieces on two ends of the spectrum lately – from highly kinky to very poignant where the characters are forced to endure things the majority of us not only don’t have to but probably never will in our lives. Thank God for that. I love to create situations in which you don’t know what mask they’re hiding behind, similar to a shield of armor and a facemask that our medieval knights wore.

No matter what you think we all wear one at times to hide either our true identify for fear others won’t understand or because of some damning aspect from the past. A piece releasing in January is really one that’s horror driven. Unleashed has been changed quite a bit from its inception. Originally penned as a rather frivolous piece to allow a fun blackmail situation in order to allow our heroine to release herself – it was even originally titled Unleashing Her Carnal Desires but it changed because this by far is the most character driven of what I’ve done.

My hero has a terrible secret and it forced to deal with it because of the love he feels for our heroine. But she has a difficult situation herself and wants to become the woman she’s been hiding for so many years. He’s her protector and her savior in the end, hence the play on the cover. I thought I would pay homage to the creative design give you a taste and see what you think.

UNLEASHED

Ariana Tempest’s divorce from her abusive husband wasn’t even final but Randi knew that she had to bring her best friend out of her depression. Stealing her diary, Randi learned about her cravings for kinky acts and her lust for three men. Chaz, Shane and Galen had been their friends for years. They were professionals, roommates and secret lovers. Determined to make Ariana’s fantasies come true, she enlisted the help of the men through blackmail. Unfortunately she had no idea how many demons she unleashed.

Galen Patterson hid from the man he used to be, a past so horrendous he was unable to admit the truth. When faced with the game and Ariana’s need to become a submissive, controlled by a Master, he wasn’t certain he could handle returning to his private hell. After being convinced by his lovers that this would help in the healing process they entered into a single night of sexual exploration and a beginning. But was it the beginning of the end?

Ariana allowed herself to explore his most hidden desires, hungering for more. That is until the nefarious game was revealed. Hurt at their betrayal, she raced home only to find her soon to be ex, Nick waiting inside, begging for forgiveness but his beast hid just below the surface. Little did she know that dark secrets threatened all of them in ways that could haunt her for the rest of her life. Would she believe Nick or the man she’d fallen in love with?

EXCERPT

Galen wasn’t sure what to do. His heart was pumping hard in his chest and as he set down his drink he rubbed his eyes. Randi couldn’t know the power of BDSM. Neither could she understand the potential for not only physical but emotional damage in the wrong hands. While he’d seen her subtle hints over the years she’d never come outright and said anything. Then again neither had he. Game, blackmail or whatever Randi wanted to call it he was going to have to make sure Ariana not only wanted a taste but understood the possible ramifications.

Inhaling deeply Galen walked out onto the oversized deck, glancing at Diego who stood silently. The night air sent a series of shivers trickling down his over heated body as the full moon cast crisp and dazzling reflections across the ocean from the vibrant May evening sky. Somehow the shadows that raced across the darkened ocean appeared ominous. Dangerous. The twitch in his pants reminded him exactly what he longed to do with the stunning temptress. Damn, he could barely stop thinking about her. Ariana. She was a bright shining star and one he had craved for two years. Her voluptuous body, full breasts and luxurious long copper hair did wonders for his raging hard on every night. He sighed and stared into the sky, sensing Diego’s discomfort. “You don’t want to do this, do you?”

Diego hesitated before he shook his head. “I don’t know. This is Ariana we’re talking about. The woman just happens to be the sweetest girl on the face of this earth and one that just got off a shitty ride. I don’t think she needs our baggage tied to her.”

“Our baggage? Diego, we’re lovers and friends. We all have respectable jobs and own a house together. I don’t think that entitles us to have the term baggage tied to us.”

Diego shrugged. “That’s the point. We are lovers. In truth, we are three confident men living together and yet doing everything we can to hide the fact.”

“Diego, both Ariana and Randi know we are gay. Besides, we’re not hiding our sexuality exactly. We’re living our lives without caring about telling other people our intimate details.”

“Yeah, that’s one way of putting it. You heard Randi. We’re not openly telling anyone the truth.”

“It’s none of their damn business,” Galen growled, swirling his drink. Diego was right and he hated himself for hiding behind the fact he enjoyed the company of men.

Diego laughed and took a long sip of his drink. “The fact remains, Chaz and I are gay and you aren’t.”

“Hold on here. I’ve seen your cock twitch with hunger every time Ariana leans across your lap to grab a magazine or a handful of popcorn. I’ve also heard you call out her name in the middle of the night. Don’t give me a load of crap here.” Galen shook his head and closed the distance between them. They stood quietly for several minutes until he cupped Diego’s chin, turning his face toward him. He was such a handsome man. Intelligent. Sensual. They had been together for long enough to know how to push each other’s buttons. “Diego.”

“You don’t have to say it. I can see the torment in your eyes.”

“As I can in yours.” Galen loved the two men. They were happy together and had been for years but he couldn’t deny that there was something missing. Certainly for himself and in truth, he suspected for all three of them. There was a growing distance between them. Yet, his cock ached to be inside Diego that night. “So we are all lovers and I don’t want that change, no matter what you think.”

Diego shook his head and pulled back from him. “I don’t know, Galen. You fight this so hard.”

“I realize that’s the way you see it.”

“Then how is it?”

“I don’t want to hurt any of you,” Galen breathed. They remained quiet, lost in their thoughts.

“You and I know there’s something else.”

What could Galen say? He rubbed his eyes wondering what to do.

“Why in God’s name is Randi pushing this?”

Galen knew damn good and well what Randi was trying to do, even if she was playing a dangerous game. “Because she knows what her best friend wants and she knows what we want of her. Together.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips across Diego’s. They clung to each other, tasting gently, feeling the passion build between them until Galen shivered.

Now you didn’t think I was going to let you know the powerful and damning secrets did you?

You’ll just have to wait and see…

Kisses   xxx

Cassandre

http://www.cassandredayne.com

About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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1 Response to KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR

  1. You always leave me wanting to read more. Love u and I know this will be successful.

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