Her Dark Knight's Redemption
‘This man was shadow and night… He was Darkness. ’ Homeless Aliette is saved from punishment for stealing by a mysterious knight. This stranger informs her that to stay alive she must claim his child as her own. She should fear the knight’s power, and yet it’s clear there’s more good to this man than he’s prepared to show. Can she break down the barriers of the tortured knight she calls Darkness…?
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“This man was shadow and night.
He was Darkness.”
Homeless Aliette is saved from punishment for stealing by a mysterious knight. To stay alive, she’s informed by this stranger that she must claim his child as her own. She should fear the dark knight’s power, yet it’s clear there’s more good to this man than he’s prepared to show. Can she break down the barriers of the tortured knight she calls Darkness?
NICOLE LOCKE discovered her first romance novels in her grandmother’s closet, where they were secretly hidden. Convinced that books that were hidden must be better than those that weren’t, Nicole greedily read them. It was only natural for her to start writing them—but now not so secretly!
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Her Christmas Knight
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Her Dark Knight’s Redemption
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ISBN: 978-0-008-90120-2
HER DARK KNIGHT’S REDEMPTION
© 2019 Nicole Locke
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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There are some readers who just keep you going.
And I owe two such readers my great thanks
for cheering me on through this book.
Diane, our chats have been such a joy
when I was writing the darkest parts of this story.
Especially special? Your messages of
‘How’s it going?’ I must admit those kept me writing
on days I feared the keyboard!
Karine, it has been a serendipitous gift
meeting you through your wonderful blog
https://songedunenuitdete.com. Those pictures you sent me of beautiful Troyes were a brilliant inspiration! Thank you!
Contents
Note to Readers
France—1297
‘I can assure you, monsieur, the child is yours.’
Reynold didn’t bother to turn for the woman who was standing behind him. He rarely acknowledged anyone unless it suited him. The woman’s guttural accent and well-aged sweat stench ensured that she was most definitely beneath him in every way.
In truth, almost everyone was. If Reynold was forced to entertain among the parasites who clung to the teat of court, he would say, but for the King of England, he was beneath no man.
In the privacy of his own home, he barely acknowledged he was beneath God.
He was a knight, highly skilled and deadly with almost every sword and blade man had ever made. Yet what no one knew was the fact that he was deadlier with the games he played. Those who did discover this hidden talent didn’t survive to spread the tale.
