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Blog Tour, Excerpts, & Giveaway For The Lucien Knight Trilogy by Kitty French
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Titles:
Knight & Play (Knight #1)
Knight & Stay (Knight #2)
Knight & Day (Knight #3)
Author: Kitty French
Genre: Erotic Romance
Hosted by: Love Between the Sheets Promotions
Knight & Play (Knight #1)
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There's only one thing in life Lucien Knight really hates, and that's husbands who cheat on their wives. There's only one problem in Sophie Black's life. Her cheating husband... From the moment Lucien & Sophie meet, the seal is set. Romantic, emotional & intensely erotic, Knight and Play is the perfect read for lovers of international bestsellers Fifty Shades & Bared To You. Let yourself be swept away by Part One of the Knight series from Kitty French, a romance so hot it'll burn your fingers... CEO of Knight Inc. Lucien Knight is catch-your-breath gorgeous and damaged by his troubled past in Norway. All grown up and relocated to London, he's built his empire of adult clubs from the ground up to become the gorgeous patron saint of the sex industry. No one knows the dark childhood secrets that have given Lucien a backbone of steel and a heart encased in ice. No one until Sophie Black, that is... From the moment girl-next-door Sophie accepts the job as Lucien Knight's PA, she understands how Alice must have felt when she tumbled down the rabbit hole. Lucien takes her safe, vanilla life away and plunges her head first into a huge dish of fantasy flavours. Rich, spicy chocolate covered with dark, oozingly lickable sauce? Check. Tutti-frutti with indecently red, glistening cherries on the top? Yes please. Lucien strips away all of Sophie's inhibitions, and when he instructs her to select three new toys, she soon realises he has more than a game of Monopoly on his mind... He's opened the door to a whole new pleasure packed world without limits, and Sophie is utterly intoxicated. But how far is she willing to go? And what happens when she has to step back into reality again? Lucien & Sophie's is a story of star crossed love and forbidden passion, a sexual odyssey that spans the globe and changes both of their lives forever. Let it change yours, too.Excerpt:
“You’re overdressed.”
Naked beneath the robe, Sophie’s pulse
accelerated.
He watched her in silence for a long few
seconds, and when she didn’t move to
undress, he reached down and flicked the top
button of his own jeans open instead.
Sophie blinked hard, her eyes following his
fingers as he worked the second button
open. She cleared her throat as he went for
the third. His golden, sculpted navel
gleamed in the candle glow. As he released the
last button, he pushed his jeans down
and stepped free of them, then straightened,
buck naked and utterly nonchalant.
“See? No clothes. Easy.” He spread his hands
wide, and Sophie gorged on the
visual feast he was offering her.
He was easily the most beautiful man she’d
ever seen, in real life, or in magazines
or movies. All gleaming hard planes and
athletic, lean muscle. Sophie’s eyes strayed
lower, beyond his navel.
Christ. His
cock. She pulled in her breath hard as she stared at the thick, long curve
standing rigid against his abdomen. Despite
the fact that she’d experienced him so
intimately inside her, this was the first
chance she’d had to see him fully naked. He
took her breath away.
When she eventually dragged her eyes back up
to his face, she found that cocky half
smile back in place on his lips. He knew the
effect he was having on her. He turned
away.
God, how her fingers itched to touch those
broad, inked shoulders, to trail down the
length of his granite spine to his perfectly
curved backside. Sophie puffed her fringe
out of her eyes. If Lucien had been around in
the Renaissance period, sculptors would
have gouged out their own eyeballs for a
chance to sculpt him.
He turned back around and tipped his head to
one side.
“Your turn.”
Sophie caught her bottom lip between her
teeth, trapped between nerves and the
desire to comply. Desire won. She got slowly
to her feet, and Lucien moved around
her to take her place on the edge of the bed.
He planted his hands on the fur throw
behind him, his cock looming large and
shameless in front of him.
Sophie licked her dry lips and reached for the
belt of the gown.
“Turn around.”
She hadn’t expected instruction, but accepted
his request with a tingle of lust in her
groin. Her back turned, she released the belt.
“Go slow.”
His low command made her revise her plan to
drop the robe, and she shimmied it
just one shoulder off instead.
“Good girl.”
Encouraged, she slid the other shoulder down,
but kept hold of the robe as it slipped
down her spine, holding it as a seductive
cover over her bottom. She turned to throw a
saucy glance at Lucien over one shoulder and
found him slowly stroking the length of
his hard cock with one hand.
Her jaw dropped and she turned away quickly,
letting the robe fall to the floor. The
knowledge that he was behind her, lazily
masturbating, turned her knees to jelly, and
a snake pit of nerves writhed in her gut as
she willed herself to be brave. She turned
back around to face him.
He didn’t take his hand away from his erection
as he nodded slowly, his eyes sliding
from her face to her breasts. Sophie felt her
nipples pucker into ripe beads under his
scrutiny, and she could barely get her breath
as his eyes travelled lower. Her hands
were awkward at her sides, and she knew her
cheeks were pink with discomfort and
desire in equal measure.
Lucien stared at her crotch and stroked
himself for a second longer, then licked his
lips and stood up.
His height above hers struck Sophie anew,
further enhanced by the vulnerability of
being naked.
“You see?” He gestured to their bodies with
his hands.
“Man.” He touched his fingers to his chest and
raised his eyebrows.
“Woman.” He brushed his fingertips over the
base of her throat.
“Sex is natural.” He trailed one finger down
the valley between her breasts to her
navel, making her stomach muscles jitter in
response. “And fucking beautiful.”
His clear blue eyes held hers. “Now, forget
everything else,” he said, “And Get. On.
That. Bed.”
Knight & Stay (Knight #2)
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Sophie black has turned her back on both her cheating husband and her sexy, enigmatic boss Lucien Knight. When she hits rock bottom, she finds herself drawn back into Lucien's glamorous no strings, high stakes world of intensely erotic encounters. Bold and beautiful, Lucien is a walking, talking Viking sex god-the ultimate rebound guy. His is a seductive world of pleasure without limits or commitment, but can Sophie's already bruised heart survive his strictly no ties rule? When her husband returns with his tail between his legs, Sophie is faced with the toughest decision of her life. How does she choose between the man she vowed to love forever and the man who she hadn´t planned on loving at all? Knight & Stay is a star-crossed romantic adventure that spans the globe from Paris to the glittering artic northern lights, a sexual odyssey of love and lust that changes the lives of everyone involved forever.
Excerpt
It was as if she'd opened the gates
to paradise.
Lucien was parched and desperate to
drink from her, to fill himself to the brim with the magical elixir that seemed
to flow from her soft curves and hidden hollows straight into his bloodstream.
He lowered his head and captured her
nipple between his lips, turned on as much by her groan of pleasure as by the
feel of the nub in his mouth. He swirled his tongue over her as he let his
hands explore her back; the delicate bones of her spine, the way it dipped then
flared at the base.
He shrugged out of his shirt as he
transferred his attentions to her other nipple, loving the feeling of his skin
against her skin again. The sure slide of her hands over his shoulders had him
pushing down her lace knickers. There would be time later to take it slow.
Right now he was driven by urgent need; the need to embrace her naked body
completely, to be overthrown by the mind-blowing sensation that only fucking
this woman could give him.
Sophie's shallow moans of
anticipation told him that she was of the same mind, as did the way she swayed
her body against his as he reached for his belt.
"I love you like this,"
she murmured when he gathered her to him, and he had to hold back the words
that almost left his own lips as he lifted her onto the edge of the sofa and
positioned himself between her legs.
He noticed how she held her breath
with anticipation as he let the tip of his cock play against her entrance, and
how it rushed from her body when he surged his hips forward. She might have
groaned, but he didn't hear it over the animalistic sound that left his own
throat. Oh, the way Sophie wrapped her legs around his thighs, and Christ, the
feel of her hands pulling him in deeper. She'd regained the weight she'd
dropped in her weeks of turmoil and distress and felt to Lucien all the more
amazing for it; her lush velvet curves were surely designed to make a man lose
his head. Fuck. He needed to thrust, and he needed her with him when he
came.
Sophie's mouth opened wide under his
when he reached a hand behind her head and pulled her into his kiss, and she
mouthed his name when he reached his other hand between their bodies and
massaged her clitoris as his hips found a furious rhythm. Christ, she was going
to come, he could feel her body tensing and it aroused him almost beyond
endurance. She clamped him with her legs, her head flung back with pleasure as
he slammed himself into her. So sexy. Bang. So fucking, fucking sexy. Bang.
Sophie cried out, her finger nails arcing into his skin as she orgasmed around
his cock and under his fingers. Her whole body tightened deliciously, wrenching
his own climax out of him with a shout of absolute, blissful, excruciating,
intense release.
"Mine." The ragged word
left his mouth unplanned and uncensored by rational thought as he buried his face
in her neck. "Mine."
Sophie settled herself against
Lucien's chest as they dropped down together onto the sofa. "Do you want
some dinner?"
"No." He stroked her hair.
"Coffee?"
"No."
"Cake?"
"Only if I can smear it all
over you and then lick it off."
Sophie harboured no delusion that he
was joking; she was instantly transported back to Norway, laid out on Lucien's
dining table wearing nothing but his dessert.
"I don't want food or drink.
This isn't a date."
Knight & Day (Knight #3)
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Kara Brookes hates liars. Dylan Day hasn’t told the truth from the moment his plane touched down in Ibiza. It’s a recipe for disaster. Lucien and Sophie are back, and have set up camp on the sun-drenched isle of Ibiza for the opening of the latest of Lucien’s strictly adult clubs. They’re joined for the summer by Sophie’s best friend Kara, and Dylan Day, Lucien’s newly appointed club manager. The laid back, smokin’ hot surf guy from California seems almost too good to be true… but there’s no smoke without fire. It’s going to be a long hot summer of love, lust, lies and wedding bells. But who will get their happy ever after? Romantic, emotional and intensely erotic, Knight & Day is the thrilling final installment of the USA Today bestselling Knight Series from Kitty French.Excerpt:
“Listen, Kara…”
Dylan topped up their champagne glasses in the silence that followed Lucien and
Sophie’s
disappearance. “I think we may have got off on the wrong foot, and for my part
in that, I’m
sorry.”
He handed Kara
her glass and picked up his own, turning his body towards hers on the bench as
he
settled back
down. The top couple of buttons on his dark shirt were open, and Kara found her
eyes
following the
tanned column of his neck down and wondering what he’d be like if he lost the
shirt
altogether.
Balls. She closed her
eyes and brought her glass to her lips. She didn’t want to think that.
Don’t think it,
don’t think it, don’t think it.
Maybe if she
said it three times in her head something magical would happen and he wouldn’t
be so
attractive when
she reopened her eyes.
Well, that
didn’t work. In fact, if
anything, he looked sexier still, because he was watching her, waiting
for her.
“Are you
waiting for me to apologise too?” she asked, placing her drink down.
“Do you feel
like you need to?”
He was half
school teacher, half sex god, and for some reason Kara found herself ready to
be thrown over his knee and chastised for her sassy mouth. Oh Lord. This was
going to go bad. Champagne swilled in her veins, and there was no stopping
the words from leaving her lips.
“No. I actually
feel like sliding over there and unbuttoning your shirt.”
Dylan’s
expression went from lazy amusement to round-eyed surprise in five seconds
flat. Surprise laced with arousal.
“Which is why
you should leave right now,” Kara continued, aware that she’d said too
much, as always.
Her big mouth
had got her into all sorts of trouble over the years, and it would seem that
this was destined to be another of those times.
She watched him
swallow hard and wanted to trace her index finger down his Adam’s apple.
He watched her
watching him.
“Well, that’s
an unexpected development, English.”
“You’re telling
me,” she said. “Leave. Please?”
Kara manoeuvred
herself off the bench and stood to allow him room to get out.
“Should I
finish my drink?”
“Nope.”
“I could take
my shirt off?”
He was standing
too close, his fingers on the buttons at his chest, his eyebrows raised
suggestively, his
expression
caught halfway between joking and deadly serious.
“Goodnight,
Dylan.”
Kara crossed
her arms firmly, and for the briefest of seconds Dylan’s eyes moved down to the
cleavage
she’d just
inadvertently served up like two oranges on a platter. She didn’t dare open her
mouth for fear of what might come out. “Rip my dress off and take a proper
look,” sprang unhelpfully to mind.
Dylan leaned
down and touched his lips against her cheek; warm, tingly, and lingering for a
second
longer than
could be deemed platonic. Jesus, he smelt like nothing on earth. She wanted
to lick his face.
“Goodnight,
English,” he said softly. “I’ll see myself out. And for the record… I’ve never
felt less like
leaving
anywhere in my life.”
About the Author
USA Today best selling author Kitty French is a self confessed romance junkie - she loves to watch it, read it, and best of all, to write it. She started to write erotic romance after reading Fifty Shades and hasn't looked back since!
She lives in England with the gorgeous Mr.F and their two young sons, and is never knowingly found without a glass of wine in her hand.
Kitty also writes romantic comedy under the pseudonym Kat French. Her first novel, Undertaking Love, is out now from HarperCollins.
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Title: Knight & Day (Knight #3)
Author: Kitty French
Genre: Erotica
Release Date: November 30, 2013
Hosted by: Love Between the Sheets Promotions
Synopsis
Kara Brookes hates liars. Dylan Day hasn’t told the truth from the moment his plane touched down in Ibiza. It’s a recipe for disaster. Lucien and Sophie are back, and have set up camp on the sun-drenched isle of Ibiza for the opening of the latest of Lucien’s strictly adult clubs. They’re joined for the summer by Sophie’s best friend Kara, and Dylan Day, Lucien’s newly appointed club manager. The laid back, smokin’ hot surf guy from California seems almost too good to be true… but there’s no smoke without fire. It’s going to be a long hot summer of love, lust, lies and wedding bells. But who will get their happy ever after? Romantic, emotional and intensely erotic, Knight & Day is the thrilling final installment of the USA Today bestselling Knight Series from Kitty French.
Excerpt
Sophie was already at the club when Kara arrived a l ittle while later. She’d made a start on opening the stock boxes, and was kneeling on the floor surrounded by scanty lingerie and sex toys. “Just a normal day at the office I see.” Kara dropped her bag down on the floor with a grin. “Free samples,” Sophie said, holding up an edible, erect penis with a look of barely disguised horror. "Classy," Kara laughed. “Lunch?” Sophie made a ‘no-way’ face and put the choc-cock back in its box. “Where did you get to?” “Just giving the old Mustang a good airing,” Kara said, aware she sounded vague but reluctant to mention her visit to Dylan. “Just don’t get yourself arrested,” Sophie said. Kara faked offence. “As if.” They both knew she was perfectly capable of it, and she’d only wriggled off the hook one time back home because she happened to have been pulled over by a cop who’d had the hots for her in college. “It’s just that I noticed that Dylan’s jacket had gone out of the hallway.” Sophie didn’t look up from the box she was slicing open, but Kara heard the speculative hint behind her words all the same. There was no getting anything past that girl. “Mm. I dropped it back for him while I was out.” Sophie glanced up, her eyebrows high above questioning eyes. “What?” Kara rolled her eyes. “You asked me to be nice to him. I was being nice.” “No, it’s nothing,” Sophie pulled open the carton in front of her. “It’s just…” Kara dropped down on her knees beside Sophie and reached for an unopened box, already knowing exactly where Sophie was heading with this conversation. “Soph, don’t worry. The last thing I’m interested in is getting involved, especially with some guy who we don’t know from Adam. He could be a mass murderer for all we know.” “He doesn’t strike me as a mass murderer,” Sophie said neutrally. “I like him, actually. Easy on the eye, too.” “You think?” Kara studied the inventory list for the box she’d just opened without really taking in the details. “He’s okay, I suppose.” “You suppose.” Sophie smiled. “You suppose?” “What do you want me to say? He’s hot? Okay, I suppose he’s hot. Kind of. If you like that sort of thing.” “You like that sort of thing.” “Are you telling me or asking me?” Sophie placed the handcuffs she’d been examining for quality back in the box and twisted to face Kara, her hands on her knees. “Kara. We’ve been friends for more than half of our lives. I know you well enough to know that Dylan Day is exactly your type, so don’t even bother denying it, okay?” Kara sighed. “Soph, I know what you’re thinking, but trust me on this. I’m not about to have a holiday romance and end up broken-hearted again. See these fingers?” She held out her hands. “Burned. After what happened with Richard last year, I’m well and truly off that whole romance shtick.” “I seem to remember us having a conversation very similar to this when I separated from Dan,” Sophie said, referring to her childhood sweetheart and ex-husband. It seemed bizarre to imagine that she’d ever truly loved him now, because her feelings for Lucien were so much bigger. All-encompassing. “Yeah, but you had the delectable Lucien to pick up the pieces. There aren’t enough Viking sex gods out there to go around for the rest of us.” “Or American surf dudes?” “Whichever. My point is that after being left standing at the fucking altar in a wedding dress I didn’t even fucking like all that much, I’m not about to jump into fucking bed with Dylan-yankee-doodle-diddle-Day!” Sophie put her hand over her mouth, but the laugh came out just the same. Kara swiped her on the shoulder then burst out laughing too. “You ladies sound hard at it.” They both looked up as Lucien appeared in the doorway with yet another box in his arms, his eyes taking in the two laughing women surrounded by handcuffs and chocolate erections. Handcuffs. Erections. Sometimes, it just wasn’t possible to keep work and pleasure totally separate. Lucien placed the delivery down next to Sophie, and pocketed a set of handcuffs at the same time. She caught his eye fleetingly and then dropped her gaze with a discreet smile. “Sophie, could I see you in my office in five minutes, please?” She caught the emphasis absolutely clearly, and entered Lucien’s office seven minutes later, deliberately missing his deadline. “You’re late.” “I was busy.” “Not just one minute late. Two.” He lounged against the edge of his desk and touched the back of the swivel chair beside him, turning it slowly to face her. “Sit down.” Sophie closed the door behind her with a click and crossed the room. Lucien watched her closely, his eyes all over her. She’d dressed for him that morning, knowing full well that her feminine, not-quite demure, lace-trimmed sundress played to his cave-man instincts, and that the almost indecent underwear she’d chosen to team it with turned him hard on sight. His hands moved warm and heavy to rest on her shoulders. Kind of loving, kind of clamped. Only the slow stroke of his thumbs on her neck beneath her ponytail betrayed him. “Put your hands behind the chair, Sophie.” A shiver ran from Sophie’s scalp to the base of her back. She swallowed, and slowly obeyed his demand. Lucien clipped the cuffs around her wrists, taking care to shackle her in place by threading the chain behind the post of the chair. “A lot can happen in two minutes, Princess,” Lucien said, letting her hair free from its band before swinging the chair around to face him. He knelt before her, checked his watch, and spread her knees. Sophie held her breath, never sure with Lucien what would happen next. She gasped when he rucked her dress up her thighs, his hands firm as he yanked her hips forwards on the seat. Once she was exposed from the waist down, Lucien stopped for a second. “These are some of my favourites,” he murmured, massaging a firm hand over the scrap of white lace between her legs. “I wore them for you.” He nodded briefly, his eyes hot on hers. “I know.” He gripped the edge of the delicate lace and pulled it aside, parting her thighs even wider with his shoulders as he dipped his head. He paused, his lips a whisper away from her skin. Both hands buried between her thighs, he opened her with his fingers and blew lightly over her flesh, a cool breeze to heighten the heat of his tongue. Sophie watched him, her hands desperate to be tangled in his hair rather than behind the chair. He raised his eyes to hers and kissed her clitoris, and her body arched in response. He lifted one eyebrow, and kissed her there again. Slower, longer, with tongues, the most erotic of French kisses. “Not just one minute late, Princess,” he said, stroking one finger along her thigh. “Two.” He pushed two fingers inside her at once and fastened his beautiful mouth over her sex, his hot, wet tongue making her cry out. He mouthed her, delicate and then not so, teasing and then sensationally not so. He knew her body so well now. How to build her, how to hold her right on the edge, and how to plunge her all the way over whenever he wanted to. He wanted to. Her hips jerked and he followed her movements with his mouth, not letting her miss a thing. Sliding his fingers slowly out of her, he dropped a kiss on her thigh as he straightened her clothes and checked his watch. “One minute fifty five.” Sophie stretched when he unlocked the cuffs, and Lucien caught hold of her wrist and massaged it. “Next time, be more punctual.” Sophie ran a hand over his crotch. “Maybe,” she massaged his erection and stretched up to lick her tongue over his lower lip. “Maybe not.” She stepped away and skipped to the door, laughing when someone tapped the other side of it. “Dylan,” she smiled in welcome, straightening the skirt of her dress, opening the door wide. “I hope you’re not late too. Lucien’s feeling quite the slave driver today.”
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About the Author
Erotic romance writer, wine drinker, disorganised wife and mom.
Also writes romantic comedy as Kat French, with 1st novel Undertaking Love out now from HarperCollins.
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