Five Things You Didn’t Know About Kryssie Fortune
I was once stranded in a Doctor Who exhibition because I was too scared of the life size Dalek to get to the exit.
I love roller coasters, and was one of the first on The Big ‘Un when it opened in Blackpool
My great uncle, a Coldstream guard, was wounded in the 2nd World war and taken to an American hospital. The visiting general gave him a purple heart then took the staff took it back an hour later because he wasn’t American. The only medals I have are for ballroom dancing.
I love ancient history, and have sprinted down the track Alexander the Great’s father raced down when he won his Olympic Medal
I love birds of prey and one of my best ever birthday presents as a day learning how to fly eagles.
Blurb for KNIGHTS VAMPIRE.
Betrayed by the Knight Defenders and murdered by his cousin, crusader
knight Blaxton de Ferrers rose as a vampire. For nine centuries, he’s
preyed on the people he once swore to protect. Gradually, as his
emotions leach out of him, he forgets how to feel. Then he meets Harriet.
Harriet Mortlake’s a strong sassy woman who battles her weight and her
temper. Her job is to seek out the ancient secrets of the castle that was
Blaxton’s childhood home. Instead, she finds the love of her life.
When danger threatens Harriet, Blaxton steps in. Harriet and Blaxton, are
a match made in heaven. Except… he’s a vampire and to fully claim her,
he’ll have to kill her.
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Harriet’s breath came faster, and as she stared down at her hand, it shook so hard she almost spilled her coffee. “You mean like a Knights Templar cross but in different colors? Azure and argent? Sorry, you’d call them sky blue and silver. Those were the Knights Defender’s colors, weren’t they? Do you really think it was one of their temples where they carried out their most secret and sacred rituals? Really? It’d make my career if you’re right, but we don’t have any Knights Defender connections here.”
Hot coffee scalded Harriet’s throat, but the quicker she drank it the sooner she could return to her office and check out the original map. Proving a Knights Defender connection could make her reputation and impress the higher-ups who’d doubted her. “I’ll dig out those original plans and check, but I can’t believe anyone could make such a foolish mistake. Can I have your phone number or something, and if you’re right, I’d love to talk.”
Mortified, she realized she’d just asked this stranger for his phone number. He wound her up like a clockwork toy, and when she chased after him, he talked with such authority she almost believed him. Besides, even if he’d made his wild story up, she really wanted to see him again. Who was she kidding? She needed to know if he tasted as great as he smelled—all sandalwood and exotic spices. If he did, she’d surely find him addictive.
Blaxton grinned, pulled out a business card, and scribbled a cell phone number underneath his business contacts. “Here. That’s my personal number.”
She studied the card and laughed. “It says here you’re a property developer. I can’t see you being able to do much with a twelfth-century castle, even if it wasn’t grade one listed.”
He stared out to sea, and for a moment he looked lost. His smile returned so quickly Harriet wondered if she’d imagined his brief withdrawal.
He finished his coffee and stood up. “Maybe I could demolish the damned temple and replace it with a real chapel. I’m not staying in Yorkshire long, but would you have dinner with me tonight? We can discuss the Knights Defender if you like. How about we meet up in the Italian restaurant by the harbor? I’ll book a table for eight o’clock tonight if you’re free.”
Harriet blushed, but she smiled back. Tonight she’d be dining with the best-looking guy in the town—if he turned up. She’d been stood up so many times by her ex before she’d stupidly let him share her body and her bed. After the way he’d treated her, dating came hard.
Blaxton de Ferrers seemed genuine. Part of her wanted to run out and get her nails done right along with her hair. What the hell am I going to wear? She wasn’t some sophisticated London beauty, but she cleaned up okay despite her extra ten pounds. Besides, no way would she miss a chance to pump him for information. And if he wants to kiss me goodnight… Well, I might just let him.