Knights, Jousts, and Vampires #contemporary #vampire #romance

A knight is a person granted an honorary title of knighthood by a monarch or other political leader for service to the monarch or country, especially in a military capacity. 

 By the Late Middle Ages, the rank had become associated with the ideals of chivalry, a code of conduct for the perfect courtly Christian warrior. 

Often, a knight was a vassal who served as a fighter for a lord, with payment in the form of land holdings. The lords trusted the knights, who were skilled in battle on horseback.

When I think of knights, I think of stylized tournaments and jousts. 

Why my interest in knights?
Because my latest hero was one, once.  His order, the Knights Defender stole his soul and turned him vampire. He's wandered the world for eight hundred years. His emotions have faded and he's forgotten how to feel. Color has faced from his vision, and he sees the world in shades of gray.

Blurb

Crusader knight, Blaxton de Ferrers rises as a vampire after the Knights Defender steal his soul. Murdered by his cousin, he preys on the people he once swore to protect. His emotions leach out of him. Gradually, he forgets how to feel. 

Eight hundred years later, he meets Harriet.

Harriet Mortlake’s a strong, sassy woman who battles her weight and her temper. She’s the modern-day archivist in the castle which was Blaxton’s childhood home. She’s supposed to ferret out the castle’s secrets. 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 he’s destined for hell. 

Previously sold as Knights Vampire

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Excerpt

The two new vampires kept their gaze locked on Blaxton. Do they think he’s their next meal or something?

She grabbed a fire extinguisher and sprayed foam in their faces. The blond one growled and turned toward her. The dark-haired one kept his focus on Blaxton. Once she’d emptied the extinguisher, she hurled it at the blond vampire as he stalked closer to her. Blinded by foam, he never saw it coming. It knocked him off his feet, and he skidded about in a sea of suds.

“I’ve got this!” Harriet yelled and picked up another fire extinguisher. When the fallen vampire tried to stand, his feet shot sideways, and he knocked his companion to the ground. Both swore and hissed as they flailed around on the cobbled ground.

Blaxton grinned at the mayhem Harriet caused. His laughter died when the dark-haired vampire drew a dagger. Blaxton roared and kicked it out of his hand.

Blondie, the vampire who’d pursued Harriet, snarled and struggled to regain his feet. Harriet let rip with a second fire extinguisher, blasting carbon dioxide in his face. He coughed and spluttered, but the steady stream of gas cleared the foam from his eyes. He stalked her, all lethal intent—a predator cornering his prey.

Harriet hurled the empty fire extinguisher at him. He knocked it aside as though it weighed nothing and kept coming.

His dark-haired companion laughed as he floundered in the foam. “The Saracens wouldn’t have stood a chance if she’d fought alongside us.”

In the shadows, Rolfe hauled himself upright and leaned against the wall. He winced when his injured leg touched the floor, but he drew his sword and hurled it at Blaxton’s back.