Authors: Sarah McKerrigan
OUTLAW BY NIGHT
meek and soft-spoken, unlike her warrior sisters. But once the sun goes
down, Miriel of Rivenloch becomes "The Shadow," the bold, mysterious renegade
who robs the rich to give to the poor. But can she outwit the devil-may-care
mercenary Sir Rand la Nuit, who has been hired to unmask The Shadow?
Miriel doesn't know
that his sudden, amorous courtship is hiding
doesn't know who The Shadow is—only that the lovely woman in his arms
heats his blood. Touch by silky touch, kiss by sizzling kiss, the stakes—and
their, passions—mount. And once Rand and Miriel disrobe in his bedchamber, both
can lose everything they live for—including their oh-so-vulnerable hearts.
TURNED TO THE LOVELY LASS,
PERUSING HER SLOWLY FROM HEAD TO TOE.
"You look all grown up to
"Do I?" Miriel asked
"Oh, aye," he murmured
with a lazy grin. "You feel like a woman." He raised her hand and
rubbed it gently against his cheek. "And you definitely taste like a
woman." He lowered his gaze to her mouth, then dipped his head until his
breath caressed her jaw. "Even if you spy on people like a naughty
He nipped at her lips once,
twice, then engaged her fully. Miriel eagerly responded, opening her mouth for
him, tilting her head, spreading her fingers across his chest. Encouraged by
wrapped an arm around her
shoulders and pulled her closer...
The next thing he knew, the
earth was yanked out from under him, and he was laid out flat on his back.
In KNIGHT'S PRIZE (on sale now), the final chapter in my Warrior
Maids of Rivenloch trilogy,
la Nuit, infamous mercenary and expert
hunts the elusive outlaw known as
But who is the
-lightning thief? And
what is sweet Miriel of Riven
hiding from him?
The quest draws
shocking truth—that the seemingly innocent
falling hopelessly in love with
more than she's
letting on about The Shadow.
Writing KNIGHT'S PRIZE presented a fascinating challenge for
me—intertwining the cultures of East and West in a medieval setting. The
trade route was established at this time, so I
imagined that some martial arts might have been imported along with the silk.
Thus was born a very different type of damsel in shining armor—a medieval
heroine who kicks butt Chinese-style!
Why martial arts? As a kid, I always thought Kato
was way cooler than The Green Hornet. My guilty pleasure is
Jackie Chan movies, which I watch with
my teenage son. And I could watch that
beautifully choreographed foyer fight scene from
The Matrix Reloaded
The best thing about martial arts is that size doesn't matter. I
learned that as a pint-sized girl, studying judo. It's all about momentum,
strategy, grace, speed, agility, and surprise, using an attacker's own strength
against him. And as you can imagine, martial arts are also the great equalizer
of the sexes!
As a reader, I love surprises, so I've packed plenty of them into
KNIGHT'S PRIZE. No one is who they seem to be, twists and turns abound, and the
story has an explosive ending! The romance and adventure should keep you up
all night. Let me know if it did at
my son Dylan...
who shares with
me a love of swords,
the Super Bowl,
pleasure of action movies,
convinced me that what romance novels
were great fight choreography
who kept my
eyes widened, and she stumbled out of her last
She glanced anxiously about the chamber. "Who?"
always on guard now. Since the Knights of Cameliard had insinuated themselves
into the household of
, she never knew
when a Norman warrior might barge into her bedchamber.
Night," Sung Li replied mysteriously, continuing with the measured
moving with a youthful grace that belied the wrinkled face and long snowy
braid, shifting slowly from left foot to right, then arcing like a bow being
Miriel's tranquillity of a moment before was irreparably shattered. "
Li spoke serenely. "The Night that comes to swallow The Shadow."
scowled, her tense shoulders relaxing. So Sung Li was only being intentionally
obtuse again. The old servant's prophecies were usually accurate, but sometimes
Miriel's wise and wizened companion seemed impossibly inscrutable. And
inevitably chose the most unfortunate times to deliver the darkest omens.
out her rattled nerves, Miriel resumed her exercises, shadowing Sung Li in
their daily ritual. Beyond and below the open shutters of the keep, the first
slender spears of sunlight pierced through the Scots woods.
now that Sung Li had cast a stone into her pool of calm, rippling her
meditative poise, Miriel's movements grew awkward.
did that mean—the night that comes to swallow the shadow? A cloudy evening? A
harsh winter? Another invasion by the English? Or could it mean something
in thought, Miriel wobbled and wavered and lost her balance, coming down hard
on one bare foot.
it all!" She crossed her arms, blowing a stray tendril of dark hair out of
her eyes. "How can I concentrate when you deliver such ominous
Li broke from the pose long enough to turn an amused, smug look upon her.
"A true Master would not be distracted, not even by—"
dragon breathing its fiery breath upon his head," Miriel finished in a
mutter. "I know. But you could have saved it for later."
Li finished the last extended movement, bowed respectfully toward the sun, then
faced Miriel with a solemn expression. "Later is too late. The Night is
drifted through the window just then, bringing in the crisp October air. But
the preternatural chill that shuddered Miriel's bones had naught to do with the
season. Night was coming soon? 'Twas scarcely dawn.
gazes met, and Miriel thought she'd never seen her
teacher, look so grave. 'Twas as if those ancient black eyes bored into her
soul, seeking out her weaknesses, weighing her worth.
Li at last took hold of Miriel's forearm in a surprisingly firm grip.
"You must be strong. And brave. And clever."
slowly nodded. She didn't always understand Sung Li, who spoke often in
riddles, but there was no question the warning was serious.
Sung Li released her abruptly and, as if naught had happened, resumed the role
of Miriel's maidservant, donning a roughspun kirtle over the loose hemp
garments worn for
on stockings and slippers, then selecting a deep azure surcoat for Miriel from
the great pine chest at the foot of the bed.
frowned, slithering into the soft wool gown while Sung Li dutifully turned
away. They'd kept many secrets, the two of them, since the day five years ago,
when Miriel had deigned to purchase, along with
a pair of
the Orient, a Chinese servant from a traveling merchant.