The Duke's Curse

Title: The Duke's Curse

Series: Legend #2

Author: Kylie Stewart

Genre: Historical/Adventure Romance

Release Date: March 20, 2017

Legend: The Duke's Curse #2 Alexandria knows the truth behind the lies. Avalon is not human, nor is he immortal. He is neither angel nor demon. He is the once and future king. Now, more than ever, Alexandria’s artistic skills could grant them their first victory in battle. It is she who holds the key to end a curse born over a thousand years ago. Will she walk away from Avalon or stay? The choice is up to her, but more than one fate hangs in the balance now. Avalon’s deepest fears lurk in every shadow. His past haunts him even in the light of day. Unable to protect Alexandria, he turns to Lancer for help. Debilitated under his newly arisen weakness, his only hope lies in Alexandria. Bound by chains of sin and shame, Avalon must fight to the death with who he once was to inherit his future. If he loses, it is Alexandria who pays the price. Can he trust her to save him from eternal darkness? Or will he lose her forever?

With a soft laugh, she shook her head. “Then wait until tomorrow. I don’t want to hate you right now.” He fingers pulled the bow loose. I did my best to keep eye contact, so she didn’t think she was having any effect on me. 

How was I able to control myself so easily? Pain ripped through the tips of my fingers, and I realized I was holding onto the wooden post for dear life. Ah, so that was how. 

“You told me not to have regrets, so I’m not going to.” 

I nearly whimpered. “Are you sure you want to do this, with me?” 

When did I become a modest man?

Alexandria nodded, shrugging her shoulders; the robe fell to the floor.

       

Damn.

She stood before me in an emerald nightgown that went to the floor. A slit ran up her right thigh, exposing pale skin. I blinked.

“Is the Dragon speechless?”

My voice didn’t want to work. My throat grew tighter, and my lungs couldn’t control the intake of air. She was straight from a dream. She was perfect, and she wanted me.

“Avalon, say something. If you don’t want to, I’ll understand.” I saw the embarrassment cross her face. 

I rushed to her, but I kept an inch between us. I wouldn’t strike until she told me to. I allowed my eyes to travel up and down her small frame. I circled her like a wolf stalking his prey. I could see every curve of her body, every ripple of lean muscle through her nightgown.

On the first pass, I hooked my finger under her chin and raised her head. I brushed my lips against parted tiers. I whispered, “Just tell me what you want, and I can make it happen.”

A soft moan passed between us as I rested my hand gently on her stomach. I moved behind her, and I pulled her back to me. Our bodies molded perfectly. With my other hand, I took a fistful of her hair and tilted her neck back against my chest.

We were past the point of no return. She needed to know that. My breathing was coming fast and harsh. I nipped and licked along her neck, stopping at her ear.

“Once I start, I won’t be able to stop.” Her entire body quivered at my words. My fingers tightened around her stomach and dared to play in the space between her hipbones. “I want you, Alexandria, so badly.” 

Pulling her rear into me, I heard a small gasp. I bit down on her shoulder. “That’s all for you if you just say the word.”

   

 Just say the words, woman. Come on, I’m going to rip my trousers.

       

I waited. 

“Tell me what you want, Alexandria.”

Nothing but the sound of her gasping for breath answered me.

“My love ...” I spun her to face me. I captured her cheeks and drew her into a deep kiss. Alexandria hesitated at first, her lips unwilling to move with mine. I waited, nibbling at her lower lip, begging for entry.

Finally, she kissed me back. It was soft, tender, and then her mouth opened in a moan as my hands gripped her bottom. I slid inside and met her tongue. A part of me expected her to bite me, but she didn’t. Instead, her arms wrapped around my neck, and it was as if I was being pulled into her.

She drew soft groans from me as her tongue warred with mine. I got lost in her. So lost, I felt as if I could survive on her taste alone. We barely came up for air as I backed her toward the wall. When she could go no farther, I picked her up and braced her. She remembered. 

Her slender legs wrapped around my waist as we continued to spar. My left hand grew bold and shoved the silky material up her thigh, feeling soft skin below. When I pulled back to look at my prize, the burning in my core became almost unbearable. She was gazing at me as though she wanted to devour me. I would let her.

Kylie Stewart has been writing short stories and books all her life. A native of Hammond, New York, Kylie grew up on the St. Lawrence River dreaming of big things. She has a Master’s of Science in Equine Business from Middle Tennessee State University, which is why there are so many horses in her books. After working in the Kentucky Race Horse Industry, she moved back to Tennessee to pursue writing, audio book narrating, and voice acting. She is a huge nerd and big into anime as well as the cosplay community.

Kylie was influenced by her Scottish heritage to become an independent British history buff. She has a small library dedicated to Tudor history and is lover of the Arthurian legends. She also has an intense love of the supernatural, theological, paranormal, and mythological worlds. Kylie lives in Dallas, TX with her husband and fellow voice actor Eric Rolon, and their two cats, Asuka and Haru.

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Legend: Set in Stone #1

Title: Legend: Set in Stone #1

Author: Kylie Stewart

Genre: Historical Adventure Romance

Publisher: TKC Publishing

Release Date:  February 19, 2017

Life as she knew it ended…

When Alexandria York is commissioned to create a great statue for the Duke of Avalon, she quickly becomes a rising star in the London art scene. As chemistry grows between them, Alexandria must decide if she will settle for the man she can have or the man she once loved.

In this life, his heart is the stone and her love is the sword…

The Duke of Avalon has chased his love through the centuries and every time she has jilted him. Tormented by a thousand-year-old curse, Avalon seeks to keep his secret safe while vowing to win Alexandria York. Can he win Alexandria’s trust and protect her from the man after her life?

About Legend the Series

The Legendary King Arthur is cursed to walk the earth alone for a thousand years, only to be thwarted in every attempt to break the bonds that only true love can heal. The key to his freedom is the very woman who jilted him—his queen.

Reborn again and again, without any knowledge of her royal past, Alexandria York is now the only woman who can save the King from his terrible fate.

Her humble life as a sculptor will change forever when she meets the man so desperately in need of her love and acceptance. When an old flame starts to spark again, Alexandria must make a choice between the man she once loved and the man she could learn to love.

The story of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table takes a modern turn, filled with adventure, love, and betrayal.

He continued. “And what have you done? You moved on. Now, he’s come back, and he shows the slightest interest. Are you going to run to him again?”

Those words echoed from the last time I dreamed of Arthur. He had asked me the same thing. A fear shone in Avalon’s eyes that I never quite understood. It always showed when things between us grew desperate.

“I’ll hear him out; I’ll listen to what he has to say. I trust him. You raised a good man, Avalon.” I reached up to touch his face. Why? I didn’t know.

At my touch, his anger vanished. I watched the fear, anxiety, and rage dissipate. His entire body relaxed from coiled muscle to slack. His eyes blinked fast as my thumb stroked over the scar on his cheek.

“Alexandria, please stop. Please, just leave me alone.” His voice cracked and was thick with emotion. So the man did have feelings.

“What are you so afraid of, Avalon?” My voice was gentle, trying to soothe the beast within him.

His breathing grew uneven; his hands gripped my waist tightly. He was trembling. I tilted my head, begging him to let me in. His defenses were weakening. Between my attacks on him, earlier and now, I had struck a nerve.

“I’m warning you, Ms. York.” He swallowed thickly. “Get out.”

“No. Not until I know what has you so afraid to feel.” I let fingertips dance over the bridge of his nose. My pulse racing, I dared to trace his lips. That age-old question harassed me.

What does he taste like?

Avalon’s hands slid up my back, and one wrapped around the back of my neck. I froze. His eyes were hooded, and he was devouring me with his gaze. Our bodies hummed with electricity as he held me against him.

“Please forgive me,” he said.

His head moved lower until our noses brushed, and I smelled the hint of whiskey and mint on his breath.

“F-for what?” My voice could barely be heard.

His lips brushed mine like a whisper, and then his mouth crashed against mine. I didn’t know what to do at first. Avalon was kissing me. And oh, my God, could he kiss. It was deep, long, sensual, and soft. He dominated, possessed, and demanded more.

Hands cupped my face, stroking my cheeks and caressing the way I longed to be kissed for so long. Parting my lips, I gave him entry, and his hot tongue dove into my mouth, seeking mine. We battled, warred. My hands gripped at his shirt, struggling to stay afloat. I was drowning. I heard a low moan rip through his chest, and my mind exploded.

This man poured so much into that kiss; I was dizzy trying to understand it all. I pressed back, begging to know more. All too soon, his body tensed again, and he pulled away from me. It was all too sudden. I was left panting, stunned he’d had the balls to do such a thing after everything we’d been through. Gray eyes gazed longingly into mine.

“Now that, Ms. York, was a moment.” His thumbs caressed along my cheeks. “And it is one I shall keep.”

Avalon stepped back, running a hand through my hair. Breathing hard, my lips parted and my heart burst with a strange calm. He walked swiftly out of the room, his hand covering his mouth.

The urge to call to him threatened. The gravity of what had just happened hammered home. He had kissed me, and I had kissed him back. Worst of all, he had left me. He’d left me wanting more.

Kylie Stewart has been writing short stories and books all her life. A native of Hammond, New York, Kylie grew up on the St. Lawrence River dreaming of big things. She has a Master’s of Science in Equine Business from Middle Tennessee State University, which is why there are so many horses in her books. After working in the Kentucky Race Horse Industry, she moved back to Tennessee to pursue writing, audio book narrating, and voice acting. She is a huge nerd and big into anime as well as the cosplay community.

Kylie was influenced by her Scottish heritage to become an independent British history buff. She has a small library dedicated to Tudor history and is lover of the Arthurian legends. She also has an intense love of the supernatural, theological, paranormal, and mythological worlds. Kylie lives in Dallas, TX with her husband and fellow voice actor Eric Rolon, and their two cats, Asuka and Haru.

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