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Chapter 1

He backed her against the door, holding her firm in his embrace. “You are mine, Cassandra, mine and mine alone.”

As the stunningly handsome blond-haired man took the dark-haired beauty in his arms, his oh so sensuous lips coming closer and closer to her own, Cassandra knew he would take her in a passion that only grew hotter and hotter with each taking. “Yes, Kendrick, yes. Now and always.”

He reached for her, pulling her into his embrace, knowing this was the love he had waited a lifetime for. No army could keep them apart. Never again would they be torn from each other. This would be a love for all time. “I love you, Cassandra. I will love you forever.”

Carrie Taylor sighed as she closed the book, “Why don’t they make men like that in real life? Why can’t I meet my own Kendrick?”

While good for company on a cold, rainy winter night, Taister’s 'meow' didn’t really answer her question. She scrunched the long-haired black cat’s ears before reaching up to turn off the light. As she snuggled under the covers, Taister’s purr could be heard from the foot of the bed. At least he was faithful, not like that jerk Dean.

Dean…what an absolute loser. The jerk. Or, because she had hung out with him…all right, dated him, was she the loser? He came on all charm and kisses, promised her the moon and then went and two-timed her. Story of her life. Hell, he wasn’t even that hot in bed! Chalk up number…well whatever number he was. And come to think of it, he was definitely the loser. “I’m well rid of him, Taister, that’s for sure.”

Drifting off to sleep, Carrie replayed the last few chapters of Her Knight in her mind, seeing herself in the role of Cassandra. Kendrick looked just like the model on the book cover. At least in her dreams -- and what good dreams they were -- she was loved.

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