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Sir Gerard Fogg, sworn knight of the Royal Guard of Algonwick, lives with a secret: his forbidden love for Prince Tristan Fysher. When a mysterious attacker brings tragedy to the kingdom, Gerard is imprisoned in the castle dungeons to await the King's judgment. A late night visit from the King's advisor, Ranulf, brings an unexpected escape plan with a promise of revenge. Gerard agrees, not realizing their journey will take them five centuries into the future.
Archaeologist Jon Calder has never felt like he fit in anywhere except among the ruins of Algonwick Castle. When he encounters Gerard, appearing to be nothing more than a handsome, polite drifter with an odd manner, Jon experiences an inexplicable connection. It’s as if they've known each other for years, or in another lifetime.
Despite his better judgment, Jon finds himself drawn into Gerard's incredible tale of time travel and royal betrayal. As they hunt for the mysterious villain who escaped through time, Jon is torn as he tries to decide if Gerard is a man of his word or a very skilled manipulator. His decision will either bring glory or devastation to Algonwick across time.
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Publisher: Independently Published
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Alpha Character, Class Differences, Forbidden Love, Hero and the Great Quest, Star-Crossed Lovers
Word Count: 90000
Setting: Algonwick, UK
Languages Available: English, French
As Gerard stood in the shade of the canvas, arms crossed over his bare chest, he heard the rustle of someone entering the tent behind him and, turning, found it was Tristan. His heart soared.
“Quite a sight you are, my knight,” Tristan said, looking around the tent to make certain they were alone, then stepping close. “Your skills in battle are second only to your skills in love.” Tristan took Gerard’s hand and placed it on his chest. “My heart beats more swiftly after I watched you in battle, even now with you the victor. Though I knew it was all a ruse, I feared you would be cut down by another and drop to the field as though dead.” Tristan’s eyes darkened. “I could not bear to see that, even in mockery. I cannot imagine a life without you.”
READ MOREGerard leaned down and kissed him softly; then, moving his lips to Tristan’s ear, with a flick of his tongue, he whispered, “You shall never be free of me, love. Even apart, we are still as close as this.”
Tristan trailed the fingers of his left hand through the hair on Gerard’s chest and dropped his face into the hollow of Gerard’s shoulder, where he took a deep breath. “The aroma of your exertion rouses something within me.”
Gerard reached down to cup the fattening bulge within Tristan’s breeches. “I see what you mean, my prince.”
Voices approached outside the tent, and they quickly stepped apart. Tristan’s eyes shone with lust as he whispered, “Tonight we shall lie together in my chambers. Take the back stairs to the top and step to the right. I shall hang this chain on the catch.” Tristan lifted a chain made of delicate silver links. Gerard nodded, and a moment later, the tent flap flew up and two knights strode in. When they saw Tristan, each fell to one knee and bowed his head.
“My prince!” the men said in unison.
Tristan held Gerard’s gaze a moment longer, then turned to face the men and said with a touch of disdain in his voice, “You may rise, fallen knights of my father’s army.”
The men got to their feet, and their eyes widened at the sight of Gerard standing bare-chested before the prince. Tristan noted their reactions and turned to deliver a smirk in Gerard’s direction.
“He has a strong will, does he not?” Tristan said, his voice regal but admiring. “I came to congratulate him on his win, and here he stands half-unclothed before me. Such a knight has a firm conviction of his place. You could both learn from his example.”
“I thank you, my prince,” Gerard replied and bowed his head. “All my efforts in battle are done for Algonwick and its royal family.”
Tristan nodded. “The royal family commends your skill in battle.”
Gerard dropped to one knee and held his fist over his heart, bowing his head and saying, “For love of country and the royal crest of Algonwick.”
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