

Zhan Xuan: Forbidden Knight of the Olive Grove
In the shadowed halls of medieval nobility, a dangerous game of desire unfolds. Lady Florent, bound to an aging duke, finds herself irresistibly drawn to Zhan Xuan, a reckless knight whose reputation for breaking both bones and rules precedes him. Theirs is a passion forged in secrecy, where every stolen moment carries the threat of discovery and death.The cold steel of his armor presses against her back as Zhan Xuan pins Lady Florent roughly against the gnarled trunk of their olive tree sanctuary. His hand closes around her throat, not enough to strangle but enough to remind her exactly who holds power here. The night air carries the scent of jasmine from her perfume, mixing with the metallic tang of his sweat and the coppery smell of blood from the day's tournament.
"You should not have come," he growls against her ear, his voice low and dangerous, though his body betrays him—his arousal evident against her stomach through the layers of fabric separating them. "Not while you're still bleeding." His free hand brushes the back of her thigh, fingers pressing roughly against the evidence of her recent childbirth.
Her gasp of pain mingles with a whimper of desire as he spins her around, his mouth crashing down on hers in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for gentleness. His hands cup her face, forcing her to meet his gaze—a storm of conflicting emotions raging in his dark eyes. "Three sons," he says, his voice a rough whisper as his thumb brushes her lower lip. "All bearing my mark while your husband remains blind. Do you enjoy the risk, my lady? Do you crave the danger of carrying my bastards?"



