Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Fate's Call #14

Wrote this kinda under pressure, so forgive if it's not *awesome* I finished my Romantic Suspense MS!!!!!!!! Anywho, I hope you enjoy!

            How and why should have been instinct. But as Erron met his dark eyes in the dimness of Anais’s loft, her heart echoed his. Everything clicked. It made sense—as if it was fated.
            “I love you, too.” She flashed a smile.
            Jarek stared in silence, his gaze searching her face.
            “I know it doesn’t make any sense,” they spoke at the same time, paused, and shared a laugh.
            “I’m staying with you tonight,” Jarek said.
            “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Erron whispered.
            “I won’t…touch you in any way you don’t wish. But I need to hold you to convince myself this is real.”
            Heat rushed her cheeks. This man was saying these things to her? About her?
            He leaned down, his mouth taking hers. But there was no urgency in the kiss like before. Tenderness and languorous heat made her inch closer, wrapping her arms around him.
            Blessed Spirit, she really did love Jarek.
            She loved him.
Jarek’s heart pounded in his ears as Erron slipped her tongue against his. Her arms tightened around him and he pulled her closer, her breasts flattening against his chest.
Thin fabric was all that separated her body from his. He was hard as a rock, his erection throbbing at the idea of her naked in his arms.
Slow. Down.
He yanked away from the kiss before he did something stupid, like push her down and whip up her chemise. Her bastard father had probably done that.
Erron gasped, her sky blue eyes going wide and starting to clear the passionate haze. At least she’d been right with him.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered.
            “I want you.” His voice cracked. “And that’s not fair to you.”
Her already rosy cheeks flushed an even deeper red, but Jarek cupped her face before she could look away.
“You’ve already been through too much. I’m sorry. I need to…will…be fair to you. I should go home.”
“No.” Erron’s protest was almost a shout and he swallowed hard. “I want you to stay with me,” she whispered.
He studied her face, holding her cheeks gently with both hands. Tears hovered in her beautiful eyes and his heart stuttered.
“I’ve never spoken of it,” she started. Erron swallowed hard but maintained his gaze.
More tears would kill him, but Jarek would let her talk about it if she needed to. “Do you want to?” he whispered.
“I don’t know.” Her bottom lip trembled.
“Whatever you need, I’m here for you. No matter what.” He drew her back into his arms. “I love you,” he whispered into her downy hair. Her long white-blonde locks were loose, flowing down her back and he smoothed his hand against them. Softness teased and wrapped around his fingertips.
Touching her felt good…right.
When was the last time that bastard raped her?
It was better for him not to know.
Blessed Spirit, he wanted to gut him.
“Jarek?” His name was muffled against shirt.
She lifted her head and their eyes locked. “I need you to know something.”
“What, love?”
Erron paused at the endearment. He pressed a kiss into her forehead.
“I…I…” When she faltered, he squeezed her hand to give her strength. Her breasts raised and lowered against him as she took a deep breath. “I’ve been with a man, and I never wanted that. But I do want you. I’ve never felt the way you make me feel.”
Jarek stared. What could he say? She was the strongest person he’d ever met. His heart tripped over itself.
He kissed her, intending something slow and tender that quickly became more. Erron melted into him, their tongues dueling.
Panting, he pulled away before he wouldn’t be able to, but she clung to him, squeezing her arms around his neck.
The first hot tears hit his neck, but he just held her, rubbing her back. Her crying was killing him, but she needed to get it all out. Then, like he’d told her, he would listen if she needed to talk.
When she needed to talk. It would all have to come out eventually.
Jarek would have to restrain himself from going after the bastard and gelding him.
Whispering into her hair that he loved her, he held her close until Erron’s sniffles finally lessened. When she looked up at him, he wiped her tears away.
“I love you, too.”
He dropped a kiss on her nose. “Good.”
“Want to get into bed with me?” Erron asked. Her cheeks flushed pink, but she met his gaze head on. “I don’t know…what…I’m ready for.”
His heart flipped. “Shhh. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll be here for you when you’re ready. It happens on your terms, Erron.”
She offered a tremulous smile. “I love when you hold me.”
Jarek smiled back. “Good thing I love holding you, then.”
Erron laughed and it was the best sound he’d ever heard.
He crawled into the bed next to her, yanked the sleeping furs up and gathered her to him. Closing his eyes, Jarek let the love…the rightness wash over him. He could hold Erron forever. And he would get to. She was going to be his wife.
“Jarek?” she whispered as she wiggled closer, resting her head on chest.
“Yes, love?”
“My father will come for me.”
Pressing a kiss into the crown of her head, he sighed. “I know.”
“What are we going to do?”
“We’ll deal with it in the morning. But I promise I won’t let him take you away from me.”


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Sunday, June 24, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday: Bonding

This one is from book #4 in my fantasy/romance series, Dragon's Call. The dragon, Caith, and Nyja, the heroine in the book. Hope you like it!

            She didn’t have a moment to contemplate the dragon’s flesh. Power surged through her body, warming her arms and legs. Her fingers and toes tingled. Her head smarted and she closed her eyes to stave off dizziness. Nyja felt consumed, but not in pain. She was wrapped in warmth.

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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Fate's Call #13

*evil laugh* (that's about all I have to say!) *wink*

            Erron was enveloped by the pleasantly plump woman that Jarek had introduced as Anais. She hugged her back, unsure what else to do as she was squeezed into the shorter woman’s softness.
            Jarek’s chuckle made her look up over Anais’s shoulder. “Anais, you’re smothering her.”
            His father looked amused, as well, with one corner of his mouth lifted. The two men stood side by side not far from them.
            Anais released her with a bright smile and squeezed her hand. “I’m so glad you’re here, lass. Fair like me, and so gorgeous.”
            Gorgeous? That was the first time anyone had ever complimented her. Someone was glad for her presence? When had that ever happened before?
Heat rushed her cheeks and she looked away. Jarek winked when he caught her eye and her face burned even more.
            “Thank you,” she whispered.
            Stepping forward, Jarek’s father took her hand. “It’s nice to meet you officially.” He leaned in and brushed a kiss onto her cheek, his whiskers tickling.
            Erron smiled and looked into the dark eyes that matched her—what? FiancĂ©? Yes, the man she would marry. Her heart flipped. “Thank you for having me.”
            “Having you, lass? You’re family!” Anais exclaimed.
            She wanted that.
            Jarek snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her to his side, planting a kiss on her cheek.
            “It’s getting late,” his father said.
            The older couple faced them, his arm around Anais, holding her like Jarek held Erron. She didn’t want to be parted from Jarek, but they weren’t married yet. Where would she sleep?
            “Lass, I’ve a loft across the way, above my shop. I sleep downstairs. You’re welcome to it,” Anais said.
            “You don’t live here?” The words tumbled out of her mouth. She blushed, fidgeting against Jarek’s side. “Sorry, that was rude of me.”
            “No, not at all. Kirgan and I are to wed, like you to my lad. I don’t live here, yet.”
            Jarek’s father and Anais gazed at each other and smiled. Love. So much love. Erron’s heart skipped a beat and she looked up at Jarek. What did she feel for him? Something strong, surely. How? They hadn’t known each other long enough for it to make any sense.
            “I’ll get the bed made up for you, lass,” Anais said.
            She nodded and both older people smiled at her.
Hand in hand, the woman and Kirgan slipped out of the living area of the tanning shop.
            Erron was alone with Jarek.
Her heart thundered. “I want to stay with you,” she blurted. Jarek’s smile made her stomach somersault.
“I want that, too. But Anais would tan my hide.”
Pulling her into his arms, Erron sighed against him. Safe. Warm. Cherished?
“It’d be worth it, mind you,” Jarek said, winking and kissing her forehead when she looked up at him.
Erron smiled.
“Let’s head over there, too,” he whispered after pressing a tender kiss to her mouth.
She nodded but her heart was heavy as Jarek lead to her to Anais’s home and shop.
Several hours later, Erron tossed and turned on the unfamiliar pallet. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but sleep had abandoned her.
The unbelievable day marched across her mind over and over. She was away from her father. Free. A handsome young tanner made her toes curl when he kissed her and he wanted to marry her despite her past. Erron grinned in the darkness, her heart flipping.
Noise at the door of the small attic loft made her roll over on the pallet. Her stomach fluttered but she forced a breath. No one was coming to harm her.
Jarek peeked in, a lantern held in front of his face. “Are you sleeping?” he whispered loudly.
“No,” Erron said, sitting up.
He had to duck to slip inside the short door, but he closed it silently, his lantern casting shadows. Jarek hung it on a hook near the door, illuminating the room in a pleasantly dim glow.
“I thought Anais would tan your hide if you stayed with me,” Erron said, but she wasn’t bothered in the least. She was relieved to see him. She wanted nothing more than to be with him.
Jarek grinned pure mischief and her tummy somersaulted, her heart picking up speed as he took a seat on the end of her narrow bed.
“I pretended not to hear her sneak into my father’s room and then waited until they were…busy.”
She laughed and he inched closer. Erron reached for his hand and he entwined their fingers.
“I’m shocked actually. She’s always so proper,” Jarek said, bringing their joined hands to his mouth and pressing a kiss into her knuckles.
“Well, they’re both adults.” Her breathing was rushed as his dark eyes locked onto hers and he came even closer.
“So are we,” he whispered just before he covered her mouth with his, yanking her into his arms.
Her heart pounded as she melted into him, slipping her arms around his neck. Warmth spread over her body and Erron moved her mouth under his, their tongues dueling. Heat pooled between her legs, startling her as she recognized desire.
She wanted Jarek. Wanted to be naked with him as he moved in and out of her. She wanted to give him what her father had always taken.
Erron shuddered, banishing the horrible memories. She was with Jarek. Norden had no place in this room.
He kissed her harder, pulling her even closer, her breasts flattening against his hard chest. She moaned into his mouth and shivered, clinging to him.
Jarek froze, pulling back from their kiss. “Oh, Erron. Blessed Spirit, I’m so sorry. I—”
He’d misinterpreted her body’s tremble.
“It’s all right,” Erron said quickly, leaning up to kiss him again. It was quick and left Jarek staring, his gaze searching her face.
“After what he did to you, I shouldn’t have—”
Erron looked down, heat rushing her face. “I want to be with you,” she whispered. “I want to marry you.”
Jarek titled her face up with gentle hands. “If you never wanted a man to touch you again, I wouldn’t blame you.”
“How can you want me?” The whisper fell from her lips. She swallowed against the sudden lump in her throat.
His brows furrowed. “You know what happened to you isn’t your fault. Don’t you?”
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. It’d never occurred to her before. Did she blame herself for her father’s actions? After all these turns?
“Erron.” Her name was hard and she blinked. He was angry, but not at her. “Don’t tell you me you’re letting that bastard saddle you with guilt. Fathers are not supposed to rape their daughters.”
Erron winced. No one had ever said it out loud before. It hurt. Tears welled and spilled. She swallowed hard again.
            “Please don’t cry.” He thumbed away her tears, kissing her cheeks, forehead and then pressing his lips against hers.
She sniffled and let him pull her back against his chest, one big hand making warm circles as he rubbed her back.
            “What he did to you, it was not your fault. I want to geld the bastard.”
            Erron didn’t answer him. She let herself be enveloped by his warmth. She was safe. Her eyes drifted closed.
Time passed, but was it minutes or hours?
            “Erron?” Jarek’s whisper lifted her head from his shoulder. Their gazes locked. “I know it makes no sense whatsoever, but I have to tell you something.”
            “Hmmm?” she asked, biting back a yawn.
            “I love you.”


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Sunday, June 17, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday: Hot Kiss

So this is from the third book in my fantasy series, "The King's Rider Series" It doesn't have a title yet, but it will be something Call, like the rest of the series. It's hot to trot, hope you like it.

This guy in this teaser is Alasdair, and I have it on good authority (Steph and Kerry) that he is a favorite male. YAY!

            “A real man would come take what he wants.” She played with the top button of her sleeping gown.

             He was on her in less than a second. Elissa shouldn’t have goaded him, but all thought fled as his mouth crushed hers and she was melded against his hard body. He forced her lips apart and she shot her arms around his neck.

            Alasdair invaded her mouth with his tongue, plundering more than exploring and she melted against him, legs weak.

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Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Fate's Call #12

Love how this turned out. Hope y'all do, too.

            Erron was encased in warmth, and it made her sleepy. She swayed, then caught herself. She was on the back of a horse and would topple off if she didn’t sit up. But then his arms tightened around her. Safe. Warm.
            “I’ve got you. Sleep if you want to. We should be back into town in about an hour.” Jarek’s warm breath tickled her ear and a shiver slid down her spine.
            She tried not to stiffen. He was holding her, touching her. It was right and so foreign at the same time. Her heart skipped a beat.
            “I understand if you don’t want to trust me, but I swear I won’t let anything happen to you, Erron.” His voice was low and even. A vow. But why? He knew the truth now.
            “I trust you.” The words tumbled out of her mouth, but they were as true as his promise to her.
            Jarek kissed her cheek and squeezed her in his arms. “Then sleep. I’ve got you.”
Erron trembled, but burrowed into his chest and he held her closer, her head nestled against him. Her eyes slipped closed and heart skipped a beat. This was unreal, but she would hold onto it for as long as she could. Jarek’s steady heartbeat against her ear serenaded her to sleep.
“Erron.” Her name in her ear woke her with a start, but Jarek steadied her.
She jolted in her skin.
Everything rushed back. Jarek’s proposal, the horrible dinner, her father on his back, unconscious.
It was real.
She was free.
Erron straightened and swallowed hard.
“Relax, I’ve got you. We’re almost home.” His even voice grounded her, but home? Where was home for her?
“Jarek, I…” What was she supposed to say? He’d saved her from her father, stolen her away…
“Shhh, it’s all right,”
“We’ll figure it out, Erron. I promise. I don’t want you to worry about anything. You’re safe. And you always will be.”
And you always will be bounced around in her head. What did that mean? Her heart galloped. He doesn’t want you for his wife, don’t be a little fool. Heat crept up her neck, but she shivered.
“Cold?” He squeezed her against him.
“No.” She shook her head for effect.
He paused and she felt his chest heave with a breath. “Are you afraid of me?”
“No.” Erron’s answer was vehement.
Jarek chuckled and she found herself smiling. “Good. I don’t ever want that,” he said, his tone serious.
“I could never be afraid of you,” she whispered.
He kissed the top of her head, her ear and then her cheek. Erron turned her face so she could see some of him, any of him. Jarek’s lips came down on hers hard and fast.
She gasped.
            Why was he kissing her? Surely…
            “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”
            “N-n-no…surprised me.” Her breath exited on a whoosh and she faced the front again.
            The gates of Dalunas Main were coming into view. Her heart sped up, reality hitting her hard. Had Jarek not been holding her close, she would have swayed.
            “He’ll come after me.”
            “I don’t care,” Jarek said, his tone hard. “I’ll petition Lord Rustin, if I have to. You’re not going back.” Erron’s stomach roiled.  Why would the Duke of Dalunas care about her? “Besides, if we marry quickly, there’s not a damn thing he can do to take you away from me.”
            Her heart dropped to her stomach. “Marry…quickly?”
            Jarek didn’t speak for a long moment. “Erron, I want you to be my wife. Have I not made that clear?”
            A lump rose in her throat and her vision blurred despite her efforts to stave off tears. How could he want me?
            “Of course I want you. Nothing could change that.”
            She’d spoken aloud? A blush rushed her cheeks.
It was clear what his emphasis on nothing meant.
A sob threatened, and Erron’s hand flew to her mouth to hold it back. Her breathing was rough, her chest heaving.
            Waving, Jarek greeted the guards at the city gates as they passed through. Her tanner said nothing to her. Tears cascaded down her cheeks and she wiped them away only to have them replaced by more. He held her tight and let her cry. She needed it.
            His arms around her, his chest against her shoulders, his warmth surrounding her was more comfort than his words could be.
            Soon they arrived at the public stables her father always used when they were in town. The owner’s son met them at the entrance and Jarek jumped down.
            Erron’s back was cold without him behind her, but his large hands settled on either side of her waist and he pulled her from the saddle of the chestnut gelding. Her legs shook as her feet hit the dirt but Jarek, once again, steadied her.
She sniffled and swiped at her face.
            He grabbed her bag from the horse and slung it over his shoulder before giving the reins to the stable boy. “I have to settle my bill, then we can head home,” Jarek told her.        
She stood where he’d put her, wringing her hands in her skirt.
            When he returned to her side, Jarek cupped her face and thumbed away tears. He leaned down and took her mouth in a tender kiss that flipped her stomach.
            “No more tears. You’re safe with me, and I’m going to make you mine.”
            Erron didn’t know what to say. It was unreal. How could he want her? She bit her bottom lip.
            “This wasn’t exactly how I’d planned things, but I don’t regret getting you out of there,” Jarek admitted, eyes searching her face, brow furrowed.
            She swallowed hard. “I don’t regret it either,” she whispered.
            He flashed a smile that made her heart miss a beat. “Let’s go. I know my father and Anais are anxious to meet you.”
            Jarek slipped his arm around her shoulders and they quickly fell into step, heading into the busy market center.
            Hope and dread warred in her mind, and she leaned into her tanner as they walked. Her father would come.
            Erron took a deep breath. Right now, Jarek was at her side and that was all that mattered. At the moment.


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