My seven sentences are from the soon-to-be-released fantasy in the photo below. The original was published by Amber Heat as Tears Of The Dragon and was erotic. Now I've reduced the erotic to sensual, given it a new title and a new cover to self-publish it. Watch for it on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance eBooks, iBooks, Kobo and Smashwords about the end of the first week in June.
THE knight she now knew as Sir Rodick had come to her aid. The thugs had had no idea who he was.
Still, there'd been moments in the fight when she'd feared for his life. The
rogue was cunning and didn't fight with honor. Gradually it became evident
Rodick was stronger and better trained. The tightness in her shoulders had
relaxed.The thug's death sickened her and the sharp scent of his blood lingered with her still, but it was a just death. Had he taken her, she might have been kept chained up forever and suffered a myriad of indignities. Worst of all, she'd not have been free to fulfill her calling, and the world would have been plunged into darkness and despair.
The picture of Rodick, his long, dark hair streaming behind him in the gleaming sunlight, standing in the stirrups as he drew his bow and shot from the running horse, would never leave her. Nor would the sound of his horse's hooves pounding across the grassy field as his battle cry shattered the morning stillness.
Here was a man straight and strong, who honored women and was willing to fight for her when they hadn't even met. Chivalry, she thought. They called it chivalry, didn't they?
An emotion she couldn't put a name to rippled through her chest.
He'd reeked unpleasantly of sweat from the exertion of the fight, but when he kissed her hand, tiny olfins opened their wings and flitted in her chest. And when his lips touched her palm, his mouth warm and caressing against her skin, she might as well have had a hive of bees humming where she sat her saddle. The sensations created wonderful urges foreign to her.
She'd wanted his mouth against hers. Wanted to experience something different from what her kind knew. And most of all, she wanted to know if these sensations she was feeling were what mating would be like. Perhaps she could convince him to teach her. . .
Dee Ann
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