Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for this week's Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.
Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.
My Mid Week Tease is from Not a Dragon's Standard Virgin. Jonarrion Swiftwind is not your average warrior, nor does he have average goals. A warm bed, a willing woman who's NOT a virgin, and a demon-free lifestyle. At the moment, however, he's missing all three.
Jonarrion shook his head, trying
to clear it of memories. He watched the redheaded lass square her shoulders and
nod sharply as the moon sent one last shaft of light to illuminate her. She
became a glorious angel, her beauty a gift from the Goddess for the work he’d
done. The light disappeared, and she vanished into obscurity over the edge of
the hill toward the village of Lochmore Cott.
Ah well, you knew you couldn’t have her. He sighed and resumed
walking again along the road. Perhaps he’d see her while he stayed in the
village, looking his fill from afar. He knew it was all he could do, because
any girl with such beauty and obvious breeding had a family looking out for
her. And they’d never give such a girl to
a dragon. He chuckled ruefully.
Jonarrion wrapped his Dublin
plaid, a special blend of pale turquoise, oxblood, and crimson, with a single
strand of yellow for his family, around his head and shoulders to keep out the
wind. The weight of his bastard sword thumped gently against his back as he
walked. He adjusted the thick leather belt, securing it to his hips so it
wouldn’t rub against his subsiding cockstand.
Seven hundred years old and the bloody thing still has a mind of its
own. He pushed his six-foot-three-inch frame against the wind and hoped the
village boasted a decent inn. He could use a warm bed and a hot meal, not to
mention a bath. His last bed had been the heather for which the Scottish
Highlands were famous, and it had left him smelling like a windswept moor.
If he had luck on his side, he’d
see the Fae-like girl once more. Even if not, she’d certainly feature in his
dreams that night.
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