July 5’th: Christmas in July! Blog Event (Participating Bloggers listed to the right)
Welcome! As always, a huge thank you to those of you that swung by yesterday and left such great comments. Today’s excerpt is from the third novel in my Scottish trilogy, Sylvan’s Mist. As we speak the cover for this book is being created by the extremely talented Tamra Westberry! The book itself will be available in 2009. (Perhaps sooner.)
Okay, it’s that time again. And the winner is…Zulmara!!!! Please contact me at Skypurington@live.com to collect your prize.
To win a chance at today’s prize, a $5 Gift Certificate to The Wild Rose Press, simply tell me what weather element William controls. Please check back tomorrow to find out who won. All winners must contact me at Skypurington@live.com. Don’t forget to swing by the other participating bloggers for a chance to win five more prizes!
Energy rushed past Coira as William’s arms pulled her close. Then there was simply the feel of cool mist, soothing and thorough. More welcoming than she was willing to admit.
“Don’t worry, lass. I’ve got you.” His whisper caressed her ear and she nuzzled closer.
“Where are we?”
His hand cupped the back of her neck. “In between.”
“Aye. Within Ferchar’s fire is my mist. And mist doesn’t have to move fast.” His voice turned husky. “And my mist does not burn off with heat.”
She couldn’t stop the words if she tried. “Perhaps you’ve not come across a strong enough heat.”
His laughter was low and tempting. “Mayhap you’re right.”
Unafraid, she lifted her head, eager to see his mist, his magic. Instead she saw his face, so close, eager. William’s eyes shone silver, the beautiful planes of his face stark. “I’ve a need to kiss you again, Coira.”
She had no answer for that and didn’t turn away when his lips met hers. They weren’t gentle. Had she wanted them to be? Lord no. Passion uncoiled within and she yearned for an unnamed savagery. His kiss deepened. Foreign, thrilling energy seized her limbs, ripped her mind from her body and bled all reason from her soul.
His arms encircled her waist and he lifted her. He moaned when she wrapped her legs around him. She could no longer tell if they swirled or if the mist encasing them did. Coira didn’t care. She wanted more.
So much more.
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