How
would he feel if she married him and he got her entangled in his family’s
scandal?- if it ever became common knowledge. Never, he would never do that to
her. So he had to make sure he never kissed her again. Because the feel of her
against him was like nothing he had ever known. And it wasn’t the long
forgotten feeling of a woman pressed against him- it was her. It had always been her. He felt her very
presence down to the depths of his soul and knew that if he ever had the
misfortune to know her intimately he would lose his soul forever.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Monday, August 19, 2013
The Ruined Marquis Daily Lines
Victoria
excused herself as well with the excuse that she needed to find refreshment but
instead made her way slowly out the balcony doors and down the stairs that lead
to the garden.
Her
breathing was irregular and her heart was beating as heavily as though she had
made a mad dash to the gardens, not walked as leisurely as she could not to raise
suspicion. She had never been alone with a man before that was not related to
her. What had possessed her to agree to meeting Archie in the dark, alone?
Saturday, August 17, 2013
The Ruined Marquis Daily Lines
“Whatever
do you mean that you would be giving up more than you gained?” Annabelle asked,
clearly baffled. Annabelle was a vicar’s daughter who had married a Duke. She
had gained a lot when she married Colin, not just emotionally but financially. Victoria
laughed, wondering if Annabelle saw the humor in her question.
“I
mean, legally my husband would own me. I would no longer have control over my
own money or assets and he, to make matters even worse, would have access to my
body.”
Victoria
shuddered dramatically and she heard John mutter under his breath.
“And
you wonder why men keep mistresses.”
It was well known to
both of them that their father spent time with his mistress every week and all
of the off Season. Victoria had told John her opinion on that.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Meet Loretta Laird! Author of 'The Passers.'
Please make welcome fellow Steam eReads Author Loretta Laird, author of the Passers.
Tell me Loretta, What is the biggest thing you have learnt during your
journey to publication?
Patience! It
seems to be the easy bit waiting for a ‘yes’ from publishers now because you only
really expect a ‘no’ from reading the experiences of many other authors so you
press then send button with only a glimmer of optimism. When you get a ‘yes’
that’s when the hard work starts. Publisher’s questions, blurbs, author
profiles, Blogs, Blogs and more Blogs! I spend more time promoting now than I
do writing – or maybe it just feels like it! Then as your release day
approaches, then in my case passes, it can feel like an eternity. Worth it when
that “Happy Release Day’ picture comes popping up from SteameReads though!
I do feel
very blessed that my journey has been quite a whirlwind one. I just got really
lucky when I found SteameReads and submitted The Passers to them. They have
since given me a contract for book 2 and a short Christmas story.
I have also
learned not to check up on Amazon rank each day. It is rather like being the
wicked queen on Snow White – the truth is sometimes disappointing!
The
Passers is a fantasy romance set in the mythical world of Fellnesia. It begins
when an Air princess is rescued by a handsome Passer. The resulting child, of
this union, is a young girl called Jadara. Her destiny is to defeat the evil
Greenflack and reclaim her birthright. She is aided by a group of nomadic
warriors known as the Passers. Their role in Fellnesia is to assist with the
passing of souls at the time of death. This talent was gifted to them by the
ancient freegan, a powerful mix of dragon and phoenix. The freegan are now in
danger and reach out to Jadara to save them from their cruel enslavement. Can
Jadara achieve her quest without falling prey to the evil will of Greenflack or
the roguish charms of a young Passer named, Adamen?
Please share an excerpt of you fantastic new Fantasy book! Thank you
Excerpt: Jadara’s sleep was all too soon disturbed by unpleasant dreams of
the raven-haired Em. He was pacing around her grandmother’s house. In her
slumber, Jadara heard the voice of Drew calling to her for help.
“I will return,” called Jadara. “I will come back for you.”
With a start, Jadara’s eyes flew open. She gasped as she saw the
muscled form of Adamen leaning lazily on the frame of the bed chamber,
regarding her with a satisfied gleam. He seemed larger than usual in the
confined space of the tree dwelling and his manliness was hard to ignore.
“Troubled slumber, Princess?”
“I... I... dreamed about home.”
****
Her frank answer impressed him and her openness touched his heart.
He did not deny that he had enjoyed the few minutes spent watching her.
Concerned by her obvious distress, his instinct had been to scoop her up and
comfort her in his protective arms. Alas, his thoughts then turned to carnal
images of what he would do next. The lure of the bed next to her only
encouraged his vivid fantasy. Adamen observed with amusement the change in
Jadara’s breathing. He had had enough women interested in him to read the signs
of arousal and knew from experience that he could just reach out and pull this
beautiful she-mate into his practised embrace. The thought made him ache for
her in his loins. His duty seemed to pale in significance as their two souls
reached out to find each other.
****
Jadara squirmed under his scrutiny, aware of his smouldering eyes
and taut body. She stood up, eager to avoid the vulnerability she felt looking
up at him from the seat. Now there were two of them in the enclosed space and
their bodies were just inches apart. Jadara allowed herself to imagine how Adamen’s
arms would feel under the soft touch of her fingertips, how she could run her
hands across his muscled chest. Her breathing became heavier as she let her
mind wander to places lower on his body, imagining what she might find there.
Jadara stretched out a tentative hand and heard a low throaty growl
from the warrior before her. Urged on by his passion, she touched the solid
wall of his chest as a responding moan escaped her lips. Adamen lowered his
head and his lips possessed hers. Fire leapt through her body and a heady glow
filled her core. Her mouth responded instinctively to his and she moved her
lips with a furnace of passion inciting her on. Adamen appeared delighted by
her primeval ardour and began to lower his head to trace a trail of burning
kisses down to her breast. His hand grasped her thigh and crushed her wanton
body against the timber wall behind. Jadara dug her nails into his back,
climbing up his solid frame and wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. If
she could have climbed inside him she would gladly have done it. Adamen was not
sure how long his resolve would last as he lifted his head to gaze down into
the amber eyes, flecked with sparks of desire.
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Wednesday, August 14, 2013
The Ruined Marquis daily Lines
“Why
are you sorry Victoria? It is not your fault that your father is a normal man.
No man ever stays faithful to his wife and you have been clever to stay
unmarried for so long.”
Victoria’s
eyebrows shot up. Her mother thought that her not marrying was a good thing? Although
she had never been pushed into marrying any of the men who had offered for her,
she had always felt that she was letting her mother down in some way. Obviously
she had been wrong.
“Colin
is faithful to Annabelle,” Victoria said quietly, dipping her head to avoid her
mother’s eyes.
Her mother made a
very unladylike noise.
Monday, August 12, 2013
The ruined Marquis daily lines
Across
the room Victoria Dunford watched the scene between Archie and the Duke and
Duchess of Lincoln with eyes that should have been a bright sky blue, but
instead were glowing green. Why did Archie never tease her like that? Why did
he never smile with her like he was right now? Because he thinks you’re a spoilt little girl, the cynical voice in
her head reminded her.
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