Excerpt from Taming the Rose
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Madness, I thought wildly, I could not possibly have overlooked all these things!
I did not ponder this long, for the blonde drew closer. A hand he set upon the tree trunk over my head, and he inclined toward me, very close.
“Do you forgive me, Roselyn?”
I started to turn away and run when he caught my arm. His grasp was tender and demanding at once. How warm his skin was through the heavy sleeve of my blouse! My skin tingled, and it was then I noticed the scent of the young man. Like no fragrance I’d ever encountered, yet something I knew then that I’d longed to inhale. The heavy, virile bouquet made my mouth water. And I heard his voice join with the fiddle’s melody, resonating throughout the field like the unspoken toll imparted to the air just before a rain.
Give me a kiss, Rose Red, Rose Red. Give me a kiss before you wed!
Grant me your maidenhood beneath pear and yew
and to this grove and the sacred wood I’ll lead you to dwell
when life mortal you are ready to shed.
True love beckons you beyond my power,
but just this day let your kiss quell
the passion burning beneath my immortal shell!
Mortified, I stared up at him. But his eyes were kind as he lifted my hand and pressed his lips to it. A whispery, teasing touch this; and it sent a torrid wave up my entire arm. He only smiled now, and a few hairline merry wrinkles formed at the corners of his eyes. As if the sun itself was gazing into my eyes was his voiceless regard. Some deeply buried part of me welcomed the warmth of those penetrating iris depths. For a moment I forgot who I was; there was nothing in the world to me at that moment except the music that strummed the sun-gilded air and the perfume of the blossoms in the trees . . . and of course, his handsome face. I was overcome with the desire for him to gather me into a savage embrace, and kiss me—truly, earnestly kiss me.
The next moment a tender laugh pealed from his throat. With a graceful movement of his hand he unclasped the broach and swept the cape from his shoulders. The breeze caught the end, and for an instant it billowed like a banner before us. The next, the young man had it blanketed across the grass. He kneeled upon the cape and bowed his head toward me.
“Grant me more, milady,” he said.
Excerpted from Taming the Rose ©2017 by Anya Howard
Genre/contents: Erotic Romance, Ménage à trois, discipline
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