EXCERPT included below
~ SALE ~
Three hot guys...
Epic dragons...
Freedom and lives at risk...
And one badass girl who must save them all!
Read the entire Chronicles of the Four, Reverse Harem fantasy series as one awesome boxed set! Over two hundred thousand words of slow burn, reverse harem, swords and sorcery goodness.
Epic dragons...
Freedom and lives at risk...
And one badass girl who must save them all!
Read the entire Chronicles of the Four, Reverse Harem fantasy series as one awesome boxed set! Over two hundred thousand words of slow burn, reverse harem, swords and sorcery goodness.
Check prices before you buy.
Amazon US Amazon UK
~ ~ ~ EXCERPT ~ ~ ~
Vehel spoke up. “I owe you an apology, Dela.”
“No, you don’t.”
He nodded but wouldn’t meet her eye. “Yes, I do. Warsgra and Orergon asked me to use my magic to try to bring you around when you were paralyzed, but I refused. I could have done something to help, but instead I was too frightened of what might happen to even try.”
She reached out and placed a hand on his arm. He was so intense, so serious. His light blue eyes looked silver in the moonlight, and the tips of his white-blond hair were still stained red with mud.
“Vehel, you climbed into a fly’s burrow to save me. You’ve got nothing to apologize for.”
“I could have done more …” His teeth caught his lower lip, and he glanced away.
She reached out and touched his chin, drawing his face back to hers. “Stop it. You did more than enough.”
“No, I—”
She quieted his protest by leaning in and placing her lips to his. The kiss surprised him into silence. Her fingers remained against his skin, and she leaned in closer. He responded, his lips parting, and their tongues touching.
Dela hadn’t been planning this; it had just happened. She didn’t want Vehel to think she liked him any more than she liked any of the others. Up until this point, she hadn’t really thought of any of them that way, had she? Okay, she might have admired Warsgra’s muscles, of Orergon’s dark eyes and protective nature, but not romantically. They were all different races. This wasn’t how it was supposed to work.
She broke the kiss and turned her face away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”
“No, don’t be sorry.”
She glanced around to see where the others were. Warsgra was spearing food onto a stick, and Orergon was seeing to the ponies, making sure they were all secured, with fresh water and plenty of grass underfoot for them to eat. She didn’t know why the thought of either of them seeing her kiss Vehel bothered her. Was it because they were different races, or was it that she didn’t want either of them to assume she’d chosen Vehel over them? It wasn’t as though she would ever want to turn Vehel away. She just didn’t want to have to turn any of them down.
“No, you don’t.”
He nodded but wouldn’t meet her eye. “Yes, I do. Warsgra and Orergon asked me to use my magic to try to bring you around when you were paralyzed, but I refused. I could have done something to help, but instead I was too frightened of what might happen to even try.”
She reached out and placed a hand on his arm. He was so intense, so serious. His light blue eyes looked silver in the moonlight, and the tips of his white-blond hair were still stained red with mud.
“Vehel, you climbed into a fly’s burrow to save me. You’ve got nothing to apologize for.”
“I could have done more …” His teeth caught his lower lip, and he glanced away.
She reached out and touched his chin, drawing his face back to hers. “Stop it. You did more than enough.”
“No, I—”
She quieted his protest by leaning in and placing her lips to his. The kiss surprised him into silence. Her fingers remained against his skin, and she leaned in closer. He responded, his lips parting, and their tongues touching.
Dela hadn’t been planning this; it had just happened. She didn’t want Vehel to think she liked him any more than she liked any of the others. Up until this point, she hadn’t really thought of any of them that way, had she? Okay, she might have admired Warsgra’s muscles, of Orergon’s dark eyes and protective nature, but not romantically. They were all different races. This wasn’t how it was supposed to work.
She broke the kiss and turned her face away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”
“No, don’t be sorry.”
She glanced around to see where the others were. Warsgra was spearing food onto a stick, and Orergon was seeing to the ponies, making sure they were all secured, with fresh water and plenty of grass underfoot for them to eat. She didn’t know why the thought of either of them seeing her kiss Vehel bothered her. Was it because they were different races, or was it that she didn’t want either of them to assume she’d chosen Vehel over them? It wasn’t as though she would ever want to turn Vehel away. She just didn’t want to have to turn any of them down.