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Sunday, February 13, 2011
Hearts and Valentine Day go together like Cupid and his arrow. Last year, All Romance Ebooks released a novella for each day during the month of February – 28 Days of Heart. Each included a forward written by Charlain Harris. All proceeds for each sale go to The American Heart Association. Mine was a Celtic/Paranormal/Erotica/Romance, Timeless Voyage.
Love isn’t bound by the limits of time…
Off the mist shrouded coast of Ireland, a pagan lady-pirate, Anwen, captures the enemy, a Roman, Titus Rufius Kaeso. The Celtic warrior woman presses her hard iron dagger against Kaeso's throat, but her arm does not obey the will to slay him. From time out of mind, memories of fated lovers, druids, and sacrifice, stay her hand. Kaeso is also captivated by dreams of the woman he loved in a previous life, the mirror image of Anwen. But in this lifetime they are foes, Roman and Celt. Can Anwen and Kaeso steer their timeless voyage to a happy destiny or will they be robbed of love once more?
All proceeds benefit The American Heart Association. It is still for sale at All Romance Ebooks.
Here’s an excerpt from Timeless Voyage:
He set the brass horn down on the table with a clank and wondered why a druidess from Ynys Mon would protect him. Yet when he gazed into her green eyes he felt as if he knew her. He trusted her with his very life. A gentle warmth flowed though him. He felt close to her, as if she’d always been by his side. As if she knew him better than anyone. “M’lady, you spared my life. How shall I reward such valiant service?”
“I ask no reward of you.”
He stepped closer. “My ship?” His gaze fell onto the ripe pink plums that were her lips. “My cargo?” He watched, breathless, as they parted slightly. “Ah, lady I shall offer you my kiss.” He licked his lips.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Kaeso took her face in his hands and leaned forward until their lips met. The sensation of licking flames overcame him. He pressed his lips harder against the hot, wet flesh of hers. Smothering her mouth and suckling its sweetness, he parted her lips with his and thrust his tongue into her mouth. The savage music of her mews boiled his blood. His erection swelled at the warmth of her kiss and the fulfillment it gave him. These were the lips he remembered, the taste, the softness of them. The warm, full lips he had searched for ever since he began turning his head to take a second glance at maidens walking down the streets of Rome. He tore his mouth away from Anwen’s swollen lips but he still felt on fire. His heart pounded, mind swirling with thoughts. How could it be? I’ve kissed those lips before, I know I have. But I haven’t.
His blood soared and his mind stirred with a vivid daydream, of flames, a blazing bonfire dancing before him. It seemed so real. He stood nude with woad symbols adorning his muscular arms. And she was there, standing at his side. How can it be? She wore three daisies in her flame red hair, which fell loose and unbraided. A chain of the spring flowers, with white petals and bright yellow centers, dangled from her slender neck, down to her jutting, pink-tipped breasts. Her gleaming eyes, full of hunger, gazed at him. She stood nude before him. A woad symbol of the sun was painted on her shoulder. Moans and panting sounded from all the Beltane partners making love before the fire. But he had eyes only for her.
Happy Valentine Day,
Posted by Cornelia at 12:37 PM