The Dragon and the Rose by JULIE A. D'ARCY
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The Dragon and the Rose by JULIE A. D'ARCY
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If you enjoy Fantasy Romance which is a little different than the norm, with lots of action, twists and turns, rugged handsome tainted heroes, and heroines who do not mind getting a little blood on their hands. Books that you won't want to put down until they are completely finished, and then you sit there and stare into space wondering what the characters are doing now, you have come to the right place!
originally published as Legacy of the Black Dragon Coming soon to Eternal Press in eBook June 21st. 2008
Excerpt
Garrik jerked forward grasping her shoulders, pushing her to arm's length. “What are you doing?” “Why?” Her breath fanned his face. “I am looking at your chest.” She ran her hands up over his flat stomach to rest where the dragon scales had once flourished. “Mmm. So smooth.” He could feel his control slipping away as the heat of her small buttocks seeped through his leggings. “It is not that I do not like it, but are you sure this is what you want?” Her lips a hot breath on his, and her soft breasts brushing his bare chest was his answer. Whether it was the Elven beverage making Meggahn react strangely, or that this was the real Meggahn, Garrik was beyond caring. Her gown, already hiked up at both sides of her hips was no barrier. She wore no undergarment except for a small piece of silk, fastened on each side. The knot was no hindrance to his deft fingers. He removed the cloth and skimmed his fingers through the soft red-gold curls between her thighs, feeling himself grow hard. A moment later he was cupping her small breasts in his hands. She leaned backward allowing him better access, but for Garrik this was not enough. “I would see all of you,” he breathed, looking into her wide green eyes. She nodded and whisked her silken shift over her head. This time he didn’t stay her, and for several long breaths, he allowed himself the sight and the touch of her rose tipped breasts, then he rolled her beneath him to reclaim her lips in a hard kiss. She matched him, her tongue seeking and finding access to his mouth – moist, firm, demanding. Garrik groaned. He was burning up. He had waited so long to hold this woman against his body. To hold her as a real man – not a man with the instincts of a beast. He set her aside and came from the bed to strip off his leggings. He was worried that Meggahn had not spoken for some time, that she had become uncommonly docile. He wondered if now that their time had come if she was feeling shy. Yet again, she had been anything but shy earlier. He shrugged and pushed the thought from his mind with a promise that he would be gentle. However as his gaze flickered across the room to the looking glass above the dresser, to the shadowy figure in the candlelight, he looked more beast than a man as he hovered, naked, over her, his black hair a tangle, his golden eyes dark and glittering. Panic clawed at his gut and an anguished cry escaped his lips. He turned to leave, but Meggahn's hand snaked out to grasp his wrist and draw him back to the bed. “Come,” she said, her tone soft and persuasive, and he did as she bid, for how could he leave her when she was offering everything he had ever dreamed of in a woman, and more? .............. Want to read more--- Coming soon to Eternal Press This work is not available to copy in any shape or form as whole or partCopyright remains the soul property of the author Julie D'Arcy. Book Page Author Info
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