I am so excited! After more than a year, I decided it was time for my first novel, Urdaisunia, to have a cover refresh. I love the picture on the original cover, but I felt like it doesn't do much to convey what the story is about. So I asked Mominur Rahman, who did the Daughter of the Wildings covers, to do a new cover for Urdaisunia, and I love what he came up with! Here's the full wrap-around illustration, without text: And here's the ebook version, with text: The paperback edition is uploaded and awaiting file approval, the ebook version will roll out across the various retailers over the next few days or so. And to celebrate the new cover, here's a sneak peek into Urdaisunia for the Weekend Sneak Peek! After being parted from Rashali under difficult circumstances, Eruz finds her in a Scorpion Nest (group of Urdai rebels) that's about to be raided by the Sazars: “If I can save this Nest, that might make up for the lives I took there. And now that I know you’re part of it—” He pulled her into his arms again. “No matter what else happens,” he said against her hair, “if you’re safe, then that’s something that’s right with the world.” For more Sneak Peeks, visit the Sneak Peek Sunday blog.
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Welcome to this stop on the My Book Boyfriend Blog Hop, sponsored by Harper A. Brooks and TF Walsh. Lots of heroes, hunks, and hot love interests to meet! Get to know Adan Muari, the hero of my dark romantic fantasy novel Sarya's Song, a little - or a lot - better. Also make sure you check out other stops on the Book Boyfriend Blog hop, and don't forget to enter the giveaways! Here on Welcome to My Worlds, you can enter to win a signed paperback copy of Sarya's Song or a Love and Magic ebook 3-pack of Urdaisunia, Chosen of Azara, and Sarya's Song (international entries welcome!), and there's also a Blog Hop grand prize giveaway of a signed HIS HAVEN paperback by Harper A. Brooks, signed CLOAKED IN FUR paperback by T.F. Walsh, and a $20 Amazon gift card! So, let's meet Adan: tall, handsome, rich, talented, and just a little full of himself: Sarya stepped up onto the risers and began passing out the parts. The choir members leafed through the pages she handed them, exclaiming or complaining at what they had been given. Adan knows what he wants: And then the last voice she wanted to hear called out, “Sarya! Sarya dyr-Rusac!” But he can't have it :'( Mistress Asta gave Sarya a disapproving look, then said, “Let’s see your certificate of admission, dear.” If he ever gets the chance, this is what he'd say to Sarya: "...from the day I met you, you were the only one I could see myself spending the rest of my life with. Even though I ruined everything that first day by being so stupid and thoughtless. Even though I knew you hated everything I came from and everything I represented. Even though I was afraid that if I ever said anything, I would destroy what we did have between us. I never gave up hope that one day you might change your mind about me.” And this: And this: “Sarya.” Adan’s beautiful voice was low and husky in her ear. “Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. I’ll only do what you tell me to do.” Will he ever get to hear Sarya say this? She set the lute down, then wrapped her hands around both of his and pressed them to her lips. “It isn’t horrible. You’re my brave, strong, handsome husband, and you are entirely too wonderful in every way, and I’ll always love you.” For more inside info on Adan, you can read an interview with him here. Sarya's Song is available at: Amazon | Barnes & Noble Smashwords | Apple CreateSpace | OmniLit Find more stops on the Book Boyfriend Blog Hop here: The giveaway has ended, and the winners have been contacted by email. Grand Prize giveaway not sponsored by Kyra Halland/Welcome To My Worlds
Welcome to the reveal of the cover art for For the Wildings, Book 6 of Daughter of the Wildings! I'm really excited to show this one off. I love all the cover art for the series, but I think this one just might be my favorite. I tried really hard to end the series on a strong note (I hate it when series fall flat at the end), and I think this art really shows the intensity of the epic final battle that Silas and Lainie face. Many thanks to the awesome Mominur Rahman (me-illuminated) for the amazing cover art! And now, here's the full wrap-around version for the paperback: And the ebook version: And now, a sneak peek from the first chapter of Beneath the Canyons, Book 1 of Daughter of the Wildings (this is not the final version, but pretty close). Silas has come to the town of Bitterbush Springs on the hunt for a rogue mage, and finds himself in the middle of some excitement: Silas reined in his horse in front of the boarding house and looped the reins around the closest hitching post. As he headed inside to inquire about a room, a crash from inside the saloon across the street caught his attention. He turned to see a big-bellied, bushy-bearded man come flying backwards through the swinging doors of the Bootjack Saloon and land on his back in the street. The man leaped to his feet with surprising speed for a fellow his size, then a second man charged out of the saloon and plowed into him, knocking him to the ground again. The two men tussled in a cloud of dust, until the second man pinned the first one face down with a knee in the small of the back. "I ever catch you blasting on my land again, I'll draw an' quarter you an' chop you up for dog feed!" the second man yelled. "You hear me, Gobby?" In a blur of motion, Gobby twisted out from under the other man and dropped him with a blow to the jaw that sounded like an axe thunking into wood. "You threatening me, Dinsin? Cause if you're gonna threaten me, you better be ready to back it up!" "Yeah, he's threatening you," said a man with an extravagant moustache from the covered wooden walkway in front of the Bootjack. His right hand dropped to the holster at his hip and came up holding a six-shooter aimed straight at Gobby. "An' I'll back up his threats for him." The gun was also aimed straight at Silas. Silas stepped back into the shadows of the covered walkway in front of the rooming house and edged out of the line of fire. A handful of men from the saloon next door, the Rusty Widow, came trickling out to see what was going on. Gobby stood up slowly, turning to face the moustached man with the gun. He was now also holding a gun. "Well, Winnard?" he said. "You think you can beat me?" "I can --" A shot fired from right next to Silas. Winnard tumbled back against the wall of the Bootjack and collapsed. More men came pouring out from both saloons, guns drawn. Holding onto his hat, Silas dove aside as gunfire exploded from both sides of the street. And then -- a wild burst of magical power, panicked and uncontrolled, and close by. The rogue mage? That power didn't have the same flavor, the same feel to it as the brief flares of power that had led him to Bitterbush Springs. Silas started to raise his head to look around, then a bullet split a board in the wall of the rooming house not one arm-length above him. Throwing up a protective shield would slow down the bullets enough that they would do little harm, but it would also give away his presence to any other mages who might be around, so Silas pressed himself even flatter against the boards of the sidewalk. He lay flat against the wooden walkway, praying to the Defender that the unwritten law of the Wildings that it was an even worse crime to kill a horse than a man would keep Abenar safe. All at once the gunfire stopped. "What's all this, boys?" a deep, resonant voice called out from nearby. Now Silas raised his head. Three or four men lay sprawled in the dirt of the street, unmoving. The fighters who were still standing had all lowered their guns and were looking at a man standing in front of the Rusty Widow. He was tall, with a hearty build, handsome, pale face, and luxuriant black moustache. He wore a finely-fashioned black suit and black flat-brimmed hat, and had a lace-and-ruffle-bedecked house lady clinging to each arm. Silas got to his knees, made sure his hat was still in place, and stood, brushing dust from his long brown coat. He kept close to the wall, in the shadows of the overhang, curious about this man who had the power to stop a gunfight just by appearing. "Dinsin threatened me, Mr. Carden, sir," Gobby said. "Me an' my friends was just defending ourselves." "Go back inside, my dears," the black-suited man, Carden, said to the house ladies. "No need to worry yourselves." The ladies retreated into the saloon, and Carden stepped down from the wooden walkway into the street. He stood in front of Gobby, shaking his head. "Don't tell me you went into the Bootjack again, Gobby," he said. "You know damn well that's rancher territory. You're stupid enough to keep going in there, you deserve whatever you get." Though the words were harsh, the deep voice was genial. The crispness of a Granadaian accent underlaid his informal Wildings speech. "When are you gonna start paying us for the ore that was taken off our land, Carden?" Winnard, the wounded man in front of the Bootjack, shouted. The right shoulder of his shirt was soaked with blood, but judging by the anger in his voice, he was a long way from dead. "If you have a difference with me, Winnard, I'd be happy to discuss it peacefully," Carden replied in the same friendly manner. "There's no need for anyone to be shooting anyone else." Two men helped Winnard up, and they and several other men who had come from the Bootjack walked over to Carden and started arguing with him. A small man with a silver sword-shaped badge pinned to his shirt came over as well, but he stood back and remained silent. Silas couldn't make out what the men were saying. He looked around, wondering who had been responsible for that explosion of magic. Further down the street, towards the east end of town, in the direction the burst of power had come from, he spotted a boy hunkered down behind a barrel, arms wrapped around his knees. Silas walked over, taking care to avoid attracting the attention of the angry men. When he reached the barrel, he saw that what he had taken for a boy or youth was actually a small, slender young woman wearing men's clothing -- brown canvas pants, a green plaid shirt, boots, and a straw hat with a curved brim like those favored by cowhands. A long braid of light reddish-brown hair trailed down her back from under the hat. She had her face buried against her knees and she was shaking badly. "I think they're done for the day," Silas said. "It's safe to come out now. You okay?" Abruptly, as though startled, she raised her head and looked up at him out of wide hazel eyes, set in a delicate, pale face with a dusting of freckles across her nose. Slowly, she took a deep breath and seemed to relax. "Yeah," she said. "I'm okay. I just hate it when they start shooting like that." When Silas met Lainie... And the rest, as they say, is history :D
Welcome to another weekend sneak peek! In this scene from Sarya's Song, Adan is being punished for attacking Master Uldo over something that Uldo did to Sarya, and Sarya has come to offer moral support: Adan was kneeling in the center aisle before the altar, wearing only a pair of knee-length linen underdrawers, chanting the tropes of repentance in an undertone. Sarya looked at his lean, muscular back. His skin had a natural light bronze tone, and there was a dusting of freckles across the tops of his shoulders. She wondered what his back would feel like under her hands. Then, appalled, she scolded herself. The man was in Penance because of her; she was here to offer support, not to lust after him. She was only having those feelings because she was slightly – just very slightly – drunk and she had never seen his bare back before. Carefully turning her mind to more virtuous thoughts, she examined his back for signs that he had been lashed too hard. In the low light, she couldn’t see any sign of lashing at all. The Hierarch must have been smart enough to not put Master Uldo in charge of Adan’s Penance. That would have been a disaster. She tore her eyes away from Adan’s back. “Idiot,” she said. “You didn’t have to go and get yourself in trouble on my account.” He stopped chanting. “It’s no trouble.” “Why did you do it?” “If you don’t know, there’s no point in me trying to explain it to you.” Sarya's Song is available at:
Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA Barnes & Noble | Apple Smashwords | OmniLit For more sneak peeks, visit the Sneak Peek Sunday blog. Here are Adan and Sarya, from Sarya's Song, to tell us a few things about how they met, what they see in each other, and more about their relationship: 1. How did you meet? Adan: The day she arrived at the Skola in Sucevita, she caught my eye. She was standing all alone in the courtyard and looked like she needed help finding her way around. So I helped her. Sarya: I don't think he was doing it just to be helpful. I think he had an ulterior motive. Adan: *looking innocent* Ulterior motive? Me? 2. What was the first thing you noticed about the other person? Adan: The look on her face, completely lost and scared and completely determined. And her hair, the color of sunshine, and the music I heard when I looked at her. Sarya: He was the most handsome boy I'd ever seen, and I could tell he was rich and popular. I couldn't believe someone like him would take the time to help someone like me. He seemed really nice, then something happened that really wasn't his fault but I blamed him for it anyway. Everything went wrong, then, but I've realized since then that was more my fault than his. 3. Did you know when you met that you would end up together? Sarya: Ha! Him and me? A mining town debt orphan and a rich boy? No way. Adan: Yes. Or, I hoped so. From the moment I first saw her, I knew there would never be anyone else for me. If I couldn't have her, I would be happy to remain a singer in the Service, unmarried, the rest of my life. 4. What do you like best about the other person? Adan: Her beautiful hair - like sunshine. Her beautiful voice, the songs she writes, that loveably hapless yet muleheaded personality of hers, her strength - she pulled herself up from nothing with just the force of her own will and abilities. And, well... but that's private ;) Sarya: His voice, before... things happened. And now, even though it's different. That smug grin of his. The fact that he loved me for so long even though I kept pushing him away. And he really cares about other people - I never would have thought that a rich man would care so much, so genuinely, about people not of his station in life. 5. What is something you enjoy doing together? (Besides the obvious!) Adan: She taught me how to sing again. Sarya: Singing together. And he's just fun to be with. Just talking with him makes me laugh. 6. How has the other person changed you? Sarya: He taught me to be less prejudiced, to see people as they really are instead of by the labels I put on them. He also taught me that by guarding my feelings too tightly, by building those walls of pride around my heart, I might have been protecting myself from getting hurt but I was also preventing myself from having any happiness in life. Adan: I learned that it's worth making some sacrifices, reining in your appetites and giving up your indulgences, to gain the respect of someone you care about. She's also helped me to find real ways to help people who are less fortunate than I am. Caring about them is one thing; actually doing something about it is something else. 7. What are the biggest differences between you? How important are these differences? Sarya: He's the handsome, talented, popular heir of one of the richest families on both continents - Msaka Dolna and Msaka Ras. I'm an orphan from a mining town in the Burnt Hills. Because of those differences, we might as well have lived on completely different worlds. The difference was important to me - I knew I could never have a place in a rich man's life, or, at least, a place that was acceptable to me. I could have settled for being a mistress, but I promised myself many years ago I would never devalue myself like that. I also didn't want anything to do with anyone from the upper classes, the people who destroyed my family and my life when I was a child. It took me a long time to realize that Adan was different, that he was his own person and not anything like the labels I put on him and the preconceived ideas I had about him. Adan: The differences never meant anything to me. And I was willing to wait for her to decide they didn't matter to her, either. 8. What do the two of you have in common? Sarya: Besides music, not very much. Adan: We love each other. Isn't that enough? 9. What are the greatest challenges you have faced in your relationship? Sarya: Mainly my prejudices against him, and my unwillingness to open up my eyes and my heart and see him as he really is. I still regret the years we could have had together, that were wasted because of that. Adan: Then, after she finally accepted me, things... happened, and I was afraid her spirit had been broken and that I'd lost her. We were both badly hurt, and had a lot of healing to do. In the end, though, we were able to use that to grow closer together instead of apart. 10. What does your family think of your partner, and what do you think of your partner's family? Sarya: I lost my family when I was a child, but I think they'd be pleased that I did so well without having to compromise myself :) Adan lost his family, too, but judging by him I think his parents must have been good people. Adan: I never knew Sarya's family; she lost them long before we ever met. What happened to them happens to too many people, and that's why I've decided to try some different ways of managing my properties and business interests, to try to change the way things work. So no more children will lose their families the way Sarya did. As for my family, Sarya might not be what they would have expected for me, but I think they would have trusted my judgment and accepted her. 11. What role does magic play in your relationship? Adan: "Magic" is a superstitious term. But I know what you mean. We met at the Skola, where singers and musical arrangers are trained in the art of using tropes and chants to influence the natural world and human affairs. If it weren't for our talents in those areas, we never would have met in the first place. Sarya: Also, it was Adan's ability to hear my "trope," the natural song associated with me, that bound us together and kept us from being torn apart forever. 12. What are your plans for the future? Sarya: To raise our family. If I'm not able to have more than one or two children, or even if I am, we plan to adopt some children as well. Adan: Like I said before, I'm also exploring new and different ways of managing my properties and interests to eliminate the kinds of unjust practices that have destroyed so many families like Sarya's. I've also founded a couple of orphanages, one in the Burnt Hills to care for children like Sarya was, and one in Sucevita, to care for the orphans left after the recent disasters. 13. "The whole is greater than the sum of the parts" How is this true for the two of you? Adan: Well, we did save the world, so there's that ;D Sarya: I'm a lot less bitter and close-minded than I used to be, and he's found a positive outlet for all his energy and caring and passion. We're both better people for being together, and I think that together we can make the world a better place. Welcome to this weekend's sneak peek! Last week, Sarya had a bad day at the office; this week, the physician, Master Baroda, has decided she's just suffering from overwork and needs to rest, and Adan uses all his manly wiles to try to convince Sarya to spend a few days in the infirmary: “You can’t go on like this. Just a day or two, all right?” “Don’t order me around, Muari.” In answer, he took her face in his hands and kissed her again. It was a good thing Sarya was already sitting down because her legs turned to water at the touch of his mouth on hers. The kiss was warm and insistent, and she felt her lips parting beneath his though she tried to will them not to, and she couldn’t decide if she was mad that he hadn’t asked first or glad that he hadn’t asked because if he had she would have said no – He pulled away, leaving her gasping for breath and stupidly wishing the kiss hadn’t ended. The physician was gazing off to the side, an amused expression on his face. Sarya reminded herself that Adan was an arrogant, overbearing ass and that she didn’t want him kissing her. “That might work on other women, but it won’t work on me, Muari.” He gave her a smug smile. “Good luck, Baroda.” “I will mostly likely need it,” Master Baroda said. For more sneak peeks, visit the Sneak Peek Sunday blog.
Introducing Adan Muari, from Sarya's Song: 1. What is your full name? Is there anything significant about your name? My name is Adan Muari. My name doesn't have any specific meaning, though we are one of the older and more prominent families on Msaka Dolna and Msaka Ras. 2. How old are you? I am 26 years old. 3. Tell us about your family. What do you like and not like about them? I'm the oldest of my parents' eight children; I have four brothers and three sisters. We're very close; much closer than most families of our social station usually are. I believe this is because of how our parents raised us (and are still raising the younger ones). They've been much less indulgent with us than people of our class usually are with their children. I spent my fair share of nights hungry in the toolshed, for playing pranks and being irresponsible. My father also makes us work in the fields on our lands, so we can learn what's involved in producing the goods that give our family its fortune. Even at my age, even though I'm a full working member of the musical Service, I'm still expected to spend the month working our lands when I visit my family every summer. I think it's paid off in more ways than one *flexes muscles* But mostly, because of that, I understand a little better what life is like for those less privileged than me, and I'm also used to the fact that sometimes life can bring discomfort and hardship. When I was younger, this was the thing I liked least about my father - what boy likes being sent out to the toolshed without any supper, and having to work when his friends don't have to do anything but amuse themselves? But now I'm grateful to him for raising me this way, and should I leave the Service and marry, I intend to raise my own children the same way. 4. Who was your first kiss, and what did you think of it? Um. I'm afraid I don't remember. There's been a lot of kisses since then. There's one first kiss that if it ever does happen, I know I'll always remember it. 5. What is your occupation? I am a singer in the musical Service in Sucevita, and the baritone soloist in the Great Choir there. 6. What are your best and worst qualities? My best qualities are my voice, both in aesthetic quality and in its power as a True Voice. I'm friendly and easy to get along with, at least for most people. I'm not afraid of hard work, and I have more compassion for the less fortunate than a lot of people of my station in life. I'm also good-looking, and an excellent swordsman - in *ahem* more ways than one. *grins* I also don't believe in false modesty. My worst qualities? I've often been told by someone whose opinion I respect that I'm an arrogant, overbearing ass who has no morals. So there's that. Members of the Service are encouraged to be celibate, though it isn't strictly required, but I'm just not any good at celibacy. I'm also not much of a scholar, but that doesn't really bother me. 7. What quality do you value most in a romantic partner? She has hair the color of sunshine, a loveably hapless yet stubborn personality, a beautiful voice - though it isn't the type of voice considered suitable for the choirs. She Arranges and composes the most glorious music you've ever heard, and thinks that I'm arrogant, overbearing ass who has no morals. Oh, wait - this was just supposed to be a theoretical question? 8. What is your favorite thing to do? My second favorite thing to do is sing. My favorite - um, see what I said above about not being good at the celibacy thing. I also enjoy swordfighting and other athletics (and no, that's not the same as not-being-celibate). 9. What is your greatest fear? Losing the people I care about - my family, my friends, and Sarya. Not that I have her in the first place, but losing what we do have, and all hope of anything more. 10. What is your most treasured possession? My voice, and my friendship - or whatever you want to call it - with Sarya. Sarya's Song is now available at:
Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Smashwords | OmniLit Coming soon to other retailers and in paperback. Welcome to another sneak peek into Sarya's Song. Here, Sarya hits a rough spot in her search for the mysterious music she's been hearing: Flames burst out of the book and engulfed her. She screamed in terror and in pain at the searing heat, and beat at her face, her hair, her arms, trying to put the fire out. But it blazed even more fiercely, burning, blistering, turning her hair and clothes and skin to ash – “Sarya!” Adan’s voice cut through her screaming and the roar of the flames. A pair of strong arms caught her up and carried her through the wall of fire and upstairs, where he set her down on a bench. He crouched in front of her. “What in the Hells of Torment happened in there?” Once she was free of the flames, Sarya’s screams had died away, but she was still shaking badly. She looked at her hands, her dress, her half-undone braid hanging over her shoulder, expecting to see them burned away. They were completely untouched, with no sign of burning at all. She glanced towards the stairwell; smoke should have been pouring up from the basement, but there was none. “There was a fire –” “No, there wasn’t,” Adan said. “There was. The book – fire came out of the book when I opened it – I could feel it burning me –” Her teeth started chattering in spite of the day’s heat. “There was no fire, Sarya. Everything’s all right.” Sarya's song is available at:
Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA Smashwords | OmniLit For more Sneak Peeks, visit the Sneak Peek Sunday blog. Introducing Sarya dyr-Rusac, the title character from Sarya's Song: 1. What is your full name? Is there anything significant about your name? My name is Sarya dyr-Rusac. That just means I'm the daughter of a man named Rusac; I don't have a proper family name. 2. How old are you? I am 24 years old. 3. Tell us about your family. What do you like and not like about them? My father was a miner in the Burnt Hills, and I had a mother and several older siblings. I lost my family when I was eight years old, when my father fell into debt and they were sold off as debt-slaves. I was too young to be worth paying for as a worker, so I was left to fend for myself. Sometimes I resent my father for falling into debt and letting our family be destroyed that way, but the way things work in the Burnt Hills mining towns, it's almost impossible to avoid. 4. Who was your first kiss, and what did you think of it? I would rather not talk about it. I was far too young, and the man involved was no one I care to remember. 5. What is your occupation? Until recently, I was an Arranger in the musical Service in the city of Sucevita. As an Arranger, I arranged tropes, which are melodies with magical properties, into pleasing musical numbers for rituals such as weddings and coming-of-age ceremonies. Something went terribly wrong with a wedding ritual I Arranged, and I was forced to leave. Now I'm trying to earn my way as a traveling minstrel, but with the bad conditions lately, people everywhere are struggling to get by and there isn't any extra money for traveling musicians. 6. What are your best and worst qualities? I'm a hard worker, and intelligent, and determined. My worst qualities are that I'm stubborn and sometimes I have a hard time looking beyond my prejudices and pre-conceived notions. 7. What quality do you value most in a romantic partner? My options in that area are extremely limited, even if I was interested in finding someone. Which I'm not. But, if it was a possibility, I would like someone who loved music as much as I do and who would respect my independence, and who understood that life is hard for a lot of people and cared about the less-fortunate. ...Well, and I do have to say that I'm partial to auburn hair and baritone voices. For whatever that's worth. 8. What is your favorite thing to do? Anything having to do with music. Singing, playing my lute, Arranging, writing songs. 9. What is your greatest fear? My greatest fear is falling into debt-slavery like happened to my family. I made it out of the Burnt Hills with my freedom, and I would die before I would give it up. 10. What is your most treasured possession? My lute, and my freedom. For this weekend's sneak peek, a look into Sarya's Song. Here, Sarya first sees the chained man: She awoke with a start and found herself – somewhere else. She was still kneeling on a stone floor, but it wasn’t as cold as the floor of the Shrine. The air on her bare arms and feet also felt warmer. Looking around, she realized that she was in a small room about the size of a dormitory room – or a prison cell. The room was dimly lit, and shadows veiled the walls and corners. The cramps in her legs and the sting on her back where the lash had broken her skin seemed very distant. A sense of presence, of someone waiting and watching, brought her to full alertness. She didn’t feel afraid, though. Instead, a desire filled her to know who was there and what they wanted. Her mind and body strained in eager anticipation as she waited… “Sarya dyr-Rusac,” a deep, quiet voice said from a dark corner of the room. Sarya caught her breath at the sound of the voice. It resonated deep within her heart and soul, in places that she had shut away long ago, and stirred feelings that she had tried for years to pretend she didn’t have. She looked in the direction the voice had come from. The shadows in the corner lifted to reveal a man sitting on the floor. He had long black hair, a pale face that was achingly beautiful yet entirely masculine in its lines, and a lean, firmly muscled body. A complex pattern of curving black lines cascaded over his right shoulder and right breast, and Sarya felt a sudden wild urge to trace her fingers along those lines, to feel the skin of his chest beneath her fingertips. The light in his corner brightened a bit to reveal the color of his eyes, deep sapphire blue. He appeared to be tall, but his wrists and ankles were bound with short chains attached to an iron ring on the floor, which prevented him from standing up. He met Sarya’s eyes with a gaze that reached as deeply into her as his voice had. He looked at her as though he saw her standing naked before him, with all her thoughts and secrets and yearnings revealed, and desired her. Sarya's Song, coming April 10, 2014! For release news and information about the special low introductory price, sign up for my email alerts!
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