'Crossover', the romance novel? You be the judge!

Alright, readers….

I must admit I have never thought of my trilogy as a romance series… I mean really, I'm pretty sure if I'd sent it in to harlequin, they would have rejected it on the account of the sex being too graffic… lol

That's why, when a few people told me they'd never read a fantasy novel but had loved this one because they'd been so enthralled by the relationship between Jasper and Hayden, it occured to me that maybe, just maybe, my books could also fall under the romance label… lol

So, Tanya, since you said I should write a romance novel next, here's an exerpt from 'Crossover'… who knows, maybe you or someone you know would like to read it. :)

Enjoy and stay safe!

:)  Mireille

            The first snow fall came during the night.

            I woke up to find I was alone in bed.  I stretched, put my clothes and boots on.  I found Jasper outside, staring across the clearing.  I quickly bent down and gathered snow into a ball, then threw it at him.  It connected with his shoulder.  He spun around and saw me trying to get another snowball made before he could react. 

            A playful growl escaped his throat.  I screamed and ran.  He laughed as he easily caught up to me and I spun around, throwing my snowball in his direction.  It missed horribly.  I squealed again as he tackled me and fell on top of me in the snow.

            Jasper looked down at me, laughing, his cheeks red.  His blue eyes were bright against the light grey clouds behind him.

            "Thought you would have the upper hand, did you?"  He reached out on either side of me as far as he could and grinned.

            "You wouldn't dare!"  I tried to wiggle out from under him.

            "All is fair in war, my love."  He swooped his arms in and buried me.

            I managed to push him off and stood up laughing, shaking out my tunic to get the snow out of it.

            He sat in the snow, watching me dance around, still laughing.

             I walked up to him and held out my hand.  "Peace?"

            He chuckled as he took it.  "For now."

            I pulled him up.  "Let's go inside.  I'm freezing!"

            Once inside, Jasper put a few more logs on the fire to warm up the house.  We stripped out of our wet clothes and sat in front of the fire place wrapped in a blanket.

            I leaned back against him, enjoying his warmth on my bare skin.

            "Do you miss being on the Queen's guard?" I asked.

            "No," he answered.  "Not at all, actually."

            I looked back at him to make sure he wasn't lying.

            He continued to explain.  "The feeling I have now when I wake up in the morning is a bit like relief.  Knowing that I don't have to kill anyone.  That I don't have to fight Luke and Mel, or that I won't ever have to come face to face with Tyler or Trent and have to hurt them."  He wrapped his arms around me a little tighter.

            "And then there's the fact that I wake up beside you every morning.  Knowing that if I walk out the door you don't have to worry whether or not I'll be coming home that night."

            I shuddered at the thought.

            "Are you still cold?"

            "No.  It was just the thought of not having you."

            He moved the hair away from my neck and kissed me lightly.

            "What were you thinking about so hard before I hit you with the snowball?

            He shifted his body so that I was cradled in his arm and he could look at me.

            "I was thinking how beautiful it looked with the fresh snow.  About how perfect this clearing is for our cabin."  He traced my lips with his fingers, moving them along my jaw and down my neck.  I shivered a completely different kind of shiver.

            His voice was husky as he continued.  "I was thinking about our little house.  How you were inside and that you are mine.  I don't think I will ever get used to the fact that I have to remember to breath when you look in my eyes.  Or how I have to fight the urge to tear your clothes off every time you touch me, no matter how innocently."

            His fingers moved to my collar bone then down my side, to my hip, and back up again.

"I was thinking about how I adore our life together."

            He shifted again so that he could lay me down.  His voice was just a whisper as his lips traced the same path his fingers had.  "I was thinking I wouldn't trade my life for anything."

            I shivered again, a moan escaping my lips.  I ran my fingers through his hair.

            He pulled himself up onto his elbows so he could look into my eyes without crushing me with his weight.

            "I was thinking about how I much I love you.  And about how I plan on spending every day reminding you of that fact."

            My whole body was burning, his fingers and lips sending shocks along my skin.

            He repositioned himself again.  He took his time, leaving not one inch of my body untouched, unkissed.

            I gasped for breath when he finally took me, his heat stretching me, filling me.

            Jasper gazed down at me, his eyes on fire with the feelings he had just explained.

            I pulled him down to me, my lips screaming for his.

            He groaned.  "God, Hayden, I love you."

            I moaned as he settled himself deeper in me.  My body arched itself against his, wanting more.

            He had one hand over my shoulder bearing most of his weight, the other down on my hip so I couldn't move.  He moved slowly, making my body ache for him.  I thought I would explode.  The burning got hotter and hotter.  Just when I thought I could take no more, he stopped.

            My body rebelled and tried to move, to make him move again.  I felt him smile against my neck.  His lips moved down to my collar bone, his lips and tongue moving just as slowly as the rest of him.  He traced a line between my breasts and kissed under each one tenderly. 

            His face stopped on my chest as his hips started their sweet torture anew. The heat started to build up again, feeling ten times hotter than before.  Just when I thought I was going to get some release, Jasper stopped again.  His breathing was heavy, and though we were barely moving, both of us were covered in sweat.

            "Jasper," I gasped.  "Please!"

            His tongue played with the contour of my breast and moved up to find my nipple.  He sucked on it gently.  He moved on to the other one, taking his time.

            He kissed his way back up to my lips and gently parted them with his tongue.

            My fingers laced themselves in his hair.  My tongue found his and the kiss became harder, hungrier.

            He started to move again, never taking his hand off of my hip.  I tried uselessly to move, to take in more of him.

            His rhythm started to speed up, the fires in me raging.  I was sure the pressure was going to kill me.  He caught his breath and let go of my hip.  My body bucked under him and I wrapped my legs around his waist.  The explosion came and raked through my whole body and I bit his shoulder trying to maintain some sort of self control.

            He grunted as he got his release.  I brought my lips back to his and kissed him tenderly. 

            My body gave one last convulsion as he got off of me.  He lay beside me and pulled me to him, his arms wrapped around me, the blanket around us once again.

            I yawned and he laughed.

            "By the way," I said as I started to fall asleep. I rolled over so I could bury my face in his chest.  "I still love you more."