Medieval Monday! Continuing the Journey with Lucan
Continuing along with Lucan by the remarkable Bambi Lynn!
Forgot what the story was about? Here’s the blurb –
Neala Comyn, wife of a powerful laird, wants to end the pain and suffering of an abusive marriage. She is a woman without hope, believing God has forsaken her. When she is kidnapped by a rival laird who claims to be a god himself, her faith is further shaken. Could Lucan Munro be the salvation she has prayed for? Or will her sins condemn her to eternal damnation?
Lucan Munro, has the power of a Celtic god. He can conjure his heart’s desire from thin air. But can he save the woman he loves from a demon hell-bent on claiming her soul?
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Continuing from last week –
Lucan would kill him if it was the last thing he did.
“I shall leave ye to imagine the swiving she will get from me as part of her homecoming,” Angus taunted, “while young Cael here soaks the ground with your blood.”
“I will track ye down, Angus, from beyond the grave if needs be. I will slaughter ye in yer sleep. Ye’ll never be safe from me.”
Follow along next week by checking out Barbara Bettis’ blog with excerpt #5 http://barbarabettis.blogspot.com/
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“What do you want from me?”
Perhaps it was ridiculous, Ryen thought. Men never seemed to have a problem with taking what, Here's an excerpt from my novel, The Angel and the Prince - Enemies face off -
“What do you want from me?”
Perhaps it was ridiculous, Ryen thought. Men never seemed to have a problem with taking what, or who, they wanted. Maybe I’m making it more complicated than it should be. He is my prisoner.
She raised a hand to touch his thick mane. Bryce pulled back instantly. Ryen wrapped her fingers tightly in his hair, leaning into his strong chest. “You fear my touch?” she wondered in a soft whisper.
“Loathe is more like it,” he said.
She could feel the lie through his leggings and smiled. “Your body betrays you.”
“Step away from me, witch,” he snarled.
Ryen stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against his. At first they were immovable, but suddenly they parted and the hot passion he was trying to hide was released. His tongue slipped into her mouth, warring with hers.
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