Two And Nine!
Such an exciting time for me and you, me hearties!!! There are two days left before The Rogue's Prize launches toward your horizon and nine days until the winners of my Goodreads Giveaway for Duke by Day, Rogue by Night are announced!!!
How am I passing the time? My rogue took my mother and me out for a late birthday celebration last night, where I enjoyed a strawberry daiquiri and scrumptious chocolate dessert. Yum!!! And I got to go see Man Of Steel with Henry Cavill. Great movie filled with fabulous comic book adventure. Very nastalgic too as Superman has been one of the major players on the comic scene for as long as I can remember. Critics have mixed reviews for Man Of Steel but they tend to forget when Superman was created, post depression era when America needed a hero to assauge its woes. Iconic! Uplifting! Dependable! Trustworthy and moral! That's Superman.
Today, I enjoyed breakfast with my rogue and we checked out some cars as we're thinking of trading in our 2000 model for one with better gas mileage. And of course, what day could go by without writing, eh?
Until The Rogue's Prize comes out, here's a snippet for you to enjoy.
With escape in the forefront of her thoughts, Adele asked, “What are you going to do with me?”
“That is something I’ve been asking myself since the moment I saw you brandishing a sword in your hand.”
There was a gleam in Guffald’s eyes, a faint signature sign she recognized — respect, but also something more powerful — attraction. She’d seen the look on Harrison’s face. Lust! Guffald’s momentary lapse gave her an idea. She drew him in.
“Then don’t hold back,” she said. “Go ahead. Kiss me.”
His lips were mere inches away. His cynical eyes turned stormy as they examined hers. At his nearness, unbidden warmth enveloped her, setting off a maelstrom throughout her body. She could feel herself sinking beneath his blue-eyed stare. Determined, however, not to succumb and to keep her wits, she fought the inclination to close the distance and erected a barrier of anger around her. Focus, girl. Focus on what you really want — no, need. She needed to bring Captain Guffald to heel. Not the other way around. But to do so, she was going to have to tempt the devil, draw him close enough so the tips of his lips caressed hers. Then, just as he gave in to her seduction, she’d dispatch him, proving she was immune to him.
Yes, a good plan.
“Kiss me,” she repeated, her voice a tremulous whisper.
Tenderness softened his eyes. He moved in, touching his lips to hers just as she lifted her knee to do him harm. But instead of being startled, his reflexes were quick. Arrowing daggers at her, he stepped easily aside. Undaunted, she swooped underneath his arm, twisting sideways until she was behind him and whipped the chains in an effort to wrap them around Guffald’s neck. But the captain had already anticipated her attack. He countered her actions, ducking to the side before she could trap him. In an instant, he appeared behind her, pinning both of her arms to her sides.
His voice was cool, impersonal. “The cobra finally shows its fangs.”
Guffald didn’t give her time to react. He pulled her toward one of the hanging lamps where he swiftly attached one of her manacled wrists to a hook, and then pulled her other arm outward until he could latch the iron link to another hook on the bedpost.
Outraged, Adele screamed and rattled her chains. “You can’t be serious.”
“Aye,” he said, “I can.” He grinned and straightened his shoulders before easing a knife out of the waistband of his breeches.
Adele’s eyes widened. She was so furious she could barely speak. “W-What do you intend to do with t-that?” Her entire body grew rigid. Did he intend to rid himself of his current problem — her? Garrick will die if you kill me! she wanted to scream.
Oblivious to the fear and rage mounting inside of her, Guffald’s eyes took on a mischievous twinkle. How could he be so callous? For all that was holy, she was a woman! She kicked and thrust her feet into the air, desperately trying to kick him, wound him, anything to keep him from getting closer. But the more she jerked in an attempt to do him bodily harm, the deeper the iron bands dug into her wrists. As her anger became a burning fury, she yelped in pain until her bravado disintegrated.
When she’d spent her last ounce of strength, Guffald moved in closer and placed the dirk’s tip close to her throat. “You like to play games, don’t you?”
She choked down a lump of fear as he lightly stroked the knife along her jaw. “It depends on the game,” she said.
“I have a rewarding game in mind.” Guffald dragged the knife from her jaw to the tip of the collar of Winters’s uniformed coat. Adele held her breath as a grin overtook the captain’s features and he cut off the top button. Pop. She inhaled a swift breath as the now useless ornament dropped into his waiting hand. He cradled it there for a moment, as if weighing it, and then slowly lifted his gaze to hers. His sardonic smile intoned he wasn’t finished.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
He laughed as if she was dense. “Cutting off buttons, of course.”
Female pirate? Sword fights? Mistaken identities? Rollicking good fun? What's not to love, eh? I do hope you'll give The Rogue's Prize a try and that you'll love these characters as much as I do.
Blessings,
Katherine
How am I passing the time? My rogue took my mother and me out for a late birthday celebration last night, where I enjoyed a strawberry daiquiri and scrumptious chocolate dessert. Yum!!! And I got to go see Man Of Steel with Henry Cavill. Great movie filled with fabulous comic book adventure. Very nastalgic too as Superman has been one of the major players on the comic scene for as long as I can remember. Critics have mixed reviews for Man Of Steel but they tend to forget when Superman was created, post depression era when America needed a hero to assauge its woes. Iconic! Uplifting! Dependable! Trustworthy and moral! That's Superman.
Today, I enjoyed breakfast with my rogue and we checked out some cars as we're thinking of trading in our 2000 model for one with better gas mileage. And of course, what day could go by without writing, eh?
Until The Rogue's Prize comes out, here's a snippet for you to enjoy.
With escape in the forefront of her thoughts, Adele asked, “What are you going to do with me?”
“That is something I’ve been asking myself since the moment I saw you brandishing a sword in your hand.”
There was a gleam in Guffald’s eyes, a faint signature sign she recognized — respect, but also something more powerful — attraction. She’d seen the look on Harrison’s face. Lust! Guffald’s momentary lapse gave her an idea. She drew him in.
“Then don’t hold back,” she said. “Go ahead. Kiss me.”
His lips were mere inches away. His cynical eyes turned stormy as they examined hers. At his nearness, unbidden warmth enveloped her, setting off a maelstrom throughout her body. She could feel herself sinking beneath his blue-eyed stare. Determined, however, not to succumb and to keep her wits, she fought the inclination to close the distance and erected a barrier of anger around her. Focus, girl. Focus on what you really want — no, need. She needed to bring Captain Guffald to heel. Not the other way around. But to do so, she was going to have to tempt the devil, draw him close enough so the tips of his lips caressed hers. Then, just as he gave in to her seduction, she’d dispatch him, proving she was immune to him.
Yes, a good plan.
“Kiss me,” she repeated, her voice a tremulous whisper.
Tenderness softened his eyes. He moved in, touching his lips to hers just as she lifted her knee to do him harm. But instead of being startled, his reflexes were quick. Arrowing daggers at her, he stepped easily aside. Undaunted, she swooped underneath his arm, twisting sideways until she was behind him and whipped the chains in an effort to wrap them around Guffald’s neck. But the captain had already anticipated her attack. He countered her actions, ducking to the side before she could trap him. In an instant, he appeared behind her, pinning both of her arms to her sides.
His voice was cool, impersonal. “The cobra finally shows its fangs.”
Guffald didn’t give her time to react. He pulled her toward one of the hanging lamps where he swiftly attached one of her manacled wrists to a hook, and then pulled her other arm outward until he could latch the iron link to another hook on the bedpost.
Outraged, Adele screamed and rattled her chains. “You can’t be serious.”
“Aye,” he said, “I can.” He grinned and straightened his shoulders before easing a knife out of the waistband of his breeches.
Adele’s eyes widened. She was so furious she could barely speak. “W-What do you intend to do with t-that?” Her entire body grew rigid. Did he intend to rid himself of his current problem — her? Garrick will die if you kill me! she wanted to scream.
Oblivious to the fear and rage mounting inside of her, Guffald’s eyes took on a mischievous twinkle. How could he be so callous? For all that was holy, she was a woman! She kicked and thrust her feet into the air, desperately trying to kick him, wound him, anything to keep him from getting closer. But the more she jerked in an attempt to do him bodily harm, the deeper the iron bands dug into her wrists. As her anger became a burning fury, she yelped in pain until her bravado disintegrated.
When she’d spent her last ounce of strength, Guffald moved in closer and placed the dirk’s tip close to her throat. “You like to play games, don’t you?”
She choked down a lump of fear as he lightly stroked the knife along her jaw. “It depends on the game,” she said.
“I have a rewarding game in mind.” Guffald dragged the knife from her jaw to the tip of the collar of Winters’s uniformed coat. Adele held her breath as a grin overtook the captain’s features and he cut off the top button. Pop. She inhaled a swift breath as the now useless ornament dropped into his waiting hand. He cradled it there for a moment, as if weighing it, and then slowly lifted his gaze to hers. His sardonic smile intoned he wasn’t finished.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
He laughed as if she was dense. “Cutting off buttons, of course.”
Female pirate? Sword fights? Mistaken identities? Rollicking good fun? What's not to love, eh? I do hope you'll give The Rogue's Prize a try and that you'll love these characters as much as I do.
Blessings,
Katherine
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