Lost in the Dawn, the first book in the Erythleh Chronicles by Catherine Johnson, is FREE for a limited period!
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Grab Lost in the Dawn for free until 15th June 2015. I’m hoping that the second book in the Erythleh Chronicles, Searching the Darkness, will be ready to publish on 4th July 2015.
The Erythleh Chronicles is a series of fantasy romance novels. To whet your appetite, here’s a little teaser….
Jorrell moved his hand from her waist and wrapped it around the wrist of the hand that was holding the knife. The knife that she had forgotten she was still holding clattered to the floor, unheeded by either of them. He ran his thumb over the collection of white marks that were the remnants of the price of Seddrill’s protection and friendship. “That you had to do such a thing,” he murmured. “I am in awe of your strength.”
Serwren didn’t think she was so very strong. Mostly she felt like a collection of shattered pieces that had been badly moulded back together, but her words of disagreement died as Jorrell tilted her chin to turn her face to his.
She steadied herself with her hands on his hips, she could find no other support, as his lips descended to hers. She need an anchor, a tether to this reality. The kiss was tentative at first, until she began to respond. When her body, acting on long-denied instincts, arched against the solid wall of Jorrell’s chest, he deepened the kiss with a groan.
It had been years since she had last been kissed so, not since the times that Jorrell would clamber up the vine to gain entry into her old room. Now it had the taste of that familiarity, but it was as new as if she’d never been kissed that way before. He was rougher, less hesitant with her than he had once been. They were adults now, no longer beholden to the whims of their parents. They were masters of their own destiny, as much as circumstance would ever allow. They were free to be together, and the years had taught them both lessons.
When Jorrell pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, his breath coming in shallow pants, Serwren was surprised to find that tears were rolling silently down her cheeks.
“We should stop,” Jorrell breathed.
She could hear the last thread of his control woven into the words. She could feel his desire for her, in the faint tremble of his muscles as much as in the steel shaft that was currently trapped inside his trews but pressing urgently into her stomach. That evidence of his lust both terrified her and drew the interest of her own body unconsciously forward, like a moth to a flame.
“No.” Serwren shook her head just a little, not enough to break the contact. “I want this. I want you.”