Heat level: 4, Scarlet Rose
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Release date: November 9, 2012
of Princess Aryanna. Never quite as pretty or as smart, always
lacking, a mere empath whose power gets her into trouble more
often than not. But at Carnalval, the festival of all things sexual,
she unleashes her sensual side for a night in the arms of a
masked stranger. When morning dawns, Lark can't resist a peek
beneath the mask of her lover and is once again crushed by fate.
The man of her lusty adventure is none other than the future
Lord of the High Elves and destined to marry her sister. As heir
to the kingdom of Landis and current instructor of wizardry at the
Academy of Magical Arts, Sarco Sunwalker is honor bound to rise
above the temptation of the beautiful empathic student who
strikes, and thunder rolls, Sarco finds himself more than tempted
by the storm of Lark's passion and vows to find a solution that
will prevent a war between races, fulfill an infamous quest, and
win Lark's hand.
standing before him. Wonderful.
“Did you say something?” the woman whispered.
He shook his head. “Nothing, I just can’t believe my luck. You
really are real and here with me.”
She smiled, but her smile didn’t extend to her eyes.
Before another heartbeat passed or another breath taken, he
stood at her side. With tenderness, he gazed into her gentle,
masked face and took both of her hands in his. He was humbled
as her fingers trembled even more than his own did. “We don’t
have to do this if you’d rather not.”
She smiled wider, and her eyes gleamed with mischief. “I
suppose we might as well. After all, we’re already here, and
you’re at least halfway undressed.”
Sliding his hands up her arms and around her shoulders to her
back, Sarco felt for and found the clasps holding her gown
together. With the flick of a wrist, they gave way, and with a
swish, the silky fabric fell to her hips exposing lush, rose-tipped
breasts. Just the right size to hold in both hands, to fondle, to
caress, to taste.
“Hmm, it seems you’re halfway undressed yourself.”
the far northern state of Alaska where the summer days are long
and the winter nights even longer.
and their six delightful grandchildren in her life. Not to mention a
very bossy African Grey parrot named Gabriel. Oh, and Gnomes!
Many, many Gnomes.