Today is release day for my first steampunk fairytale, CRIMSON MEMORIES! Yey!
To celebrate, here’s a steamy excerpt for your reading pleasure.
Enjoy!
“Wait, Petra! Don’t go!” I dashed through the gathering of tall evergreens, slapping branches out of my way.
Her mass of wild hair swayed from left to right as she raced through the forest. She ran fast, so fast it was difficult to catch up. Soon, I lost the visual of her. She had disappeared.
“Petra!” I continued to move forward, hoping and praying she would come back to me. “Petra!”
“Yes, Argon?” purred a woman’s voice from the shadows.
I stumbled to a halt and glanced around my foreign surroundings.
She sauntered from behind a large oak, no longer a young lass, but a striking woman with bodacious curves that could shake the world. An impish smile curved her plush lips. Everything about her appearance was hypnotizing.
I couldn’t look away, even if I wanted to.
She was stunningly beautiful. Her slightly flattened nose, high cheekbones, and kissable lips were works of art. And her body… She swayed when she walked. Voluptuous breasts protruded from her chest in glorious splendor. Haloed at the tips were perfectly round areolas and hardened nipples. The chain she’d worn as a girl still resided around her waist, sparkling like diamonds against her swarthy skin and clinging lovingly to her wide hips. A triangular patch of dark curly hair covered her mons. She approached me with the lethal grace of a predator.
Panting helplessly, I reached out for her.
She skipped backwards and began to circle me, sashaying on her toes. She moved so fluidly, I thought she would twirl into a ballet at any moment. “Are you hunting me, Argon Quinn?” Her voice was a breath of silk, brushing over me like a soothing wind.
“I am,” I admitted with no shame. “You captivate me.” Like her, I had changed. My timbre had deepened greatly, my body had stretched. I was now a man, suffering the primal longing for the elusive siren before me. “Are you going to continue to make me chase you?”
“I think I will.” She ended her roundabout, tilted her head playfully, and then darted behind another tree.
Husky laughter shook my chest as I went in pursuit. “Such a teasing temptress.” I rounded the evergreen, and she wasn’t there.
She appeared from behind the adjacent tree. “You like to be teased and I like it when you chase me. It makes me feel wanted.”
I dared a few steps forward. “And want you, I do. Would you like to know what I plan to do once I get my hands on you?”
The question sent a visual shudder down her form. Her lips parted, eyes widened.
Taking one lengthy step, I lunged for her.
Determined to keep the space between us, she leapt backwards. “I would encourage you to enlighten me, but I’d rather you save it.” Leaving her girlish laughter echoing across the forest, she vanished behind another tree, only to reappear behind me. “You can surprise me…” Her breathy whisper feathered the shell of my ear. “That is, if you have the will to catch me.”
Crimson Memories is now available at your favorite ebook vendor!
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