As you may or may not be aware, I have a release this month. Woohoo! It's a short called IN DEATH'S SHADOW and it's part of the Spank or Treat 2016 Anthology: Sexy Spanking Shorts with a Royal Blush. Twelve sexy stories for you to sample and mine will come out in 2017 with a full novel.
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Now, how about an excerpt of the tale that's coming in 2017? IN DEATH'S SHADOW
Quinn tried to breathe through his deepening ire, but the woman following behind infuriated him more than anyone he’d ever met, including his Assassin’s Guild brothers. He’d figured once they were beyond the reach of the dryads he’d be able to break the binding spell and kill the princess without repercussion. But all his attempts had been met with excruciating pain. Apparently the spell even reacted to intentions.
So she remained alive and behind him, moving painfully slow through the snow. Surprisingly, she didn’t complain or ask him to rest every ten minutes. She slogged on without comment, her head bent to keep the snowflakes out of her face. He wanted to push her hard into misery just because he could, but even he had to stop to eat at midday.
They’d been traveling into the white nothingness for hours and he had no idea if they closed in on anything resembling shelter. His legs ached from constantly breaking the trail through the deep snow and his breath sawed in his chest from the exertion. Damn, I hate walking in snow. He took them down into the swale of a snow drift out of the wind and stopped.
“We’ll break for a meal then be on our way.”
He hunkered down in the snow, not caring if she followed suit or not. He didn’t want to care about anything she did. It frustrated him that he couldn’t figure out a way to rid himself of her company, but every attempt, even subtle ones, was met with excruciating pain. Anything he attempted to do to her came back on him double.
“Are we still going the right direction?” It galled him to ask, but he didn’t need to be off course anymore than she did.
“Yes, the right direction.” Maia didn’t look up, just worked on eating.
At least she didn’t natter on and on, that was a relief. He preferred silence and the company of his own thoughts. Despite this, he found himself annoyed at her lack of response. He expected her to rail at him for not trusting her and expound on why she should. But she did neither and soon it was time to go again.
“Which direction, Princess?” He readjusted his pack as he prepared to set off.
She raised her face and closed her eyes, standing still for several moments like a snow maiden statue. Her beauty struck him in that moment and he had a flash of what she’d look like smelling flowers he’d gifted her or enjoying a rare sunny moment.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Before he could berate himself more, the princess opened her eyes and pointed just over his right shoulder. “We need to go that way. The energy signal is getting stronger.”
“Good. Hopefully, we’ll find shelter in that direction, too.”
Maia nodded, resettled her pack on her back, and waited for him to lead them on. His annoyance rose again, this time at her expectation, even when he knew she couldn’t break the trail for them. He stuffed his anger down deep and headed out, shuffling through the snow to give her an easier path.
Which makes no sense at all. Except that her fatigue and painful body strain dragged at him. I’m only making it easier so it doesn’t mess with me. Despite the legitimacy of the thoughts, it still seemed inaccurate.
He spent time puzzling over the dichotomy as he trudged along. Despite the meal they’d had, his exhaustion dogged his every step but he pushed it aside to keep going. He lost track of time, the cold and the monotony of slogging through the heavy, wet snow creating a dangerous brain-fog of numbness. When the rocks appeared out of the gathering gloom, he whipped out a blade and a cascade of sparks decorated the snow from his strike.
Rocks. That meant they’d stopped walking the plains at some point. He looked up, trying to figure out where they were. A solid rock monolith rose out of the ground in front of them, but he could see a way around it to the left. Sparse trees dotted the hillside in black shadows obscured by the driving snow. The wind whistled through them, tugging at his hood and swirling the snow.
Storm is getting worse.
But the hillside and monolith gave hope to finding shelter and wood for a fire. Quinn turned and looked for Maia to tell her he’d find a place to hole up to wait out the storm. To his surprise, she wasn’t in sight.
What the fuck? Was she so slow that she couldn’t keep up with his easy pace? Where the hell was she?
“Princess?” The wind swallowed his voice in its increasing howl and no response other than its whistle came to his ears.
The snow fell harder now and if he didn’t go look for Maia, their path would be swallowed up in drifts. Sonuvaprick! He retraced his steps already filling with new snow, his eyes scanning the monochrome world around him.
“Princess!” He shouted the word, hoping she’d hear and respond. She can’t be that far back, can she?
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