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The Following excerpt from THE HUNTRESS is for readers 18 and over.
Excerpt from The Huntress by Kate Hill
(f/f erotic werewolf)
Coming soon from Changeling Press.Blurb:
Magda, the powerful new werewolf queen, can handle just about anything, except witnessing the abuse suffered by her lover. Cassia has spent her life using her magical massages as well as her body to serve the greedy warlock who has enslaved her. Returning from a solitary hunt, Magda meets her lover at the inn where she works, and after another night of passion is determined not to leave alone. This time she will do whatever it takes to free Cassia from Stephan, even if it means risking their lives.
Excerpt:
She opened the door, stepped inside and strode to the bar, where Stephan stood. Tall and skinny, though with a slight pot belly, thin reddish hair and fish-like blue eyes, he smiled, exposing uneven, discolored teeth. Apparently the full house made him quite happy. Magda longed to slap that greedy grin off his ugly face.
Seeing her, he curled his lip. "What do you want, Magda? Or should I say who do you want?"
"Where's Cassia? I need her healing skills."
He snorted. "Sure you do."
"No bull, Stephan." Magda took several golden elfin coins from her pocket and tossed them on the counter. "Where is she?"
Reaching out with his tapered fingers, he collected the coins and shouted, "Cassia! You've got a customer!"
"I told you I'm taking a break," Cassia bellowed and strode through the nearby door leading to the kitchen. Her long black hair was tied back and she wore a flowing skirt and an off the shoulder black top that exposed a good deal of her cleavage. Though slim, she still had curves, full breasts and rounded hips. Magda couldn't wait to grasp those hips and cover those breasts with kisses. She longed to suck Cassia's pretty pink nipples, feel them stiffen beneath her probing tongue.
By the flush of Cassia's cheeks and the spray of perspiration across her forehead, nose and upper lip, she'd been very busy all night. Probably waiting on most of the tables in between fucking any beast who paid for her.
Magda's gut tightened. Hadn't she just paid for her as well? She longed for the day Cassia would come to her without the farce of Magda "paying" for it.
Upon seeing Magda, the nasty scowl faded from Cassia's face and she smiled.
"Looks like you've changed your mind about a break," Stephan sneered, then turned to Magda. "She's all yours."
"Yes, she is," Magda said, staring into his eyes with such ferocity he turned away.
"Magda," Cassia called, her gaze darting from the innkeeper to the werewolf. Was that concern in her eyes? And if it was, who was it for? Magda hoped it was for her. "Come upstairs with me."
With a final glare at Stephan, Magda joined Cassia and they wove their way through the crowd toward the stairs at the back of the room.
Cassia led the way up the rickety wooden steps lit only by a dim lantern at the stop of the staircase.
"With all the money Stephan takes in, you'd think he'd use some of it to fix this place up," Magda muttered. "It's 2008 and I bet this place hasn't been touched in the whole two centuries he's been here."
Smiling, Cassia glanced over her shoulder. "I didn't think werewolves cared about the décor."
"Ah, but I wasn't always a werewolf."
"I know. You were one of Artemis' huntresses." Cassia paused at the top of the stairs and turned to Magda who stood two steps beneath her. She reached out and caressed Magda's cheek.