Author: Andrea Parnell
Favorite Autumn Treat: Candy Corn is still a favorite since my earliest childhood trick or treat days.
Featured Book: Wild Glory
Blurb:
Bewitchingly beautiful, daringly free, she’d defy the world to taste his kisses…and feel his love.
Amid the sober grays of her Puritan New England village, Glory Warren shines with a dazzling beauty that enchants the men who see her…and starts whispers that she consorts with the power of darkness.
The most lustful glances come from the Reverend Josiah Bellingham, whose smiling face hides a devious heart. He proposes to take Glory as his wife…but she burns only for the kisses of handsome and rugged Quade Wylde, an outlaw trapper and woodsman.
Can the spell of their love overcome the web of lies and accusations by jealous and spiteful enemies? Or will the charge of witchcraft send Glory Warren to the gallows to pay the ultimate price for her passions?
Excerpt:
“You do not learn a lesson easily, Glory Warren.”
“Unhand me!” she shouted and sent a kick flying at the broad and muscled chest. The blow missed and the following swing of her fist at the ominous dripping face resulted in both her arms being held fast. Shortly she was snatched from the rock and found herself waist deep in the water, face-to-face with her captor.
“Easy, girl!” Quade laughed and jerked her close against him and with such an impact that the ribbon fastenings of her chemise gave way, exposing the soft mounds of her breasts. Quade groaned, regretting the need to handle her roughly, but it was the only way to protect himself from a furious flurry of kicks, one of which he feared might do lasting damage if properly aimed. “You need not cripple a friend,” he shouted, pinning her arms behind her so that she was held tightly pressed against his chest.
Glory writhed against him like a caught eel, not giving up the fight until at last she heard the sound of his voice through the fog of her fear.
“Quade!” she cried. “Quade Wylde! ’Tis you!”
“Aye,” he said, letting her hands loose. “’Tis me or what’s left now that you’ve pelted me with bruises from head to toe.”
“Quade!” Glory flung her freed arms around his neck, tormenting him much more with her sudden embrace than she had with her ferocious kicks. “You nearly scared me to an early grave.” She sobbed and clung so tightly he felt every curve and hollow of her woman’s body mold against him. “I thought you a savage,” she whispered perilously close to his ear. “It was as before. You springing from the water the way the Narraganset did.”
Quade gave a ragged sigh as he felt a jolt in his loins. “Was a foolish plan,” he said hoarsely as she tormented him further by laying her weight fully upon him. A tremor he could not contain shook through the muscle and sinew of his large frame. “I should have called from the bank and made myself known.”
“Aye,” she said, twisting her bare legs on his as she struggled for sound footing on the river bottom. “Would have saved us both a bit of wear.”
For all the time she burrowed against him he held his arms stiffly at his sides, his hands clenched tightly against his tense thighs. When he should have pushed her away, he could not bring himself to end the sweet torment of having her arms twined about him. His plight was great. Should he join the embrace he feared he would not stop with a brotherly hug and kiss, and he dared not go beyond that mild show of affection.
Had it been only her arms about him he might have endured the storm, but the nearly bared breasts heaving against his shirtless chest, the warm fanning of her breath at his ear, and the silken feel of her cheek resting on his bare shoulder were more than he was equal to. Before he knew his motive his arms crossed her back, a palm resting lightly on the curve of each hip, and lifted her tighter against his aroused manhood.
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Author Bio:
Andrea Parnell likes to write about women who step outside the boundaries of their time and the men who make it all worthwhile with the depth of their love. Romance and adventure are key for her. She is the author of twelve books including historical, western and contemporary romance. Andrea squeezes writing time in between her duties as Chief of Staff to two cats.
Links:
Website: http://www.AndreaParnell.com
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