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Tuesday, March 11, 2014

King Riders #Series by C.A. Szarek @caszarek #Fantasy #Romance

10:30 AM Posted by James Noel , , , , 1 comment
The short period of only three days, since they’d been introduced on the road in the dark, did nothing to prevent his lust for her. Even the innocent touch on her arm made him want more.
Pull her to him. Feel her lush curves against his chest. Kiss her. Touch her.
He shifted his boots. Strong restraint kept him from tugging her into his arms right then and kissing the blush off her cheeks. Then he would capture her lips properly—
“I’m fine. Are you?” Ansley’s soft voice pulled him from his desires.
Leargan’s neck burned. “Aye.” He cleared his throat. “You hit my shoulder. Are you sure you’re all right?” He cupped her face, tilting her cheek up so he could examine it.
His gaze slid to her lips and his throat went dry as Ansley’s tongue darted out.
Pink. Wet.
Every fiber in his being wanted to kiss her.
He tore his eyes from her mouth and met hers.
“I…I…I’m fine…really.” She gently pushed his hand away.
“Should we find Lord Dagget?”
“No, no. I’m fine, Sir Tegran, honestly.”
“Leargan.”
“W-w-what?”
“I believe I told you to call me Leargan,” he chided.
Crimson on her cheeks went a deeper shade, and he thanked the Blessed Spirit right then and there for the sunshine coming in the wide corridor windows. He wouldn’t have wanted to miss the expression on her beautiful face.
“Sorry, Sir Te—I mean, Leargan.”
“Are you sure you didn’t bump your head?” he asked.
She looked down, and his stomach roiled. He’d not meant the tease to hurt her feelings.
Leargan guided her face back up. His apology evaporated on his tongue. He sank into teal eyes.
He lowered his head, brushing his lips against the cheek that had slammed into his shoulder instead.
Ansley’s eyes widened but she didn’t move away from him, so he gave in to his desire to kiss her.
He drew her close, jumping when she wrapped her arms tentatively around his waist. He captured her lips, trembling at her softness. The gentle sweep of their mouths previewed how she tasted.
More.
Leargan needed more.
He molded her to him. Full breasts flattened to his hard chest, her firm stomach against his abdominal muscles, her pelvis against his.
His blood sang and his manhood stood at attention, straining against his breeches as desire stole his thoughts. Tracing her lips, he held back a moan when she finally let him in. As she timidly touched her tongue to his, Leargan plunged into her mouth, exploring her sweetness.
Ansley mated her tongue to his and he groaned against her lips. The innocence in her kiss made his heart pound.
Mine.
She was meant for him. She just didn’t know it yet.
Ansley tightened her grip around his waist as if otherwise unable to stay on her feet. Her whole body quivered.
Leargan pulled her even closer, reveling in her softness. His erection twitched. No doubt she could feel it. “Ansley,” he whispered against her mouth. After cupping her face, he placed a gentle kiss to her lips.
She looked dazed, her eyes heavy and cloudy.
Moments passed and she said nothing, so he took her mouth again.
Starting off slow and sweet like before wasn’t enough this time. Leargan kissed her harder.
Ansley rubbed her tongue against his, whimpering. She gave and took as much as he did, sucking, nibbling, tongues dancing and dueling.
Leargan pushed her against the corridor wall, mapping every inch of her tall slender form. His fingertips brushed her bare neck, following the V of her tunic, and he wanted to dip his hand inside, but he cupped her breasts on the outside of the soft fabric instead.
Ansley arched against him, moaning.
His erection pulsed in his breeches while he struggled for control. Need was burning him from the inside out.
She snaked her arms around his neck and buried her hands in his hair.
He lifted her leg, slipping his hand to the underside of her thigh, and nestling his pelvis against hers.
The feel of her leather breeches made him pause. Too bad she wasn’t wearing a skirt. He would’ve been touching her skin then. But it wouldn’t be long. He had to touch her.
She pressed even closer, gasping from the intimate contact.
Leargan groaned and rocked his hips. He reached for her belt. Her hot bare skin was only inches from his fingertips.
“Leargan,” Ansley breathed against his lips.
Her voice snapped him out of the passionate fog.
His name on her lips...Innocent.
What are you doing?
This was Ansley Fraser, not some whore or willing maid. He had her against the wall of a lit corridor in the middle of the day where anyone could have seen them.
Leargan had been about to take her, for Blessed Spirit’s sake.
She was no doubt a virgin.
Disgust shot his desire to hell and his gut roiled.
He never lost control, let alone with a woman. Leargan needed to get away from her before he did something that couldn’t be reversed, something they’d both regret.
Releasing her, he stifled a groan when his gaze raked her face.
Ansley’s eyes were hazy and confused, her lips swollen from their kisses and cheeks flushed. Her red hair was pleasantly mussed, and it took all he was made of not to draw her back into his arms and kiss her again.
His neck tingled from her touch and his whole body throbbed. “I’m sorry,” Leargan panted.
Her brow knitted and she straightened against the wall.
He tore his gaze away.
Coward.
“I need to see to some…duties.”
One boot in front of the other, Leargan forced himself to walk away while he still could.

swords_call
Book one in the Fantasy Romance series, The King's Riders!
For generations, the Ryhans, ruling family of the Province of Greenwald, have been keepers of a sword rumored to possess enough magic to defeat kings. Lord Varthan, a former archduke and betrayer of the king, covets the sword and invades Greenwald.
Lady Ceralda Ryhan, daughter of the murdered duke, gains the sword and flees, trusting only her white wolf, Trikser-magically bonded to her. Cera needs nothing more to aid in her fight.
Jorrin Aldern, half elfin and half human, left his home in the mountains of Aramour to find his human father who disappeared twenty turns before, but finds Cera with Varthan and his shades on her tail instead.
His dual heritage and empathic magic will tempt Cera in ways she never thought she'd desire. But can he convince her trust and love can pave the path to redemption-or will the epic battle end in tragedy, and evil conquer them all?
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lovescall
Leargan Tegran, Captain of Greenwald’s personal guard, is an honorable knight. When his king commands him to wed Senior King’s Rider Ansley Fraser, he intends to follow orders; even as he knows nothing of the girl. Not to mention her blasted wolf bondmate, Ali, who barely lets him near her.
Ansley has been in love with Leargan for turns, but marrying him out of duty doesn’t sit well with her. She’ll fight the match tooth and nail—no matter how much she craves to be in his arms and in his bed.
The sudden appearance of Avril, a mysterious girl on the run, creates suspicions of powerful magic and evil lurking on the horizon. Dangers lead to a fight Leargan’s not prepared for.
With the Province threatened, will duty interfere with Leargan’s orders or entwine him and Ansley regardless of their desires?
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Genre – Fantasy Romance
Rating – R
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