My post today is a snippet from my new book A Perfect Match to be released by Taliesin Publishing in July. I hope you enjoy it. I will share the art work with you as soon as I can.
Varon had seated himself much too close after he drew the drapes. Heat from his thigh radiated to raise tingles on her skin, and she edged away. Her flesh prickled, all her senses thrummed, alive to the threat of his touch. Despite Raisa’s treatments to relax her enough to get her through the immoral wedding ceremony, she couldn’t still the shudders. A fresh race of them flashed over her limbs. Embarrassment crept through her for he must have felt her hand trembling during the ceremony. Her mind remained a sorrowful wallow, and she, a thing apart from this reality. Did Raisa’s herbs make any difference?
The litter swayed as the slave team lifted it, and her stomach rolled with the swinging caused by the first of the bearer’s steps.
If she should vomit now the humiliation would be unbearable. She swallowed hard past the lump lodged in her throat and fought off nausea. Great god Lamara, help me.
All the knowledge gained in meditation during the chill nights of her initiation helped her find a modicum of calm and eased her rapid breaths.
Through the fog of the veil, she studied his handsome features. A superb example of an Astan male, with rich green eyes and a wealth of dark ringlet curls hanging thick to his shoulders. No scowl marred his face like the one in the link image Raisa found for her. His magnificent wedding robes swathed him from neck to foot, in the same manner as the horrible borrowed ones she wore. She guessed he would be well made beneath the embroidered fabric. His expression remained unreadable though, and she sucked in her lip while she fought back the words she longed to scream. How could my life have descended to this?
“Would it distress you if I moved the veil so I can see you again?”
She closed her eyes. “No, I’ll not be distressed.” Guilt for such a huge lie demanded immediate attention. But she couldn’t do penance for her false words now. The gods held second place to her husband and she must offer atonement later.
Her heart thundered as he reached toward her. Under normal circumstances, no male would dare to ask to look at her, nor would she have ever been in such close proximity for any reason. She stifled a prayer for forgiveness. Will the great god Lamara understand the shattering of my link to the Temple? The traditional farewell ceremony of an adept would be impossible for her to perform today, and yet no one seemed to care her immortal spirit stood in peril. Might I be forever damned for the breaking of my vows?