*looks triumphantly around*
Twenty-One Arrow Salute, book #2.5 in my Order Series releases in two days on Monday 11th June!
And to think that a couple of months ago I was certain the story would never get to this point, LOL. But here we are.
My Royal Archers are ready to come out and play with you if you care to give them a chance.
Just remember we're talking about hot, long-haired Elven soldiers.
What's not to like? *laughs*
The story is now up on pre-order on Amazon and Amazon UK.
It will also be enrolled in Kindle Unlimited.
My today's snippet comes from that story (shocker).
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An archer’s heart is a hard target to hit…
Luckily, the Queen's Guards are excellent shots!
Verhan Tŭrryés of Black Mountain is a handful.
Freshly enlisted in the Highland Regiment, he does all he can to steer clear of responsibility and commitment. Just not his cup of mead, that. Loose of tongue and even looser of morals, he rarely misses an opportunity to get into trouble—and into the other archers’ knickers, too.
In a unit composed almost entirely of Dark Elves, Hernan Seinnés, with his green eyes and auburn hair, is an outsider. When Verhan, up the creek again, is blackmailed into helping Hernan, he never expects to fall for him. But during the long hours spent training Hernan for the Honour Guard, feelings strike the Highlander right in the heart—and with the force of an arrow.
Unversed in relationships, Verhan finally plucks up enough courage to tell Hernan how he feels, only to drive the Asirhwӱnian away instead. If Verhan can swallow his pride, he might get one last chance to show Hernan what he means to him—and maybe this time he can hit the mark.
He turned a lovely shade of pink and a weird urge to kiss his embarrassment away consumed me. His translucent skin—that flawless, reactive complexion typical of a redhead—coloured easily. I wondered if by some miracle our circulatory systems had fused together. That would explain why each time a blush saturated his high cheekbones, my crotch pulsated with a surge of blood in response, initiating a conflict between my cock and the seam of my trousers.
Thanks for reading. Enjoy your weekend!
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A Dark Elf archer. A half-breed assassin. Soldiers. Soulmates. Lovers.