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Ah, another #8Sunday where you can check out all the snippets from some amazing writers at WeWriWa. I'm finishing up my excerpt from Eyes of the Seer today. This is Marcan's POV. (I still don't know how to use accent marks with the Linux OS.) Enjoy ;) The mere thought of the scent of her hair, the feel of her hands, her bosom innocently pressing against him was enough to banish his exhaustion. He was painfully hard with need for her. Standing, he turned away from the opening

Welcome back for another exciting episode of Weekend Writing Warriors! Check out our amazing authors and snippets from all genres. I write historical romance :) I'm continuing with my excerpt from Eyes of the Seer. The hero's POV - Marcán. “Sit.” He indicated the spot beside him. “Let me see to yer bath, Marcán.” Dumbfounded, he simply stared at her retreating back. It was usually Joan who saw to such things for Marcán. He was shown this deference as a sign of his value to th

It's Sunday so you know what that means. It's #8Sunday where the Weekend Writing Warriors are busy crafting amazing snippets (in only eight lines!) for your enjoyment. Check out the link to find all different genres and heat levels ;) I'm continuing with Eyes of the Seer from the hero's POV. Marcán is amazing in battle but can't seem to get anywhere with the woman he loves - Astrid. She barely notices him. Enjoy ;) Raw desire slammed into him. Desperation. It wasn’t possible

Welcome back for another group of #8Sunday snippets here at Weekend Writing Warriors. I am continuing with my scene from book two in The Derbfine Series, Eyes of the Seer, told in Marcán's POV. Enjoy! Marcán looked on, intrigued by this unexpected turn of events. So much so he felt a second wind, his tiredness leaving. He sipped at his mead, the lass’s eyes on Astrid alone now, her backside to him. A fine arse, but when he glanced at Astrid, he found his gaze returned. His

Welcome back for more exciting excerpts from all genres. Weekend Writing Warriors are hard at work with their latest. I'm continuing my scene from Eyes of the Seer told in the hero's POV. “I am called Merewyn.” Marcán was not surprised that Merewyn’s smile was so fetching. In fact, there was nothing about her he did not care for. This may be a slave he took for himself. “Ye’ve been given to me,” Astrid said. Astrid would own her? Then she would definitely be off limits and hi

It's Sunday so that means Weekend Writing Warriors are hard at work, with excerpts from their latest. Here is mine from Eyes of the Seer in the hero's point of view. Marcán is second in command and has just returned from a fierce battle that he didn't believe he'd survive. Is it worth it to hold on to his hopes to be with Astrid? Or is he just wasting away waiting for something that will never happen? Maybe not. Suddenly, it seemed to matter very little that she was a slave.