Here’s a snippet from my current WIP, The Condemned. It’s part of my unedited first draft
At the centre of the river, on one of the largest rocks, sat a tall and slender man, his fair hair trickling down his shoulders like a waterfall. His pale skin was aglow in the faint sunlight, and his deft fingers tapped at a flute he held to his lips, the man bringing forth a most exquisite melody.
Iselyn’s whole body throbbed at his presence, and the fact his frame lacked any clothing didn’t even cross her mind. He was gorgeous in his simplicity. Pure perfection. Spell-binding.
Coming to her feet, Iselyn stepped into the river, yet the coldness no longer concerned her. All she wanted was to reach him, to touch him, to feel his hands on her body.
His gaze beckoned her to join him, undisguised lust burning in his eyes. She could hear him whisper in her mind, caressing her senses, his husky voice conveying his desires.
If she only gave herself to him, he would bring her pleasure beyond imagination, and worship her until the end of days.
The Condemned – a stand-alone Romantic Fantasy novel, perfect for readers who enjoy dark and gritty fantasy tales with romance and explicit steam