"While I am indeed of lowly rank, I am also a young woman who allowed herself to sample life's greatest pleasures in the hands of these titled men. My tales overflow in this journal, penning my journey to becoming a woman of power of the most base, yet stimulating, breed."
Centuries-old legends tell of enchanted forests, said to house otherworldly beings who hold court in the deepest, darkest part of the woods. During the festival of Samhain, when the veil between the realms of reality and wonder grow thin, the Dark Lords are relentless in their carnal quest to dominate a maiden's soul.
Many lifetimes ago, the beautiful May Queen found exquisite seduction, not with her husband, but in the arms of the Green Man—the passionate ruler of all that is warm and light. And thus began the earth’s most torrid love triangle. Now three women of diverse eras are drawn to the mystical site of the Celtic queen’s tragic demise. Their fiery obsession, ignited by Beltane magic, is barely perceived, but erotically felt. With each kiss, their passion would break an ancient curse—and reunite a love most profound.
Ensnared in the war-torn, untamed Dark Ages of Britannia, Sierra understands all too well what it takes to survive: the ability to numb the soul. She has learned this lesson the hard way, watching her mother die at the hands of the king's henchmen, her brother cast out into the cold to perish, and discovering the treacherous, leering king holds a crucial secret about her past.
"Raw and Gritty Erotica/Romance"
They are his inspiration. He is their obsession. Icon, rebel, unabashed romantic… With a single look painter Thomas Rodin conveys the ecstasy of creativity—the pleasures awaiting the woman who can fuel his artistry.
"Well written story with sensuality"
On Solstice Eve long ago, a Druid priestess and Norse warrior succumb to forbidden, erotic desire. Their passion is one that neither death, decree - nor time - can tear asunder. Now three women of later centuries begin their own sensual journeys, awakened by the ancient power of the priestess's words: "Burn bright of winter's desire."
"Cloudy with a chance of average"