Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
the beach, by a lake, in the mountains or a park—whatever location works best
where you live or vacation. But what to pack? Wine, bread, meat and cheese are
a given, but don’t forget the summer fruit—ripe red strawberries, lush juicy
peaches or crisp apples. There’s nothing like a taste of fruit to sweeten a
damsel in distress, an evil sorcerer…
from a woodsman by a wolf. When the creature licks her wounds, it is suddenly
transformed into a man. A very handsome, very naked man who makes passionate
love to her in a glade.
until he tasted the blood of a royal. Now he must escort the princess on a
hazardous journey back to the castle to stop an ill-fated wedding.
future for Ilona and her werewolf. Or is there? In a world where magic and
passion combine, anything may be possible.
spell, but to no avail. The wolf looked at her, golden eyes gleaming, mouth
open, showing off large, sharp teeth. She closed her eyes and gripped her
throat with both hands. Quaking with terror, she listened as the animal padded
toward her. She felt its hot breath on her cheek.
wolf. Sad eyes stared at her, and her fears receded. Perhaps he’d been tamed.
She reached out with what was left of her powers, but sensed no immediate
danger. “Good wolf,” she stammered.
before licking her knuckles. It moved closer, sniffing her clothing. To her
surprise, the animal hunkered down beside her and laid its head on her leg.
Carefully, she touched it, stroking the soft fur.
creatures. “Thank the gods you showed up when you did. I’d no wish to be
ravished by the likes of him.”
mouth open, tongue lolling.
“Grateful I am for you rescuing me, but ’tis not exactly what a girl
dreams of. Where’s my knight on a white steed? ‘Tis he who is supposed to do
she laughed and pushed it away. “Rude creature.”
her breast. She put both arms around it and hugged it close, dropping a kiss on
its head. “Do not misunderstand, Sir Wolf, but I still wish you were a
knight. A strong, handsome knight like my Werner.”
husband. “I miss him so much, you know. Dagmar says another knight will
come for me, a handsome knight to protect us and make sweet, passionate love to
Laughing, she tried to push him away, but he licked her full on the mouth. She
closed her eyes, stunned when her powers came rushing back, like a flood of
magic coursing around her.
the corner of her eye, she saw the wolf jump up, staring at the basket. Her
vision seemed to blur as the wolf’s face slowly became humanlike, then shifted
back. She must have hit her head harder than she’d thought if she was seeing
things. She closed her eyes and shook her head, but the aching had receded.
crouched in front of her. A handsome, well-built man with shaggy brown hair and
golden brown eyes.
Rolf of Klosterlupe:
down with me today, Sir Rolf. I just have a few questions for you. What can you
tell us about your birthplace?
Velosia. When I was but a small cub, er, lad, my parents dropped me at
Klosterlupe where the monks took me in. Apparently small werewolves are unable
to control their shifts. People without magic have no idea how to deal with a
situation like that. Still, I would like to learn who my people are some day.
the wolf, a chivalric order, where I was trained in the knightly arts.
a great debt, not to mention she is the love of my life.
fear or nightmare?
was most disconcerting!
McLaughlin. Writing sexy stories gives her a license to be naughty, at least
between the pages of her books! She has written several full-length novels plus
numerous short stories and novellas, ranging from historical to futuristic. She
believes that love is unending and universal, and enjoys transporting her
readers into a different world where her characters learn that, in the journey
of life, love is the sweetest reward.