Zelle and the Tower
Rebekah R. Ganiere
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Blurb: Sweet and naïve Rapunzelle possesses a dangerous and powerful magick. Her entire life has been spent in a mage tower built by her father, to keep her safe. Or so she’s been told.
Flint Gwyn has spent the better part of the last year wandering Fairelle, wanting nothing more than to wash away the pain of letting his family down. Between drinking and womanizing he plummets in to despair, with only Dax the werebear to keep him from getting himself killed.
When Flint and Dax stumble into Zelle’s tower while running from a dragon, she finds herself drawn to him in a way that awakens startling memories she cannot place. And the longer he stays, the closer she comes to losing her heart.
Unable to control his feelings for the lonely maiden who brings him peace for the first time in his life, Flint fights to release her from her prison. But in doing so, he may very well bring down the wrath of an evil that’s plagued Fairelle for a hundred years.
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Excerpt:
“You know that normal is only a fairy tale, right?” he asked.
Zelle inched closer to him. Her willowy form barely reached his shoulder. Her hands were delicate, shoulders slim, her neck long and slender. Every part of her looked like a fragile doll. Except the presence that wafted off of her. The confidence she exuded combated that appearance. Every inch of her exuded sensuality.
Her hand snaked out and splayed against his chest. “You won’t hurt me.”
“No, I won’t.” From the glow of her purple eyes, he knew there was a reason she stayed in her tower. Power was the only word he could think of. Power and magick.
He ran a shaky hand through her long soft tresses and pushed the hair over her shoulder revealing more of her throat. Her perfectly full, peachy lips waited for him, just inches away. His erection stirred at the thought of kissing her again.
She stepped into him, pressing against his body. Her supple breasts smashed into his torso and her hips found purchase between his own. The contact was like a lantern switching on inside him. Every part of him woke up and paid attention.
“Kiss me again.”
He should be chivalrous and do the right thing. Leave the sweet creature be, and not poison her with his anger and pain. But the pounding in his ribcage, and the feelings she aroused in him, were like no other. Never before had he wanted to be with a woman so badly. And never before had one held so much sway over his person.
He wondered for a moment if she had bewitched him, before pressing his lips to hers and tasting her sweet fragrance. He lifted her from the ground, pinning her against the wall with his knees between her thighs. Her soft frame molded into his as she tangled her fingers in his hair. Their tongues swirled together in a soft dance of desire and he fought to keep from ripping her dress from her.
His body responded of its own accord, his need growing with each passing moment. She reached down to the hem of his tunic and lifted it, running her fingers underneath. He’d never let someone touch his scars before. Never even let people see them before besides his family.
The women he’d been with, he’d forced to face the wall till he was done.
The desire to take Zelle down to her plush bed and make love to her flooded him. He slowed his kisses, his brain screaming that this was wrong. He didn’t deserve this. She pushed her hands higher, raising his tunic to his shoulder. She traced a scar with her mouth, kissing his skin.
Flint swallowed a lump in his throat and moaned. Her fingers twined in the dark curls of his chest hair. Moving over to his nipple, she flicked out her tongue and licked around it. He slammed his hands into the wall on either side of her, and pulled away, trying to control himself. She slid down a couple of inches and worked her way across his chest with her mouth and fingers, bringing him torturous pleasure.
He had no doubt she knew what she was doing, but the thought that she had done this before wasn’t something he could comprehend. She’d said he was the first who had ever gotten into her tower before. Had that been a lie? Pulling away from her was the hardest thing he’d ever done.
“What is it?” She looked up at him.
“Nothing.”
“Did I do something to upset you?”
“No. You’re wonderful. I just…” He swallowed hard. This wasn’t good. He’d known her less than a week and already he had feelings for her. Feelings he hadn’t planned on. Feelings he didn’t know what to do about.
