Romance in the Library
Excerpt from Shackles of Honor by Marcia Lynn McClure
At last he spoke, his voice deep and impassioned in its quiet booming, “You are real then?” he asked.
She knew not how to answer such a question. She was uncertain of his meaning.
Her silence urged him further. “Real? Not some imagined fairy that my tormented mind has concocted to ease the suffering at my loss? A mere vision that will vanish at my touch?”
“By no means,” she stammered in a whisper, suddenly delirious at the thought of his touch, his arms about her, his longed-for kiss. It seemed an eternity since he had spoken to her in such an intimate tone; since his hands had conveyed the promise of a passionate exchange.
His kiss was sudden, hard to nearly uncomfortable, and insistent. There were no soft kisses on her neck, no teasing, tender kisses at the corner of her mouth, no taunting breath on her cheek. Fully ripened passion exploded from him instantly. His hand released her chin at once upon his lips capturing hers, and she sensed his tightly clenched fists against the wall on either side of her again. Breaking the kiss and closing his eyes to frown deeply, he shook his head, again battling with his own resolves.
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I just finished reading Shackles of Honor for like the tenth time (at least), I think it is one of my favorites! Have you ever thought about writing a prequel involving Lamont Devonna, Calvert and Cylia… That would be a fun book to read! I know that we already know the end results and how they all pan out, I just love the background stories that you have already given us in the book. They are some of my favorite to dream about. Thanks for the fun reading, I usually have one or another of your books on my table to just pick up when I am not immersed in a mommyhood moment. Thanks for the break.