Thursday, April 1, 2010
No lips had ever touched hers before; no sensual feelings had ever brushed her flesh. It was a delicious sensation, one that caused every pulse in her body to throb. His lips were warm and gentle, they slightly parted; she capitulated and moved her lips beneath his, which were insistent, probing, motivating her senses rather than her mind. A victim to these wondrous sensations, Kate allowed her arms to go around him, seeking the bare flesh below his hair line at the base of his neck. How hard it felt, strong, muscular, throbbing beneath her fingertips. He felt good. He smelt of the great out doors, of horses and grass. There was something wonderful about that scent. She was not certain what it was - a manly scent perhaps...
That is a little "taster" from Dangerous Enchantment. For those of you who have dipped into the book, or looked at the blurb, you will know it is set just before the Battle of Bosworth Field takes place. Well exciting things have been afoot in that direction. It seems where we all thought Bosworth Field was is wrong. Artefacts and fresh evidence have found another location - within the vicinity for sure - but not where I, and countless other admirers of King Richard the Third, have stood and wondered...
Does it matter? Of course facts are important but when I go to that area I feel overcome by his presence, it really doesn't matter where I stand. Besides no where does it for me quite like Middleham Castle, known as the "Windsor of the North" in Wenslydale Yorkshire. This was the place that Richard loved, and no wonder. Although a ruin the castle has a glorious atmosphere and its setting, in that most lovely of Dales, is perfect.
Still it is interesting because who knows what will be turned up as they further look at this discovered battlefield. I will wait and see.
Until then - enjoy the fiction, the facts can come later!
at 5:39 AM