EXCERPT FROM JORANDIL: GOD OF BELTANE:
“Your father is in danger,” Decuna said, bobbing in a rapid, agitated fashion. “Costeros will exact his vengeance on the god of the hunt before anything else.”
Jorandil set his jaw. “Then I shall light the flame.”
“Not just you.” The Fates shifted their dark gazes to settle on Cadence. “The two of you must ignite the flame together.”
“How?” Cadence asked.
“Son of Herne, use the power of male and female to bring forth the true light of a Beltane fire,” Nona said.
“With her?” he eyed Cadence. “But she is no longer a virgin.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Thanks to you.”
“After the torch is lit,” they said, ignoring the rest, “then you will use it to part Costeros from his power.”
The Fates vanished without another word, leaving him alone with Cadence.
“I did not mean offense,” he said. “Just that the Beltane ritual is rather specific in the partner that must be chosen.”
She shrugged and drew alongside him as he stood at the pedestal. She gazed down at the cold, unlit torch. Her scent, sweet and earthly, barely grazed him, but combined with her palpable presence so near, his concentration wavered. Images flooded him of their night together, him joining with her, her soft voice responding in pleasure. The kiss he could not help but steal when he had returned to save her. His body heated at the memory, coming to life as it did when the veil was thin.
“I don’t suppose you brought a match,” she said, apparently oblivious to his lust.
“The torch is not lit with flame as a human understands it,” he managed. “It is done by energy.”
“Like magic?”
He nodded, regarding the torch and the Fates’ words. “The power of male and female,” he whispered.
“Well, I don’t know any magic,” she said. “I don’t think I can help.”
He turned to her. “The Fates think you can.” He paused. “And so do I.”
Jorandil pulled her to him until they almost collided. She let out a little gasp, gazing up at him with those eyes, so pure, yet so arousing, and he felt his body respond. He lowered his face to hers and claimed her lips.
The energy spike was immediate and powerful, and he deepened the kiss by opening his mouth to sample the sweet velvet of her tongue. The moan she gave unlocked a primal urge inside him, and he almost crushed their bodies together. He wanted to be closer, touch every inch, elicit every pleasurable response, hear his name shouted on her lips. This was the power the Fates meant, the energy summoned by male and female, a carnal magic that was at its very source the celebration of Beltane itself.
His erection flared with a fury, as though it had been a year instead of mere days since it had last been sated. His cock demanded release, pulsing against Cadence’s heat, throbbing at the press of her pubic bone as she wriggled against him, apparently anxious to know the thrust of his hips once again.
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Titles in the Sons of Herne Series:
Book 1-Dominus: God of Yule (Nov 2015)
Book 2-Eradimus: God of Imbolc (Jan 2016)
Book 3- Tallisun: God of Ostara (Mar 2016)
Book 4- Jorandil: God of Beltane (Apr 2016)
Book 5- Devinmar: God of Litha (May 2016)
Book 6- Feillor: God of Lammas (Jul 2016)
Book 7- Anduron: God of Mabon (Aug 2016)
Book 8- Archipellus: God of Samhain (Sept 2016)
(Note: Books 1-5 were previously published in a limited Amazon release under these alternate titles: Season of Light, Awakening of Brighid, Spirit of Spring, Fire of Beltane, and Magic of Midsummer.)
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J. Rose Allister has penned over twenty-five novels and numerous short stories from her home in Southern California. She is a TV and movie buff, enjoys the bittersweet discord between the pursuit of chocolatey goodness and the benefits of a fresh, organically-influenced diet, and is a firm believer that daydreaming, people watching, coffee and chocolate (preferably combined) are the greatest fuel for the writing imagination. She has more books in her to-be-read pile than she can ever hope to find time to sit and enjoy, but this never stops her from adding more.
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