Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Writer Houston A.W.Knight (HAWK) - Black Thunder
Join me tomorrow, February 9th as I sit down with Writer Houston A.W. Knight. Grab a cup of coffee and join us! In the meantime, enjoy an excerpt from her book Black Thunder
This is from Black Thunder:
Regretfully, he noticed the sheerness of the dress did little to warm her erect nipples from the cold or cover her nymph like body, silhouetted by the moonlight as it was. Inwardly he groaned as her hand move provocatively over her thigh to pull at the hem of her lacey chemise. God almighty, how the hell am I ever going to get her to Santa Fe and keep my sanity? He scoffed at the idea of protecting her from outlaws and Indians when she so badly needed protection from him.
“And me?” He moved closer to her, instantly picking up on her sudden nervousness. “How do you feel about me?”
Leann stood there nibbling at her bottom lip, twisting the end of her hair seductively between her slender fingers. Her head lowered in an innocent tilt. The image was enough to drive a sane man crazy with lust, and then she whispered, “Well now, that depends … how do ya’ feel about me?”
Her words were enough to drop him to his knees. Right then and there he should have insisted she return to the campsite but he didn’t. He couldn’t. Her question to his question gave him the answer he sought. He grabbed her hand and guided her further along the embankment, away from camp. When he found a safe area to shelter them from the cool air he stopped to pull her into his arms for an arousing kiss before saying in a throaty voice. “That’s why you came, isn’t it? To find out how I feel about you. To tempt me into showing my desire and my needs for you, but…” he pulled away from her, leery of the lure. “You know this is forbidden between Indians and whites? Is that the draw, the taboo?”