The final book in my Archers of Avalon series, AVOW.
I'm INCREDIBLY excited to share this book with you guys!!! So read up! (And be prepared for some shirtless Archers.)
Speaking of which...want a little teaser? ;)
Tristan had pulled apart all but the top tie, so the only thing holding the corset to Scarlet's body was the single lace below her shoulder blades. He paused, not sure what to do with his hands now that his task had ended. But his fingers seemed content trailing up the naked skin of her back.
He needed to leave and keep Scarlet safe. Now.
A tendril of her hair escaped the mass swept over her shoulder and swung against her back. He deftly twisted it in his hand and wrapped it to the side with every intention of releasing it. But with the back of her neck exposed beneath the lock in his hand he couldn’t seem to let go.
He absently leaned forward, his mouth just inches from the delicate spot where her neck met her shoulder, and exhaled against her skin.
A shiver ran through her as she leaned back until her body was up against his. Fighting between the desire to keep her safe and the desire to hold onto her forever, Tristan stood frozen.
Then slowly, carefully, he pressed his lips to the very spot he’d breathed upon and reveled in the soft gasp that escaped Scarlet’s mouth.
She tilted her head to the side, granting him access to her throat and shoulder, and he trailed whisper-soft kisses along the skin she shared with him.
Releasing the lock of hair from his fingers, Tristan slid his hands over her bare shoulders, lightly traced his fingers down her arms, and settled his hands against her hips, barely holding her as he barely kissed her.
She shifted against him, her corset lifting away from her body so his hands were now on the warm, bare skin of her waist. He paused for a moment, his mouth right beside her ear as he tried to talk some sense into himself.
He brushed his lips against the sensitive spot above her jaw, felt Scarlet tremble with the touch, and all sense was lost.
There was something he wasn’t supposed to do, but he couldn’t remember what it was. Something about this was dangerous, yet his mind failed to acknowledge anything aside from the feel of Scarlet in his arms.