So far just the working title of The Witch of Luna Hill #3. The story takes place six years after The Witch’s Storm.
Here’s a short and totally unedited, non-proofread and a little bit sexy excerpt:
A knock on the door followed by a voice calling for Lyder made him pull back. Freya whimpered with frustration.
“Seriously?” She sighed. She sat up on her elbows.
Lyder was on his knees between her legs listening. “I think it’s Kord,” he said.
“He can wait,” Freya purred as she pulled her legs up under her and got to her knees.
Lyder shot her an amused smile. “You are insatiable, woman,” he grinned as she leaned up against him and trailed her lips from one nipple towards his neck to just under his right ear.
“I’m jealous,” she said. “Kord gets to see you more than I do. It’s not fair.”
“Lyder, I know you’re in there. Your horse is out here,” Kord shouted as he banged a fist against the door.
“No, go away, Kord,” Freya moaned.
Lyder pulled her head into his hands, his palms on either side of her cheeks. He shot her a crooked smile and stared into her eyes for a few long moments with such intensity that Freya was about to burst with happiness.
“I’ll come back tonight,” he promised her. “But if Kord came all the way up here to fetch me, then something must be up.”
Freya gasped. “Maybe it’s Merian?” She got out of bed so quickly she nearly bumped into the chair holding her robe. She wrapped it around her shoulders and tied the rope around her waist. “Come on, get dressed,” she urged Lyder as she made her way into the living room area of the old mill she’d moved into last summer.
“So my sister can get you out of bed,” Lyder mused from the bedroom as Freya ripped open the door and stared into Kord’s grey eyes.
By the sight of her tussled up bedroom hair and the robe, he cleared his throat. “Um, good morning, Freya.” He couldn’t control that mischievous smile though. “Do you by any chance have my friend in there somewhere?”
“You know I do,” she said impatiently.
“Is everything alright with Merian?”
“Yes, I mean, what? Why wouldn’t it be? Oh, you think that is why I’m here? No, no, she’s fine.”
“And the baby too?”
“Yes, it’s kicking joyously.” He grinned widely and his entire face was beaming.
“That’s good,” Freya said, feeling relieved and slightly cheated somehow. “So why are you taking Lyder away from me?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, but it’s a matter of, you know, national security.”
“National security?” Lyder grumbled questioningly as he appeared behind Freya still buttoning his shirt under the uniform jacket.
Freya shot him a smile and bit her lip as he ran a hand through the black curls before leaning down to pick up his boots that had been tossed aside by the door last night.
Coyly, Kord looked down on his own boots. Again he cleared his throat. “A messenger from Niola arrived last night. The King has requested you for an audience.”
Both Freya and Lyder stared at Kord who shook his head. “Look, I don’t know what it’s about. I’m just following orders and right now they are to get you to the King.”
“I’d better hurry then.” Lyder gave Freya a quick kiss, but she didn’t kiss him back. He knew her thoughts of the King, and she hated that he was so blindly loyal to him. “Freya,” he sighed.
“What?” She shrugged, trying hard to hide her sulking mood. “Go on. Maybe I’ll go visit Merian today.”
“She would love that,” Kord interjected, cutting into the sudden tension. “Maybe you can talk her into staying with her mother while I’m away?”
Lyder arched his eyebrows. “Do you even know my sister?” he said sarcastically.
“I know,” Kord sighed, “but I just don’t want her to be alone while I’m in Crescent Cove. What if something were to happen with the baby?” He turned around when Lyder stepped outside and headed for his horse.
“They’ll end up murdering each other,” Lyder said, shaking his head, laughing at his friend.
“Freya, please, will you talk to her?” Kord pleaded once they were both settled on their horses.
Freya nodded. She was leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. “I’ll see what I can do,” she promised. Then she gazed up at Lyder who was eyeing her cautiously. She shot him a smile to let him know everything was fine. But the slight pull by the side of his mouth revealed that he didn’t believe her. He knew her too well.
“I’m sorry I can’t be by tonight, but I’ll see you as soon as I get back from the cove,” he said as he turned his horse around. Kord had already steered his horse far down the small hill on which the old mill rested.
“I love you. Do you love me?”
“Yes, I love you,” Freya nodded, smiling genuinely this time.