Affinity Entwined

Vivienne Cates

Description

Taran is a strong, confident swordswoman who had the misfortune of capturing the interest of the wicked Lord Baqus. She has wanted nothing more than to escape his evil black tower, but now that she is free and on the run she has nowhere to go except the sprawling and ancient Volfost Marsh. With Lord Baqus's team of Houndsmen and a pack of rabid scale-beasts at her heels, Taran finds herself lost deep in the tangled darkness of the swamp. It isn't until the Houndsmen have her cornered that help comes from an unlikely source - a source that could become her greatest ally. This action-fantasy story features a fast-paced narrative and some many-limbed erotica.

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 07 août 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781785389412
• Langue: English

Extrait

AFFINITY ENTWINED
Vivienne Cates





First published in 2018 by
House of Erotica Books
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
Digital edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
© Copyright 2018 Vivienne Cates
The right of Vivienne Cates to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.



Affinity Entwined
Taran slid down the embankment, deep-green moss liquifying under her weight and staining the back of her shift dress. She splashed into the dark water, her face going under for a couple of seconds, and for those two heartbeats all was black and tasted of fetid earth and felt weirdly calm. She resurfaced and hauled herself up, dripping wet and shivering despite the humidity. Men’s shouts rang out behind her--distant, but closing in. She retched up a throatful of muddy water and spat it out.
The black tower hulked like a great angry beast, its wrought spires piercing the bulbous grey clouds above as if trying to rend a hole in the fabric of the sky.
Taran turned her back on it. Ahead of her, Volfost Marsh spread its verdant arms for countless miles, a great labyrinth of twisted vines, ancient tree roots, and carpets of emerald moss.
“Here, girly-girly!”
That particular jeer belonged to Wryl, Lord Baqus’s second-in-command and lieutenant of The Houndsmen. Taran wrinkled her nose and spat on the ground again.