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The Crown's Blade
by Jay Di Meo
Category: Erotica/Romance
Description: Elinor needs a weapon--one that will make enemies bleed and set her people free. But when she meets the handsome Indigo, a different type of sword catches her interest. Third time's the charm when it comes to freeing the mysterious elf from their enemies, but there's more to his release than meets the eye. Elinor has only minutes to bring Indigo to his knees before the Shadows capture and kill them. But when she has to choose between her heart, her quest, and her life, can the Crown's Blade save all three?
eBook Publisher: Whispers Publishing, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: August 2010
 
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [22 KB]
Words: 3283
Reading time: 9-13 min.
Elinor's breath caught. He was magnificent; muscles taut in his legs, arms and chest, skin smooth and pale. It made her tingle and tighten low in her body.
She realized she kept her spear aimed on him, and, with an effort, lowered it toward the ground. He looked dangerous and feral. As she stepped closer, he glanced up, raising slanted eyes of the deepest blue. His pale hair slid back like a curtain, revealing the black tips of sharply pointed ears. He snarled, baring his teeth.
Oh gods. A Tithere elf. Not a common sight. These elves belonged to the outer races of the dark woods, and were renowned for battling the magical apparitions spewing out of mountain caverns that led to the center of the earth. Taciturn and mysterious, Tithere elves rarely ventured outside their territories.
The elf regarded her with a wary look in his eyes. Why is he tied up like this?
Another step closer, and her body tightened even more in appreciation of the broad shoulders, the narrow waist, the perfection of that face, the sharp cheekbones, and lush lips.
"So, it is time." The deep rumble of his voice flowed over her overheated skin like wine.
"Time?" She now stood so close she could see the dark pupils of his eyes, the fine grain of his skin, the pulse leaping in his throat. The need to suck on it, lick his chest, bring their bodies together, started a pleasurable ache inside her. "What's your name?"
"Indigo." His hands clenched, and the muscles in his chest and shoulders bunched. "I would ask of you to make it quick."
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