Legend of the Beesinger
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by Adrianna Dane
Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Fantasy
Description: A curse has been laid on Blakely, and before the next full moon, Gerrick must discover a way to end it or he and all the people of his land will die. Their only hope is for Gerrick to find the fabled honey elixir. He travels to the Isle of the Singer and discovers not only the magic elixir, but the one woman whose song touches his soul ... The Beesinger, Ambrosia de la Courte, a mortal, serves Oriana, the Mistress of the Elixir and an immortal goddess. Her family owes a long-standing debt in payment of past sins to the goddess, and Ambrosia, as the eldest daughter, is committed to a lifetime of service as Beesinger. To allow herself to love the handsome stranger who needs her help and calls to her heart would mean the destruction of her whole family, and Gerrick as well ... When the fates intervene, choices must be made. Will their love survive? Or will the fickleness of the gods destroy them forever?
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2005
eBookwise Release Date: March 2006
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [132 KB]
Reading time: 90-126 min.
"You have enchanted me, Beesinger." His voice was filled with dark desire.
Her lashes fluttered, then her eyes widened. "No. You must not."
"Before this journey is done, I vow you will be in my bed."
"Please, let me go." She struggled against him like a butterfly fluttering ineffectually, seeking escape. As fragile and beautiful as that creature, he knew how to handle such delicacy. He'd wooed many a butterfly in his boyhood days and he'd not forgotten how to hold them without damage.
"One kiss is all I ask. Only one. I won't hurt you."
"Why?" she gasped.
"I want to see if paradise tastes as sweet as I imagine it to be."
"Your words flatter, but I am not so susceptible to such sweet words. I will not lay with you."
He pulled her closer, felt the rapid beat of her heart, his gaze fastened on the intriguing pulse at her neck. He lowered his head. "Have you ever lain with a man, Ambrosia de la Courte? Has any man sipped your sweet nectar, impaled you with his desire?"
He saw the rosy blush of innocence spread along her neck and flood her cheeks. "No man has touched me in such a manner. No one would dare."