Sunday, September 13, 2015

# #8 Sunday # Post

Call of Winter's Duty -Snippet Sunday

~~Warning: Mature themes~~

On Sundays, I share tidbits of my works in progress as part of Weekend Warrior’s 8-Sentence Sunday.  

I know I left some readers (and myself) wondering last week how the hero of Bound to Her Master would perform during the slave games. However, I've had to put that book aside temporarily to focus on a new story, as it is part of a series slated to launch at the end of November. (Can you believe it's just around the corner?)

 The Sons of Herne will be a series of short fantasy tales focused around the eight pagan sabbats and the seductive gods appointed to oversee them. This week's snippet is the opener for my as-yet-untitled Yule story.

The crisp bite of frost in the air was sharp enough to sting even the nostrils of an immortal, but it was the scent of anticipation that Dominus inhaled most as he strode through the woods. He needn’t have bothered approaching this way, on foot through the wild forest. He could simply appear inside her cottage, where it was no doubt warm and welcoming. Still, he preferred to walk the wintry landscape at this time of year, when the crunch of snow beneath his boots and the heady scent of pine sparked a most pleasant ache between his legs. The crackle of ice breaking off a nearby branch was a call to duty, the brush of chilled wind a push toward his destiny. The nipples on his bare chest hardened, but not solely from the cold breeze across his skin. Most humans marked the change in their annual calendars on a different day, but Dominus was well aware that this night, the night of the Winter Solstice, would be when he brought forth a new year. He and the woman he had been carefully preparing for this moment.


So, what do you think?

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16 comments:

  1. Very sensual, love the effect nature is having on him, a real treat to the senses.

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    1. Thank you for the feedback! Definitely the effect I was going for ::fist pump:: ;)

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  2. This is wonderfully descriptive. It gets me right in the mood for, er, Solstice! :-)

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    1. Solstice...yeah. I loves me some yummy, handsome, uh, Solstice. heh heh

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  3. Yum. I think I'm in love. I could feel the cold and his intention as he strode through the woods on the way to his woman.. What a marvelous snippet

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    1. Thank you so much! I may or may not be developing a bit of a character crush on Dominus... ;0

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  4. Enjoyed the excerpt, loved all the wintry descriptive details. Why do I have a feeling things may not go exactly as he's planned, once he reaches that cottage?

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    1. Hmm...methinks you could be right. Maybe there will be a storm coming that won't be outside in those woods!

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  5. This passage makes me think I'm back in Canada, rather than sunny Arizona. I'm sure glad the smell of pine doesn't turn me on, or I would've been constantly priapic in my youth.

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    1. BAHAHAHA! Ah, I laughed so hard at this. Thanks for stopping by. :)

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  6. Great scene, He's so clearly at ease in the snowy woods- makes for a very powerful image. Wonder what the woman he's so carefully prepared will think when he shows up?

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    1. Indeed! What will she do? Is she even expecting him? Hmm...

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  7. Definitely love how nature is affecting Dominus! Great snippet.

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  8. Oh wow, what a visual! Had to read this one first. I missed it last week. Computer issues, ugh!

    Now, on to this week's. :-)

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