A Cry for Help -Snippet Sunday
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It's Snippet Sunday, a Weekend Writing Warriors' blog hop!
I've been working on Sons of Herne 7, Anduron: God of Mabon, so I thought it was time to share a snippet.
I'm posting a bit from the opening scene. Our hero, Anduron, is on his way to a meeting in the earth realm when his attention is distracted by a startling sound...
A cry snapped Anduron’s head around, and he paused, every muscle stiff, while he listened.
“No, please, let me go!” he heard a woman yell.
His feet began to move, picking up pace, jogging toward the woman who was clearly in trouble.
An alley veered off up ahead, and Anduron stopped in the opening to see a disturbing sight. Two men had captured an old woman, each holding one of her frail arms while a third thug dug through her purse. They stood among fruit and broken eggs that had spilled out of bags of food dropped at her feet.
“Where’s the rest?” he barked, waving a leather wallet at her.
“I spent it on those groceries,” she sobbed.
Interfering was forbidden, technically speaking, but as rage welled up inside Anduron, he knew he had the means to help the crone. A woman called out for assistance, and by all the gods, the keeper of Thanksgiving, he who freed the unjustly imprisoned, would answer.
I've been working on Sons of Herne 7, Anduron: God of Mabon, so I thought it was time to share a snippet.
I'm posting a bit from the opening scene. Our hero, Anduron, is on his way to a meeting in the earth realm when his attention is distracted by a startling sound...
A cry snapped Anduron’s head around, and he paused, every muscle stiff, while he listened.
“No, please, let me go!” he heard a woman yell.
His feet began to move, picking up pace, jogging toward the woman who was clearly in trouble.
An alley veered off up ahead, and Anduron stopped in the opening to see a disturbing sight. Two men had captured an old woman, each holding one of her frail arms while a third thug dug through her purse. They stood among fruit and broken eggs that had spilled out of bags of food dropped at her feet.
“Where’s the rest?” he barked, waving a leather wallet at her.
“I spent it on those groceries,” she sobbed.
Interfering was forbidden, technically speaking, but as rage welled up inside Anduron, he knew he had the means to help the crone. A woman called out for assistance, and by all the gods, the keeper of Thanksgiving, he who freed the unjustly imprisoned, would answer.
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About Anduron: God of Mabon:
About Anduron: God of Mabon:
The Fates have been bringing the sabbat gods to their knees over carnal desires, including Anduron's own twin brother. He will not be so easily swayed, however. The god of Mabon needs only one thing from the Fates: the power to free one who is unjustly imprisoned, an act bestowed upon him once per year in honor of his sabbat. Then he encounters an old woman in need of rescuing, an act that, outside of the ritual of Mabon, is technically forbidden.
Jenna is worried sick when her overdue grandmother shows up with a handsome stranger on her arm and tales of how sexy Anduron saved her from a mugging. Jenna is grateful, quite possibly to the point of swooning, until he disappears right in front of her eyes. He returns to say he is the god of the pagan thanksgiving--and that he wants her for a ritual where she will sleep with him out of gratitude for her grandmother's rescue. The sheer nerve leaves her burning, but those eyes and that hard body leaves her curious. She proposes an alternative: he spends the week wooing her like a mortal man, and if he succeeds, she will grant her consent for the Mabon ritual.
Anduron has little experience with courting a woman, let alone one as infuriating as Jenna. She rejects all his overtures until she finally confesses what she wants most: a freedom raid on an animal testing facility that will cost him more than he bargained for. He will have to risk capture to keep her out of danger. With no guarantee she will agree to his terms, just how many immortal laws will he break by involving himself in the affairs of humans?
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