“You will see your new home in the light of day, for tonight, I intend to keep your attention firmly on myself.” T’los lifted her hand to his lips, and she felt his smile in the darkness.
He led her into her new home, down a hall and into a room strewn with flower petals and softly lit with glow balls strategically placed around the room, giving off soft illumination.
She stood perfectly still as he removed her crown and set it aside. Next went her decorative band and after that, one gossamer layer at a time was whisked over her head.
Jill trembled as his own formal wear hit the floor, and when he took her in his arms, she realized that when you were horizontal, height was less of a factor.
Learning that she had indeed been missing something her entire life was less bittersweet, instead it filled her with anticipation for the future.
Curled against him, she smiled in the darkness and let the excitement of the day drain away to be replaced with thoughts of a life with her new husband. Stok wasn’t the world she had grown up on, but she was more than willing to learn as she went. They were offering her a future, a way to educate herself and a place to do it. That she had also gotten a husband in the bargain was merely a bonus.
Running away from her own wedding had been the best decision she had ever made. Who could have guessed that she would drop right into the arms of another man, but this one wanted her for who she was, not just what she could do. Her body had given his people a cure for the current and next generation, but he still wanted her after her contribution was complete.
Who wouldn’t fall in love with a man who had seen them at their worst and still came back for more?
As Jill nodded off, she smiled. She was going to keep coming back as many times as he would let her. He was her giant, and life on Stok was sweeter for his presence.
So begins a series of little fairy tales that will keep me going through travelling and globe-trotting this year. Twelve books are in this series, and they are all PG13 versions of different tales torn from international fairy tales and fables.
Join me when a mermaid wants to be more than just an assistant to the mayor and ends up as a femme fatale in an international disaster under the sea.
Watch as two swan sisters with two different fathers, born on the same day, meet each other for the first time and set off on a path that will lead each of them into love with men of opposite colours.
Many more tales are waiting to be told…I have to complete them all before Tales of the Citadel can return. (Yes, these books are broccoli.)
Viola Grace
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.