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Celtic Historical romance/fantasy
Celtic Historical romance/fantasy
Celtic Historical romance/fantasy
Celtic Historical romance/fantasy
Cover art of Nemu by Ruth Bochte
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Celtic Historical romance/fantasy
Cover design by SkyeWolf
Cover design by SkyeWolf
Cover design by SkyeWolf
New Print Release!
Celtic Historical romance/fantasy
New Print Release!
My Dark Goddess Trilogy
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| Short Stories by Kelley Heckart |
| Winter Kisses, an anthology of sweet, Christmas-themed stores. My story is titled A Winter Solstice Kiss. |
Blurb for A Winter Solstice Kiss:
When Brianna decides to attend the Winter solstice masquerade ball, she
never thought she would end up kissing a handsome knight beneath the
mistletoe, but they part without exchanging names and phone numbers. How
will they find each other again?
Excerpt from A Winter Solstice Kiss:
Shane lay on the weight bench in his basement workout room, his thoughts
turning to last night’s events. He wanted to kick himself for leaving the
celebration right after the Yule ritual, but the friend who drove him to the party
had to leave. The last image he had of the woman he knew only as Gwenhwyfar
remained in his thoughts. She looked so happy dancing around the fire with her
friends. He should have approached her, but he decided not to disturb her.
Not to mention the wedding ring she wore caught him off guard. Yet another
reason he'd decided not to approach her again.
But she haunted his thoughts.
There had to be an explanation for the wedding ring. If she were married, she'd
attended the party without her husband. But she didn't strike him as the type of
woman who would accept another man's advances if she were already in a
committed relationship. Maybe she was separated? I should have asked her.
He kept thinking of the kiss they'd shared under the mistletoe. The mindless
exercise of bench-pressing always made his mind wander. With a grunt, he did
a few extra reps with heavy weights, pushed through the last one, then set the
bar back in its resting spot with a loud clang.
He lay on the bench daydreaming about how beautiful she looked when he first
saw her standing by herself next to the banquet table. She looked like
Gwenhwyfar—who just so happened to be the woman of his dreams. Her long
brown hair spilled down her shoulders in an enticing splash, framing a delicate
face and the creamy tops of her breasts—those full, heaving breasts. The
thought made him shudder with arousal.
His first thought was that she was too beautiful to be by herself. She looked
somewhat sad, watching the others dance. Her pensiveness made her more
intriguing to him and he had to know the lady behind the mask. She'd spurned
his invitation to dance, but he refused to give up. Even the gentle sound of her
voice pleased him and he remained determined to learn more about her.
She tried to elude him again inside the house. Her elusive behavior only made
him more determined. Women always flocked around him. This was the first
time a woman turned down his advances and it intrigued him further.
He'd almost run out of ideas when the mistletoe caught his eye, drawing his
gaze with its strange, almost magical light.
She'd stood right beneath it, giving him the perfect opportunity to make his
move.
He would never forget that kiss, the sweet taste of her lips. At first she'd held
herself stiffly, but she'd finally relented, surrendering to him. Her soft lips
caressed his mouth with yearning. He'd never experienced such passion in a
kiss.
Of course, some wanker had to interrupt them and ruin the moment. Then, like
an idiot, he allowed her to slip away.
But what about the wedding ring?
He groaned in exasperation. What difference did it make? He had no way of
finding her now.
He glanced at his watch. Damn. If he didn't get moving he'd be late for
rehearsing battle scenes before tonight's show. Rising from the weight bench,
he grabbed his gym bag and headed out the door.
Copyright 2007 Kelley Heckart
When Brianna decides to attend the Winter solstice masquerade ball, she
never thought she would end up kissing a handsome knight beneath the
mistletoe, but they part without exchanging names and phone numbers. How
will they find each other again?
Excerpt from A Winter Solstice Kiss:
Shane lay on the weight bench in his basement workout room, his thoughts
turning to last night’s events. He wanted to kick himself for leaving the
celebration right after the Yule ritual, but the friend who drove him to the party
had to leave. The last image he had of the woman he knew only as Gwenhwyfar
remained in his thoughts. She looked so happy dancing around the fire with her
friends. He should have approached her, but he decided not to disturb her.
Not to mention the wedding ring she wore caught him off guard. Yet another
reason he'd decided not to approach her again.
But she haunted his thoughts.
There had to be an explanation for the wedding ring. If she were married, she'd
attended the party without her husband. But she didn't strike him as the type of
woman who would accept another man's advances if she were already in a
committed relationship. Maybe she was separated? I should have asked her.
He kept thinking of the kiss they'd shared under the mistletoe. The mindless
exercise of bench-pressing always made his mind wander. With a grunt, he did
a few extra reps with heavy weights, pushed through the last one, then set the
bar back in its resting spot with a loud clang.
He lay on the bench daydreaming about how beautiful she looked when he first
saw her standing by herself next to the banquet table. She looked like
Gwenhwyfar—who just so happened to be the woman of his dreams. Her long
brown hair spilled down her shoulders in an enticing splash, framing a delicate
face and the creamy tops of her breasts—those full, heaving breasts. The
thought made him shudder with arousal.
His first thought was that she was too beautiful to be by herself. She looked
somewhat sad, watching the others dance. Her pensiveness made her more
intriguing to him and he had to know the lady behind the mask. She'd spurned
his invitation to dance, but he refused to give up. Even the gentle sound of her
voice pleased him and he remained determined to learn more about her.
She tried to elude him again inside the house. Her elusive behavior only made
him more determined. Women always flocked around him. This was the first
time a woman turned down his advances and it intrigued him further.
He'd almost run out of ideas when the mistletoe caught his eye, drawing his
gaze with its strange, almost magical light.
She'd stood right beneath it, giving him the perfect opportunity to make his
move.
He would never forget that kiss, the sweet taste of her lips. At first she'd held
herself stiffly, but she'd finally relented, surrendering to him. Her soft lips
caressed his mouth with yearning. He'd never experienced such passion in a
kiss.
Of course, some wanker had to interrupt them and ruin the moment. Then, like
an idiot, he allowed her to slip away.
But what about the wedding ring?
He groaned in exasperation. What difference did it make? He had no way of
finding her now.
He glanced at his watch. Damn. If he didn't get moving he'd be late for
rehearsing battle scenes before tonight's show. Rising from the weight bench,
he grabbed his gym bag and headed out the door.
Copyright 2007 Kelley Heckart
Erotic fantasy romance