My new release The Wolf and The Druidess, a paranormal/erotica/romance is my Celtic take on a Halloween werewolf tale. Mystical and magical the story’s set at Samhain rather than Halloween and instead of a werewolf the hero is the Celtic god Gwydion; a wolf is one of his shape shifting forms.
A god leaves the Otherworld and even risks his life … for love.
Blurb:In days of old, deep in the dark woods, Druidess Seven discovers a wolf shape shifting into the bare, muscular body of God Gwydion. Her wicked thoughts turn from the Samhain feast to feasting on Gwydion’s yummy goodies. Can their new found love survive the ultimate long-distance relationship of a god in the otherworld and a woman on earth? Is the love Seren and Gwydion share strong enough to overcome the social barrier between an immortal god and a mortal woman? Will the warning of danger from beyond the grave destroy the sensual magic brewing between the wolf and the druidess?
They came to a stop at the top of the hill, standing before the roaring bonfire. As the onlookers gathered around, Gwydion slipped off the druid robe and yanked the blue tunic over his head then let them both fall to the ground. He blazed like the fire he stood before and his heart pounded. Sliding his long fingers to the gold clasp at his belt, he unfastened it, then climbed out of his braies and kicked them to the side. The crowd cheered, but he had no cares for what they thought, he saw nothing but the woman before him. Scrying her in the sacred salmon pond, he’d watched her from afar, and now he would have what he long desired. Seren. With his eyes locked on her, he waited for her to disrobe and bare her body to him.
His gaze devoured her as the gold-speckled druid garment swished around her bare legs as her lithe feet kicked to and fro in a fast pace around the fire. As she slipped off the robe, it hit the dirt. Moving to the rhythmic beat of the drum, she unraveled the knot of her hemp belt and her plaid skirt dropped to the ground. Seren hoisted her tunic over her head and threw it down.
Hurrahs rang out as they danced, circling the fire. Gwydion’s heart raced to the rhythmic beat of the bodhran as he jumped and kicked his feet in fast movements.
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