Release day for a new book is both exhilarating and downright terrifying for me. My poor gray matter’s a-buzz with stinging questions and worry.
Will readers like it? OMG – are the reviewers going to trash it? Except for the copy my mom always buys, will anyone fork out the $ to purchase it?
Today’s no different from any of my other release days. My stomach’s rioting and all I can gulp down is way too much coffee.
At any rate, Branded by Étaín is now available from the regular suspects, but here are the three main links, the book blurb, cover, and another excerpt:
Blurb:
Can a princess tame a beast?
Princess Étaín of Caul Carlinne remains unsullied by her violent past. When she chooses Brand of Bärvik as her mate, has she brought havoc and destruction to her people?
Excerpt – Branded by Étaín, The Beasts of Bärvik Book One:
Étaín interrupted Margie’s third iteration of what to expect when Brand consummated their marriage. She had not a shred of worry that the act would be anything but wondrous. “Be done with it, Margie. My head fair throbs with thoughts of peckers, stones, pearls, and quims. I trust in Brand. Did he not say he would cherish me when Da asked? I am a truthsayer. He spoke truly.”
“He is a very large man.” Margie picked up a tortoise shell horsehair brush and stroked Étaín’s springy curls.
“So is your Darren.”
“I am twice your height and weight. ’Tis easier for a woman like me to accommodate a large pecker. You must not overexcite him, otherwise he will be rough with you.”
“How could I overexcite him?” The mere sight of him made her woman parts moisten. Did the same happen with men?
“Do not caress his willy and touch not his balls.”
“Willy? Balls?” ’Twas a new language to be learned for this bedsport.
“Pecker, stones. Men have scores of names for their parts. Some e’en name them. Darren says his brother, Padraig, calls his prick ‘Olympus.’”
Étaín’s heart skipped a few beats when the sound of stomping feet reached her ears. “Did you hear that?”
“Aye. They approach. Quick, under the sheets. I will leave after the last man departs.” Margie drew the linen covers to right under Étaín’s chin and gave her a quick hug.
The doors slammed open, and the men of Caul Cairlinne, carrying a naked Brand above their heads, tramped into the room roaring the limerick Prick Her Well. The words ricocheted around the chamber:
Prick her well,
And her belly will swell,
Fill her with your seed,
And ease your need,
Make her see stars,
And sons be your rewards
The singing faded into the background when the men dumped Brand onto the other side of the bed.
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Cheers,
Jianne
