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Teaser Tuesday: Immortal Lust

 

Paranormal Romance & Dark Fantasy

Date Published: January 16, 2023

 

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For years, Raymond du Sable has chased rumors of a woman shrouded in
legend, a woman of unearthly, hypnotic beauty. Finally, on Crusade, he finds
her. She is Cytharea, daughter of Aphrodite, irresistible to mortal man —
and Raymond’s key to grasping the throne of France. To transport her there
safely, Raymond hires a Templar Knight, Gerard d’Amiers.

Sworn to chastity, Gerard has a deep mistrust of women, born of the
infidelity of his boyhood love. Yet Cytharea stirs him in a way no woman
ever has. And Cytharea herself is battling a deadly imperative — she must
feed from the sexual energy of a man soon, or die.

Together, Gerard and Cytharea discover a passion so overpowering it shakes
the very foundations of Gerard’s faith. Upon reaching France, he must
abandon every vow he’s ever made or lose Cytharea to the abusive ambitions
of a madman.

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Copyright ©2023 Sierra Dafoe

 

Acre, The Holy Land, 1191

 

In the hot, stinking dust of a desert night, Raymond du Sable crept closer
to his goal across sands soaked with the blood of battle. Over four hundred
men had died today, Saracens and Christians both.

But tonight, Richard of England and the infidel Saladin exchanged gifts of
courtesy. Chilled fruits served on crushed ice, transported hundreds of
miles from the mountains of Mongolia, delicate embroidery and lace carried
all the way from Britain. The sheer wealth required to bring such items this
far staggered Raymond.

But that was all right — he would have such riches soon enough.

He grinned in the darkness, thinking of the monarchs in Richard’s pavilion.
Bent over a game of chess perhaps, or enjoying the wailing of zurnas that
the Turks considered music. They played at chivalry while Christians bled
and died to reclaim the Holy Land from the godless Turks.

Fools, the lot of them.

He himself had no interest in the Crusade or its goals. He had accompanied
his cousin on this fool’s mission for one reason and one reason only. And
that reason lay just ahead in a heavily guarded tent within Saladin’s
encampment.

Only fools and infidels would bring their women to war.

No doubt his cousin Philip was with the others in Richard’s pavilion,
chafing likely as not at the intricate shows of royal politeness. A vain,
pious, unimaginative man, Philip, just thick-skulled enough to be
dangerous.

Did such a man deserve to hold the throne of France?

Raymond thought not. Thrones and crowns belonged to those with the strength
— and imagination — to take them. He grinned again, keeping his lips
closed so that the flash of his teeth in the dark wouldn’t betray him.

There were two guards along each side of the large tent, with two
additional men stationed at the entrance. Raymond had no intention of
gaining admittance through the front flap. No, his quarry was here, housed
toward the back of the large, opulent tent that housed Saladin’s hareem — a
fact he had paid a pretty penny to learn.

But it was worth it. It all would be worth it.

He had discarded his armor in favor of stealth and speed, yet despite its
absence he felt invulnerable, almost divinely protected. The first guard
fell easily to his knife and the small, secretive, almost sexual excitement
he always experienced while doing murder sang along his veins. It was so
different from the crudity of killing in battle — there was no finesse in
that, no private thrill. As the second guard started to turn, Raymond
slipped behind him and slashed his throat.

Blood spurted across the sand, black in the gibbous moonlight, and Raymond
stared at it a moment, picturing it as a sacrificial offering to whatever
gods there were. Truly, he could almost believe in the old gods tonight.
There was a tension in the air, a sense of fate, of destiny…

Cytharea. Her name whispered in Raymond’s mind with all the potency of
legend. Quickly he slashed a gap in the side of the tent and slipped through
it, finding himself in a small, enclosed space.

Cushions were scattered about the floor, and a single brass lamp dangled
from a chain overhead. By its soft amber light, he could see the girl
cowering back against the silken blue stuff that made up the far wall. Her
dark hair tumbled down, obscuring her features. The thin fabric of her
raiment barely concealed her body. Crossing quickly to her, Raymond seized
her hair and pressed his knife to her throat.

What if she wasn’t the one? What if the legends were no more than fables,
fancies spun of air and idleness? Well, at worst he could slit the girl’s
throat and be gone as silently as he had come, he supposed, and find some
other means by which to wrest the crown from Philip.

Then the girl lifted her head, staring up at him, and Raymond froze,
licking his lips. His heart thudded heavily in his chest and a hot, painful
yearning unfolded in his loins.

About the Author

An award-winning author who received three CAPA nominations in her first
year of publishing, Sierra Dafoe has gone on to receive numerous awards and
recommended reads for her work. Check her website for free stories, a link
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