The opening of his white shirt revealed his muscular chest. Drops of blood pooled beneath the crisp black hair. Bile rose in her throat and Valentina averted her eyes, only to encounter the lecherous stares of the knights. The men circled her, hands on their swords, their grins full of lust and mockery.
Sir Geoffrey stared at the earl, his mouth locked in a disapproving line.
Humiliated, Valentina swayed as the blood hammered through her veins. She clamped her eyelids shut to keep out the images of the knights’ leers.
“Obey me, Valentina.” The earl’s tone was scathing. He tightened his grip around her wrists. “Unless you want to continue to display your charms for my men to enjoy.”
She opened her eyes, furious at the choice she had to make. She relaxed her shoulders and forced them down. With a low groan, she released the knife. It clattered to the floor and spun out of reach. Her throat choked with the effort of holding back her curses.
The earl slipped her bodice and gown back up over her shoulders.
She yanked free from his loosened hold. “The mulo, the living dead, will seek revenge unless my mother’s death ritual is completed. You must release us. We’ll be cursed for eternity.” Fiercely, she scanned the palatial room. “And you’ll be the easiest to find.”
I'll bet she really loves the Earl. I've wanted to kill my husband lots of times. Ha!
Intriguing excerpt, really whets the appetite for more! (hint-hint)
The Scarlet Pumpernickel
What an alpha male! So strong.
Glad you enjoyed the excerpts. Stay tuned for next month. :)