Book Worms and Couch Potatoes: Release Blitz: Rebel Bride by Ava Sinclair

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Release Blitz: Rebel Bride by Ava Sinclair

Rebel Bride A Reverse Harem Dragon Fantasy from Ava Sinclair.

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I walk to the bench by her table and sit down. I guide her onto my lap. Tears fill her eyes as I do.

“Bran used to hold me thus,” she says.

“Would you rather I not?”

She shakes her head and sniffs. “No, I don’t mind. It’s nice.”

“I would make you smile, and often, healer.” I smooth a strand of hair from her face. “I would take you beyond the valley to a hidden glen where water of the clearest, coldest brooks sing as they flow around moss-crowned rocks. I would lay down as a dragon so you could climb on my back and carry you to touch the robin’s egg sky. I would take you to meadows where berries the size of plums grow sheltered in the forest’s edge.” I pause. “I cannot replace Bran in your heart. None of us can. But a woman who treasures such pure and simple things surely has a heart so big to hold the love of more than one man.”

“It seems I have no choice, my lord.”

“You will mate with us. But love? That is always a choice. We will dedicate ourselves to birthing a new love from you, just as you birth new life from the mothers you tend.”

“You have a poet’s tongue.” She colors again.

“It would dance with yours, healer, if you would consent.”

I move my mouth to hers, slowly, deliberately. I feel her breath before I feel her lips. It is sweet with mint. The tip of my tongue meets hers, and when it does, I fight to keep from squeezing her too suddenly and too tight. I feel my cock rise like a sword, jutting into her bottom through the cover of my skirt. I feel her gasp into my mouth. Thera scrambles off my lap, and I silently curse my lust as she steps away.

I stand, and her eyes are fixed on the front of my leather skirt. It’s lifted away by a cock stiff with need. She glances from my face to my skirt. I hold my breath, afraid. For a moment, it looks as if the healer may flee. Instead she speaks.

“Remove your garment, Drakoryan.”

These were not words I expected to hear. My hands move to my waist. I stand to undo the clasp and pull the sash over my shoulder, dropping it and the skirt to the floor. “By the gods…” Thera’s words are barely whispered. Her eyes are fixed on my cock. She looks up at me. “Are all of you the same?”

I look down. “Big, you mean? Yes.” I can’t help but smile. “Yet each is different.”

“Different?” She drags her gaze to my face. “How?”

“Come here, and I’ll show you.”

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For centuries, the Drakoryan lords have taken sacrificial maidens. As a village widow, I thought myself safe from their attentions. I was wrong.

I am Thera the Healer, and I blame the Drakoryans for the death of my husband and father. They were killed before our dragon lord rulers resettled us in the Drakoryan Valley ahead of war with the ShadowFell.

Now they seek to recruit village men into their army to fight the enemy. But I seek to convince my people that the enemy is not some black dragon we have never seen, but the one who keeps us.

Now the Drakoryans are accusing me of sedition, and seek to neutralize my influence in a manner I will not accept. They seek to wed me to five Drakoryan lords tasked with keeping order in my village.

They won't get what they want without a fight.

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Variety is the spice of life and Ava Sinclair writes a little something for everyone, from dark romance to menage to kinky AF age play. But the one thing that is consistent in her books are strong storylines, alpha males, and strong women whose hearts and bodies aren't given up without a fight.

Ava lives in southern Virginia, where she enjoys hoarding books, hiking, running, spoiling her cats, and spending time with her Eurasian eagle owl, Lucius.