Website: http://inezkelley.com/
Title: Salome at Sunrise
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Heat level: steamy sensual
Release Date: June 21
Stand alone sequel to MYLA BY MOONLIGHT, 2nd in planned trilogy
I don't have an official back cover copy yet, so I am just posting mine.
It's not nice to piss off Mother Nature…
Called to bring peace to Bryton's tortured soul, Salome is a spell, a windsinger with the power to harness the air. Commanding nature is far easier than handling her new charge. She offers him harmony while longing to sing a different tune, one of love and devotion. She can soothe him with song or touch but she can't be human.
Bryton Haruk is the King's Might and His Law. Forced to watch his wife die by his enemy's hand, he turns his back on his destiny in grief and guilt. He has vowed to avenge her death and join her on the Otherside. No beautiful peacemaker is going to change his course …even if he is tempted to forget his pain in her arms.
A band of murderers plot to overthrow the kingdom and claim the land for themselves. The only thing standing in their way is one bitter man and the whispering wind.
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EXCERPT
He had no clue where he was going but followed the call of the wind. Grasses, tree roots and brambles grabbed at his boots but his feet never slowed. Fear did not touch him. Concern for his path never crossed his mind. Only the song mattered, the mournful lilting of wordless melody.
Prairie gave way to forest. The forest grew thicker then thinned to sparseness. The gusts dried his eyes and he blinked. A taste of honey burst onto his tongue when he licked his lips, the sweetness blending with the bitter drink. Without thought, he opened his mouth to draw more of the flavor inside.
"I am called for you. I come to soothe the ache inside. I come to give you peace."
Bright in the satin sky, the moon shone full with a throng of stars twinkling like torches. Bryton scanned the heavens but could see nothing but light and dark. An outcrop jutted over a vale. The funneled wind pushed at him until he stood at the precipice, the forest tops silvered below him. Icy-green leaves frosted by moonlight didn't move, though his tunic snapped like a sail.
"I am called for you."
"Who are you?" he yelled into the night. "Who sent you?"
"I am called to heal your wounds."
His ragged breath battling the gale, he fisted his hands."Show yourself to me then."
The wind calmed but his pulse pounded with a vicious thud. His bones quivered, not from chill but anger. He only knew one person with the power to call a magic spirit—his beloved pain-in-the-ass queen. A dark spot grew larger in the moon's circle. It flapped powerful wings once and then glided to descent. A fragile second before the owl landed beside him, a swirl of lilac shimmered along the golden brown feathers. A woman stepped off the air and stood before him.
Moonglow dazzled on long hair the shades of the owl's feathers. A thin gold braid secured it low on her nape, but full waves fought the hold. Wide gray eyes scrutinized him and a tiny smile bowed her pink lips.Her chin was a touch too pointed to be beautiful but it elongated the graceful column of her throat, and his gaze slid down to her one bared shoulder. The delicate exposed curve glistened like cream. Myla's chiton had been a draped length of ruby red silk affixed at both shoulders. This woman's chiton shone like blazing fire, sunrise against an ebony sky.
With her hands clasped lightly before her, she bowed her head. "I am Salome. I am called for you, Bryton Haruk."
"I don't need a guardian," he snapped.
"I am not a guardian."
"Then what are you?"
"I am a peacemaker."
Snorting, he shook his head. "Yeah, well, you're shit out of luck then, because I don't want peace. I want bloodshed and a lot of it.
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Best wishes,
~Inez
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