Night Secrets

A man and a woman who fear to love each other must work together to save the kingdom from betrayal

A man and a woman who fear to love each other must work together to save the kingdom from betrayal.

Fear and betrayal threaten the kingdom of Avador. Keriam, a princess with supernatural powers, must save her father from assassination. But can she trust Roric, or is he part of the plot?

Roric loved once and lost. He wants to put his past behind him and love Princess Keriam, but he fears she is a witch. And witchcraft is forbidden in the kingdom. If found guilty, she will be burned at the stake. Not even her father could save her.




Reviews
“Night Secrets” is a wonderful fantasy filled with magic, human kindness and evil. Martin skillfully unfolds the plot against the king in this tale of good versus evil. We even have the bonus of a different species in this story. I have to admit, I loved the character Radegunda, the good “witch.” This story has a bit of everything, from fairies and ravens that communicate with Keriam, to an evil witch that shapeshifts into a jackal. This story takes us from high living to low, from happiness to despair, and in a very convincing way. If you enjoy good versus evil fantasy, this one must be on your to be read list!”

Chere, at Paranormal Romance

“…this is a fine story from both the romance and the fantasy viewpoint. Keriam is courageous, loveable, and truly good, while Roric is a gallant and determined hero. The author blends the two genres well and has crafted a powerful and moving tale.”

Alegria, reviewer for Coffee Time Romance

Excerpt
“I’ll miss you.” Kerry bit her lower lip. “What I mean is, I’ve enjoyed these talks with you.”

“So have I. And I’ll miss you, Kerry. I can never tell you how much.” And suddenly, he wasn’t sitting across from her any longer, but had moved closer, as though his body had a will of its own.

“Kerry?” Roric looked into her eyes, hoping to see that her need matched his, that she wanted him as much as he desired her.

“Ah, Roric!”

He reached for her, needing to hold her close as he’d yearned to for so long. Willingly, she went to him, her body close to his. First tossing their robes aside, he drew her into his arms, and all but cried with pleasure. His every heartbeat, every breath revealed how much he desired her, a deep and aching thirst that pulsed through his body. He kissed her passionately, a kiss that conveyed all his pent-up longing. Feathering kisses on her forehead, cheeks, and the hollow of her throat, he whispered her name again and again. She responded, returning kiss for kiss, drawing him ever nearer, her breasts pressed to his body. He never wanted the kiss to end, never wanted this night to end. He eased her down on the cave floor, his body stretched out beside her.

Ah, to make her his own! To become one with her and know all the joys her supple body promised. He kissed her again and again, as if he could never get enough. Driven by a desperate yearning he could no longer deny, from her breasts to her belly and hips. His fingers caressed that most secret part of her, touching, probing, watching her face by firelight.

He wanted her as he’d never craved anything in his life, aching to join his body with hers, to satisfy this longing that had taunted him for so long. He had to have her, had to take her now! He could not bear to wait any longer.

She moaned, and reality hit him like a blast of icy wind. There could never be anything between them. She was the future queen, and he but her loyal servant. With every bit of willpower he possessed, he drew back, a deep ache inside him, his body on fire. His breath came in gasps, and he didn’t know how he could bear this unfulfilled passion, this throbbing inside him.

Keriam blinked her eyes open. “Roric?” She reached for him, but he eased her hands away.

Fierce disappointment sent his spirits plummeting, as if all the joys of life, everything wonderful this life had to offer, had been denied him. A dull ache settled inside him, a need he feared would forever remain unfulfilled. “I fear I forgot myself. Forgive me, madam.”

“Stop calling me that! Why did you stop when we…when we–”

“When we both wanted to make love?” He raised himself on his elbow, looking down into her eyes and saw his need reflected in hers. “And then what, Kerry? You’ll be queen someday, and I…I intend to return to Mumhain, see my family again, then hire myself out as a mercenary.” The last declaration was a sudden decision, although he’d considered such employment. He breathed deeply, trying to forget all they’d relinquished, all the joys that would never be theirs to share.