But in a whole new fashion!
Thanks to a facebook friend, who mentioned that my teaser lines from my upcoming release, The Temperate Warrior, went well with her coffee, I decided to use the WMU Wednesday as a means to tempt, satisfy, and wake up my readers, just as the old version did--but without the threat of copyright infringement. So, here we go!
Today's segment comes from a scene where Gustaf Ræliksen is stripping down for a bath and Æsa, the heroine, is admiring her warrior in all his glory. I hope you enjoy!
Æsa stood motionless, admiring the man who, for the first time in his life, hadn’t a care in the world.
Under the afternoon sky, his legs were long and powerful from years of carrying a warrior’s body across steep mountains and snow-drifted valleys. Dusted with golden hair, his skin was tan, smooth, and unmarred, save for a few scars across his wide back. In no way did the old battle wounds tarnish his manly appeal. If anything, the marks reminded her of the kind of man he was and how much he had willingly endured to uphold his family’s honor. From the blemishes carved into his skin, to the gentle, compassionate heart beating in his chest, Gustaf was the definition of chivalry.
Slowly, he walked into the water, his eyes on his feet. The rippling stream rushed passed his ankles and eventually over his knees as he strolled further out. When it rose above his waist, he looked over his shoulder. “’Tis warm.”
“And you are a liar,” Æsa scoffed.