Published by MuseitUp Publishing
Passion, lost treasure and deadly secrets in the heart of the
Does forever lie in the lion’s embrace?
Excerpt:
It was a narrow valley where the river curved into a bend, secluded
by thick bushes and reeds. After a quick glance around to make sure she was
alone, she stripped and walked naked into the water. It was so cold it took her
breath away. She gritted her teeth, clutched her bar of soap, and walked into
the river until the water reached her hips. Getting rid of the grime and sweat
of the past few days was worth the torture…
Holding her breath, she dipped into the water before standing and
lathering soap over her body and her hair.
The light was changing. A transparent gold dust touched the
hillside, the top of the trees. The sunrise streaked the sky with red, orange,
and pink hues, reflecting into the river. She was alone in the world, in a
bubble hovering between sky and water.
It was then she heard the growling. Stones tumbled down the hillside
seconds before a male lion jumped onto the river bank, sleek and agile. It
approached the river and started drinking. It hadn’t seen her. Yet.
Her heart thumping with terror, she ducked under the water very
slowly, careful not to make any ripples on the surface. How long would she have
to hold her breath? How long did it take a lion to quench its thirst after a
night spent hunting? What if it saw her and came after her? Did lions, like
cats, hate water? Her lungs started to burn, she felt close to choking. When
she couldn’t hold on any longer, she popped her head above the water and took a
long, long breath.
The lion had gone.
“You are one lucky woman,” a voice called from the bank.
Still breathless, she spun round. Saintclair crouched near the
water, a knife in one hand, a pistol in the other.
“How l-long have you be-been here?” she stuttered, her teeth
chattering from cold and shock.
“Long enough.”
Had he watched her undress and get into the water? Actually, she’d
rather not know.
She moved her legs and arms, numb and stiff with cold.
“Is it safe? Has the lion gone?” She looked toward the hillside.
“You’re safe. From the lion, that is.” He narrowed his eyes. “I, on
the other hand, might just want to throttle you for disregarding my orders. I
knew taking you with us was a mistake. I knew you were stubborn. I didn’t realize
just how reckless, how stupid you were. You could have been mauled to death
just then.”
“I handled the lion perfectly well on my own.” She tilted her chin.
Her heart had almost stopped with fright, but there was no reason to tell him.
He stood up, put his pistol in the holster on his hip, slid the
knife in his boot, and walked toward the edge of the water. His face was so
tense, his eyes so steely, that she recoiled. He was going to walk into the
river, pull her out and…
“Damn it, woman, you were told not to leave the camp alone. You were
warned about lions roaming this area. There are all sorts of dangers here—wild
animals, snakes, scorpions.” He looked up towards the hillside. “Raiders.”
She swallowed hard, followed his gaze toward the top of the hills.
He shook his head.
“If that lion hadn’t been so old and half-blind, you wouldn’t be
talking to me now.”
“It seemed pretty sprightly to me,” she muttered.
He snorted.
“Get out. You’re freezing, and your lips are blue,” he said without
a trace of sympathy in his voice.
She shivered, nodded. “Only if you turn round.”
“It’s a bit late to play the prude,” he muttered, but he obliged and
faced the other way.
So he had seen her naked. Well, he wouldn’t see her now. She covered
her chest with her arms and walked to the shore. She threw a nervous glance in
his direction before stepping out of the water, but he remained immobile, his
back to her, as if he had been turned into rock.
She gathered her clothes as fast as she could, stumbling on pebbles
in her haste, and chose a large bush behind which to get dressed.
Her fingers were too cold, too stiff to fasten her tunic’s tiny
buttons. She had to leave it open for now. She put her boots on and ventured
out of the bushes. Saintclair took one look at her and snarled.
“You can’t go back to camp half dressed.”
She pulled her tunic across her chest to cover up, shifted
uncomfortably on her feet.
“I can’t do the buttons up,” she said, showing him her hands still
red raw with cold.
He tightened his lips but didn’t answer.
The sun now peeped above the rugged hilltop, a huge orange ball
setting the sky on fire. Dazzled, Harriet caught her breath.
“This is…magnificent. We don’t have sunrises like that in England
He gazed at her face, at her eyes filled with wonder.
“No but you have rain, summer storms.”
He stepped closer and looked down into her eyes. “I always wanted to
stand outside in a thunderstorm.” Her eyes were a rain cloud right now, cool
and soothing.
She smiled. “You might get hit by lightning.”
“Maybe, but what a beautiful way to die,” he said. His breathing was
a little faster, his gaze heavier.
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LION'S EMBRACE is available from:
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2 comments:
Lovely excerpt, Marie. Nice setting of the scene and development of tension, very enticing. Love this line: 'She was alone in the world, in a bubble hovering between sky and water." Thanks for sharing! Diane
Hello Diane and thank you very much for visiting and for your kind comment. I am delighted you enjoyed the excerpt!
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