Tasters from my novel
Teasing me sexually, was one reason why Harlow joined the roll, the parchment was wafer-thin. Her skin similar to peaches and cream, Harlow’s mouth scarlet and attractive, her silvery-blonde hair was scraped back from her face.
The journey to Blackclaw Woodlands tedious, yanking her across the frozen-terrain, and she yelped.
“Please stop and let me go?”
“That is not going to ensue do you think I would go to this trouble and then release you?”
The only noise was the crunching of footwear as I pulled her along.