Book four in the Mystic Valley series.
Arano Llewellyn, Master Seer in Mystic Valley, has dreamed that his destiny lies with Silence Brown, a woman fourteen years older than him. Silence is trapped in an abusive relationship with Homer, her bond mate. Unexpectedly, she is freed when Homer dies in a lightning storm. But there are obstacles to overcome before they can meet the destiny Arano has foreseen. Silence must move on from her terrible past and learn to trust Arano at the deepest levels while he allows her the time and freedom to become the woman she was meant to be.
Arano's Justice Warrior twin Arturo, desolate and damaged from a brutal attack and rape, struggles to recover as he sets out on a journey of discovery to seek the mate Arano has promised him. Before he is ready to accept the love his future mate offers he must face his greatest fears and haunting truths about his past. The Master Archivist, Banisher Ewell, is waiting with a loving heart when Arturo is finally ready to face his destiny.
Reader Advisory: This story contains depictions of rape and domestic violence that may be emotionally triggering for some readers.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Cherished Destinies by Anny Cook
He stood directly in the doorway, shielding the inside from his young watchers. Since Homer had died Silence had taken to jerking the door wide open without a qualm. As he anticipated, in her excitement to see him Silence flung open the door without a stitch on. When he dangled the honey cakes over her head she turned around and he gently nudged her further back into the hall until he could ease the door shut. They went into the kitchen where he filled the kettle and set it on the stove. Poking around in her cabinet, he found two small plates and served the honey cakes. Silence stood next to the table with both hands clamped over her mouth.
He slid a glance in her direction. "Silence, my hands are all sticky. Can you please remove my sharda?"
Immediately, she jumped to his assistance, unfastening the sharda and carefully folding it before she draped it over a chair. In the hours since the last time she'd undressed him, she had spent considerable time in thought about Arano stalking around her dome naked. She was not so naive that she didn't understand that there would be hell to pay if anyone caught them. And she vaguely understood the implications of their age difference but Arano had said they would be bonded someday. And he had promised that they would have a baby. So today she willingly undressed him for one simple reason. She liked looking at him naked. His kzusha fascinated her whether it was soft or hard.
"Sit down, dearheart. The tea will be ready in just a moment." Silence took down two mugs, got out utensils and two linen napkins and finished setting the table before she perched on the edge of a chair.
He noted how she was poised to flee and went over to urge her to sit back in the chair. "Relax. We're just going to have a nice little dessert."
Her tongue peeked out and slicked across her plump lips and at first Arano thought she was anticipating the honey cakes. But then, almost in slow motion, she reached out and touched his cock. "Arano, do you like to have your kzusha sucked?" she asked curiously.
"I'm sure I would love that, dearheart, but perhaps we could eat first?" he asked with a slight hitch in his breath as she gently stroked him, fascinated with the way he stretched and got harder in her hand.
She leaned over and brushed her lips over the flushed head, nuzzling and nibbling around the crown. With a soft murmur, she took the broad, plum-shaped head into her warm mouth and suckled, enjoying the shape and velvety texture of his cock and how snugly it filled her mouth.
Arano groaned and slid one hand into her curls. His knees weakened and he firmly locked them so he wouldn't slither onto the floor in a pool of lust. "Silence? Dearheart, uh, the water is boiling..." his voice broke on a moan.
With a last flickering taste, she released him and raised her head. "You taste good," she said with devastating simplicity. "Can I suck you some more after we have tea?"