Fed up and heartsick, Dancer, virtuoso violinist and assassin, decided to retire despite the angry objections of his boss. On the run for his life, he headed for a hideaway in the mountains. Safe in the warm shelter of his cave, Dancer awoke to the strong perfume of flowers. His investigations revealed a tunnel leading to another cave and a beautiful valley. After a quick survey of his new surroundings he was shocked to find that the tunnel had disappeared, trapping him in Mystic Valley.
A gardener and amateur botanist, Eppie spent her lonely days searching out new plants for the inhabitants of Mystic Valley while she waited for her destined bond-mate to find his way to the valley. Now time is running short. From the instant they forged a mind bond, her body began schalzina, the biological preparation for physical bonding in valley women. Each new occurrence of schalzina is stronger and nudges Eppie another step closer to the final consequence--death--unless Dancer reaches the valley in time for their oath-binding and physical bonding.
Will he agree to an immediate joining with this beautiful stranger?
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Dancer's Delight by Anny Cook
Eppie was backlit in the morning light in the circle entrance when Dancer caught his first glimpse of her. Immediately, he thought, My God, she must be over six feet tall!
When she stepped out onto the small lawn he forgot to breathe. She was blue. Her skin was a really pale shade of blue. He was positive it wasn't tattooed or some other form of body adornment because she was also completely naked. He could see her bare, puffy pussy lips. A blue pussy and lush generous curvy breasts with slightly darker blue nipples.
His mouth hung open. His startled green eyes met hers and he saw they were a deep, clear shade of turquoise that danced with amusement at his reaction. Without comment, she dropped the sandals she carried in one hand onto the grass at her feet, shook out the pale rose meerlim she carried over one arm and casually slipped it on. Self-consciously, she smoothed the tendrils at her neck and patted the intricate knotted arrangement of her lustrous black hair. Three slender jeweled picks anchored it at the crown of her head.
Then, she began to move toward him and his mouth snapped shut. She stalked with all the grace and queenliness of a hunting cat. This was not a woman to trifle with. Very carefully he noted the other details... Gently pointed ears with tiny gold hoops in the points, the intriguing tilt of her almond-shaped eyes and the hint of fanged eyeteeth. So--a predator lurked in her genes. He couldn't believe he'd made friends with a blue Vulcan.
While she joined him in the grassy circle, Eppie was making her own assessments. Her body sang with joy when she saw he was so tall and muscular. His long golden brown hair was neatly and properly confined in one braid that brushed below his butt. Glittering green eyes flashed with sharp intelligence and humor. And his face was both beautiful and masculine with a sturdy jaw and stubborn chin. Tiny green jewels adorned each earlobe.
"All men are not just hard cocks and full balls," he objected at once, reverting to their conversation.
She dropped her gaze to the front of his soft sweat pants and raised one eyebrow in query. The heavy bulge that tented them was obviously growing.