Wow….where have I heard that before?
Too right it should have been. As if any of these lovely ladies whose posts are up today—three of them are anyway, Sharon’s was already up–would be anything like Snotra.
Seriously Erin, Aubrey and Mishka are following on in Sharon’s footsteps and their posts have serious wow factor.
What characters. I can well recommend Erin’s book
and I can’t wait for the other two now! Going back to Sharon who kindly invited me onto the hop, I’m loving her book.
In your hamstah dreams, little buddies.
I’ll put it to the vote…..
I’ll put that to the vote too….
Hmmmmm…. What did I say about vote?
Now…a Malice and Snotra extract. From that first meeting to be precise….
“Good Gna…a… troll. No! No!”
How far did Malice’s heart go out, knowing how viciously people had whispered about her? Actually? Not at all. Why should it? All was fair here in love and war and as Gentle’s flattening of her on the deck had shown, this was war.
Snotra? A madam? She just needed a little cultivating. That was all.
And wasn’t Malice, as the owner of Strictly just the one to do it too?
“No! No! I won’t have it. A troll! Good Gna, a troll. Oh… Oh…”
It was astonishing, wasn’t it, that at that moment, as he grabbed Snotra by the arm—he tried to anyway–Snotra began to shriek, scream and back away. She held her fingers out too.
A sign was a sign in any language. Maybe this one wasn’t quite as crude as some Malice had seen when she was little and some of the local children had spat at her calling her a witch and a gypsy. Maybe it wasn’t crude at all. More a sort of save me from that troll sign. Still Malice must consider, seeing as it was inches from her own nose—why on earth was Snotra making that sign at her?
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