I have. Very much. And I thought, what can I blog about? A new story, perhaps? An excerpt of a new release coming up? Yes, that's it. An excerpt.
Angry Boding was originally released in the anthology, Gods and Goddesses Boxed Set. Since my rights are returned to me, I can re-release it in it's original form -- the way I wanted it. So, I think an excerpt. And I hope you enjoy it. And look for the release on September 17, 2015.
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Angry Boding -- The Author's Edit
by Siobhan MacKenzie
Release date: September 17, 2015
Suggested Retail: $.99
Through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, and others.
From Chapter One
“Stop there!”
He did as told, standing
some ten paces or so from the cottage. How had he not noticed the door stood
open? The voice came from beyond the threshold. He would see who this Seeress
was now. One black boot emerged first, stepping out and followed by a very shapely
leg. Then the rest of her appeared and Loki felt the breath leave his body, his
chest aching.
He stared, confused—she
was no human. The Frost Giants might be humanoid but they were not human. He
knew a Frost Giant when he saw one; they were his people, after all. This woman
had the telltale signs of the Jotnar. The blue tinges to her flesh, the
markings of her brow. What is a Jotun
doing here in the middle of nowhere?
She looked tall, almost
as tall as his own form. He stood six-foot-three-inches as the humans reckoned
it. The top of her head came to his shoulder, he decided. Her hair looked to be
the most delicious shade of red he’d ever seen. It spilled from her scalp like
fire, burning down her back and shoulders to frame her face.
Her face was the most
beautiful sight he’d ever seen, with cheekbones, sharp and high, which he
longed to kiss. Her eyes were the shade of green that mirrored the moss hanging
from the trees. Her lips were full, a shade of coral he’d seen only in Asgard.
The tip of her tongue crept into the corner of her mouth and he felt the
overpowering desire to take it between his lips and suck on it.
She was voluptuous, clad
in a dark leather dress that hugged every curve. Her breasts threatened to
spill out over the neck of the bodice, straining against the hide of it. Her
hips made the garment bell in an enticing way and her ass looked plump, making
his hand itch to stroke it. He wanted nothing more than to bend her forward and
plunge into her from behind.
His cock became so hard
that the mere thought of bending her to his will made it very difficult not to climax
within his leather trousers. He couldn’t move if he’d wanted to, his erection
was so dominant. Odin’s breath, to take her. Right here, right now. He could
barely breathe with the thought.
“You have no business in
the Iron Wood,” she stated. She spoke with such a firm tone, that she made him
flush with desire. She took several deliberate steps toward the end of the
porch, watching him warily.
Loki swallowed hard,
trying to maintain his calm. His chest heaved and his palms were sweaty against
his thighs. He opened his mouth once and nothing came forth but a gasp of
desire. He swallowed once more and tried again. “I am Lo—”
“I know exactly who you
are.” She came down the steps, still walking as if she owned this realm. She
wore no expression but her tone was one of scorn. “You are Loki, son of
Farbauti. Jotun, by birth. Asgardian, by choice. Odin’s mouthpiece and trained
pet.”
He bristled and his
erection wilted away. She knew exactly what button to push. “I am no one’s mouthpiece or trained pet.”
The corner of her mouth
rose and for the first time, her eyes twinkled. “And I repeat that you have no
business here in the Iron Wood. Go back to Asgard, where you belong.”
“I have business,” Loki
replied with his own heat now. “Yes, I am here at Odin’s request, not his order. He sent me—”
“To ask me about the
prophecy; yes I know.” She continued her slow pace of measured steps until she
stood before him, close enough to smell the Jotun marsh blossoms on her skin.
“What I don’t know is why I should
tell you.”
He glared down into her
eyes. “Because the Allfather demands it. Because I demand it!”
Her eyes traveled slowly
down the length of his body, taking in every inch of him, before raising to
meet his gaze again. “I care nothing about your demands. Now, go. This is my realm and I owe Asgard nothing.” She
turned her back to him, walking swiftly back to her porch again.
Loki’s fists were shaking
and he clenched his jaw. No one walked away from him, dismissed him this way. “You stop,” he demanded. “You will stop
and face me. Now.”
She froze in place, turning
her head slightly, so he could see the delicate features of her face in
profile. Her turning head brought her body around and she narrowed her eyes at
him, her lips pressed firmly together. Her hands laid against her thighs, her
fingers flattened against the leather. She stared at him, a hard glare that
would have made a lesser man melt at the sight.
The only vision in his
head was of her, laying back against the skins of his bed with her hair splayed
out in all of its ruddy glory. Naked, her breasts ripe for the taking and his
hands exploring all of the luscious curves of her body. His lips kissing
between her thighs, his tongue tasting the nectar from her pussy. Damn it, he
was getting hard again. He wanted to punish her insolence by ramming her hard.
Loki took a deep breath.
“Now, then. I did not come here to pick a fight. I came here to get this
prophecy and take it back to the Allfather. Nothing more.”
“And you’ll destroy me if
I don’t give it to you, I suppose.”
He shook his head. “No. I
am not a destroyer.” He chuckled under his breath. “I’m known to create a
little mischief and chaos when the mood strikes. Which is quite a bit.” He met
her gaze again. “I am sorry. I started this on a wrong note. I make no demands
for the prophecy. But I do ask it. Please?”
Her eyes fluttered up and
down his body again. For a moment, he flattered himself to think she might be
just the least bit attracted to him as well. Why not? He knew he remained
attractive to others; he knew his face was considered handsome, almost
beautiful. Maybe he could use this to his advantage. Loki smiled brightly,
turning on his charismatic charms. “Please?”
She relaxed her hands,
her posture becoming less stiff. Her lips eased their tension as well and her
eyes cleared, the narrowing gone. She huffed, a snort from her nose and one
corner of her beautiful mouth rose. She nodded and gestured towards the
cottage.
He gestured in return and
moved in step to follow behind her, into her home.
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