Realms of Kreandor
Book 1: Ayan

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Excerpt from Ayan (Unedited):

     What a delicious dream, Heather thought as the robe was pushed from her body. Ayan caressed her flesh with his hands, her body reacting to him like it never had with another. He was beautiful and she yearned for his touch, wanted him to take her, to put out the flames of passion raging within her.

 

      His hands swept over her arms, leaving a tingling sensation wherever he touched. Then he cupped her breasts through the thin material and she moaned against his lips, her hands moving over the wall of his chest to tangle in the dark mass of his hair.

 

      His lips left hers and burned a fiery path down the side of her neck. Pushing away the thin strap of her tank top, he placed sizzling kisses along her shoulder. His hot breath fanned against the hard peak of one breast, fueling the fire in the pit of her stomach.

 

      She felt slick between her legs, her core throbbing for attention. Looking down at his dark head, she cried out in ecstasy as she felt his mouth close over one hard bud, her arms wrapping around him at the intense sensations erupting through her body. 

 

      Sensations...they were so intense...far too intense for a dream.  Dreaming...one hand clutched at the back of his head as his tongue swirled and pulled at her nipple, making her gasp.

 

      Her eyes snapped open, realizing fully she wasn’t dreaming.  She looked down at him, then at her arms. Everywhere he had touched her was a soft shimmering green. Even where her arms lay along his back were glowing prettily at her. 

 

      What was happening? 

 

      She cried out, pushing away from him. He stared down at her, his eyes glazed with passion, but his lips and chest shimmered with the luminance.

 

      Heather looked at her arms, chest, and shoulders. She touched herself frantically, wiping at the glow that covered her flesh. Not understanding what was happening, but knowing something was wrong. Very wrong. 

      Ayan’s passions immediately cooled upon witnessing Heather’s distress. He reached for her and she jerked away from his touch. 

      “Don’t touch me!”

      Her cry ceased his movements and his hand dropped to his side. Sitting back on his knees he gazed at her, his green eyes still hazy while she stared at him wide eyed.

     “Heather, I will not hurt you.” 

      She stopped moving, her mouth dropping open. “I thought you didn’t speak English.”

       He sighed. “I learned today.”

     “How is that possible?” she asked in disbelief.

      Pointing in the direction of the TV, he watched her shake her head vigorously, her flaming hair falling in waves around her face.

     “That’s impossible.”
     “No, Heather, it is not. I learn quickly...very quickly,” he added. 

     The glow on her skin had begun to fade then vanished before her eyes. She jumped to her feet. “What are you?”

     Pained by her words, but understanding her fear, he rose to his full height, towering over her. He had retrieved his loincloth at some point during the day and it swayed ever so slightly as he stood.

     “Heather, it was by accident that I came here. I--“

     She held up her hand. “No, you tell me what you are.”

     “The sword, Heather, the Llina. I know it is here in your home and I want you to bring it to me.”

     Her eyes widened. “No, Ayan, please what’s going on? I don’t understand what’s happening.”

     Her silent plea touched his heart and he studied her for a long time. She met his gaze without flinching, but he knew if he tried to touch her, she would flee. With a sigh of regret, he slowly raised his hands, watching as her hand flew over her mouth in fascinated horror as the tips of his fingers glowed green.

     Touching his ears, he felt the long points return. Keeping his eyes upon her face, he dragged his hand over his shoulders while his wings expanded for her view. Her gasp of surprise was strangled by a deep cry of denial.

    Heather watched in disbelief as his wings unfolded. They were black with hues of deep green gleaming in the light, depending on how the sun’s rays touched them. They were glossy and looked smooth to the touch and were to her dismay, absolutely beautiful.

     Her eyes met his and hysteria began to bubble through her.  Without a second thought, she raced across the living room to the front door. She screamed when the lock turned to close and the curtains of their own violation swept together.

     She tried desperately to unlock the door, pulling on the knob, but it would not budge. 

     “Heather.”

     She spun around, her back pressed against the door. He took a step toward her and she jumped, crying out, pushing against the door as if she could melt into it.

     “Open the door,” she demanded.

     “I can’t do that.” He sounded sincerely sorry.

     Tears filled her eyes and she fought against them. “Please,” she whispered.

     His eyes were full of tenderness as he gazed in to her dark ones. “Heather, I mean you no harm. I could never hurt you.”

     She shook her head at his words and wrenched herself away from the door, rushing through the front room and down the hallway to her bedroom. 

     Slamming the door shut and locking it, she hurried to her closet. Flinging the door open, she reached up to the top shelf, searching blindly for the sword.

     His soft knock sounded like thunder to her ears with her heart racing, the rhythm pounding in her head so that she could not hear his words.

     Finally, her hand closed over the hilt of the sword and she pulled the gleaming blade free. Turning to the door, she took a deep breath and walked slowly toward it. She was instantly disturbed when he suddenly stopped talking, as if he could sense what she was doing.

     She gripped the weapon with both hands, holding it awkwardly. How did one use a sword? She held it to the side, straight before her with the blade out. Shifting nervously, her anxiety building, Heather wondered if she could defend herself.

     Wiping one sweaty palm and then the other against her pajama pants, Heather stared at the door, fear making her sick to her stomach. The silence was deafening, her breathing was rushed and loud to her own ears and she was certain he could hear it. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she touched the lock on the knob, turning it slowly, but she didn’t open the door.

     Had he left? Was he still in the house? No, she hadn’t heard him walk away. Or had he flown away? She waited, her eyes never leaving the door, straining to listen for any kind of movement.

     It was now or never. Saying a silent prayer, Heather clenched the hilt in a death grip, hoping she had the strength and courage to protect herself if she had to. When she closed her eyes and whispered her plea for strength, it was his emerald gaze that burned through her mind. Her heart ached at the thought of hurting him and a tear slipped from her eye. 

     Looking at the closed door once more, she took a deep breath, her hand surrounding the knob, and forced herself to be strong.


Read the Reviews

Bitten By Books:
Ayan and Heather’s romance is touching and Ms. Lory does an admirable job of developing their relationship and the characters themselves. She also does a remarkable rendition of the world that the fae live in. The decriptions are vivid and easy to imagine. I would give this book 4 tombstones. It contains within it elements of a good fantasy story as well, good vs. evil, and treacherous activity, as well as incorporating the romance between Heather and Ayan. If you enjoy reading about fairies and fae, give Ayan by Ann Lory a try...

Night Owl Reviews:
Ann Lory’s newest release, Ayan is an entertaining read. If you like a passionate fantasy romance then this is a book that you should read. Ann Lory weaves an imaginative world with a vivid detail and a heartwarming hero and heroine. The love scenes adds the right blend of heat to the romance of the story. This story has a fairy tale-like quality, but has the sex appeal that spices it up. Ayan is a story that I recommend to anyone who loves romance. I’m looking forward to the other books forthcoming in the Realms of Kreandor series.