Nadira, my editor suggested I unpublish the story as we are cleaning it and plan to release it by June/July. I'd love to have you as an ARC Reader! You comments and feedback were wonderful! If you are interested in continuing The Astrala Saga, please let me know! You can sign up at www.AstralaSaga.com ... For now, here is taste of the updated scene where as you said, Ari is SLAYING in her dress for the theater:
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Rider waited in the dining area of the Silver Harp tavern. His fingers drummed impatiently on the worn wooden table, anticipation building in his chest. The chatter of patrons and the clinking of mugs faded into the background as his mind focused on the mission ahead—and the captivating partner who would accompany him.
The creak of the stairs drew his attention, and as he looked up, the room seemed to melt away. Ariella appeared at the top of the staircase, a vision in a form-fitting black High-Elf dress that clung her curves like a second skin. The plunging neckline dipped dangerously low, revealing the tantalizing swell of her breasts and the valley of her cleavage. The smooth, pale skin of her breasts was a tantalizing contrast against the dark fabric that shimmered in the candlelight, accentuating her every movement as she descended the stairs.
As she descended, Rider stood, his chair scraping against the floorboards, and his breath catching in his throat. Rider's eyes drank in every detail, from the way the dress hugged her slim waist to how Ariella's auburn hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, framing her delicate features, exposing the slender column of her neck and the delicate points of her ears.
As she began to reach the bottom of the stairs, Ariella's eyes locked with Rider's. Rider was spellbound, unable to look away from the captivating violet depths of her gaze. A hint of a smile played at the corner of Ariella's full lips, a smile that promised both danger and delight.
