Bellua (and Rosalind) fans, a new dangerous and spicy chapter will be up this week.
A snippet for now:
There was a box of pink and red blossoms in Troy’s hands. Adolescent roses that would eventually bloom into grand bushes.
Rosalind knew he would plant each one for her. Every petal would be a reminder of how he adored her and every thorn the unwelcome pain of her sacrifice.
The backyard was secluded among a cluster of Herculean trees. Rosalind moved deftly. The hem of her crimson dress made the faintest of sounds as it swished around her feet.
Like the albino stag before him, Troy was oblivious to her when she raised her bow and took aim.
The arrow flew past him with a swoosh and dug deep into the tree a foot away.
The box fell. Every pretty flower crashed below. Petals came loose and scattered. “Who goes there?” Although his voice was demanding, the wind carried the tremble.
Rosalind pulled another bow from the quiver and aimed again.
“Do not move,” Rosalind commanded. Stepping out from behind the trees, she pointed her weapon at his heart.
There will be no more Bellua updates after this until the Open Novella Contest is over. I'll be creating a new story for that challenge as I have been doing for the past 7 years. I have a few wicked ideas in mind. I hope you will take the time to check my new novella out!
