The Huntress vs Huntsman Book Bundle
The Huntress vs Huntsman Book Bundle
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In a land of three warring kingdoms, enemies and unlikely allies will become something more in these tales of centaurs, dragons and warrior-women.
Main Tropes in this bundle:
- Morally Grey & Villain Hero
- Touch her and die
- Touch him and die
- Sexy Shifters
- Fated Mates
- Vows of celibacy (that get broken)
- Slow-burn romance
- Court Intrigue
As she turned her full attention upon the centaur huntsman, her breath caught.
He was walking up the sandy bank. As he emerged from the water, she noticed he wasn’t in his horse form. He’d shifted to the form of a man. She knew all centaurs possessed the ability, but she’d never seen his human body up close before.
Her gaze darted over his naked form before she could stop herself. His lower half was just as toned and muscled and golden as his upper half. Then she allowed her curious gaze to rove over the smooth expanse of his muscular flanks.
He was already past her position, so she couldn’t see what he looked like from the front—something she shouldn’t be interested in anyway, she reminded herself. But the view from behind was surprisingly lovely. She watched the firm, lean globes of his ass until the tall grasses obscured the view.
Goddess! He was magnificent. Did all men used to look like that?
Perhaps if the matrons had offered her a male like Toryn, she might not have turned down their offer to become one of the Mothers. Or at least, she might have paused and thought about it for a while before rejecting their offer.
But Seira loved her duty as one of her queendom’s guards. In the end, she doubted any male could make her choose him over the life she loved out here in the wilderness.
That didn’t mean she couldn’t still enjoy the momentary distraction Toryn offered. Realizing her thoughts had tilted toward blasphemy, she glanced up at the sky, her gaze finding the maiden’s moon. The two other sister moons were not yet in the sky, but as long as even one rode the vast blue expanse, it was said their goddess could hear them easily.
“Forgive me for my momentary distraction. I won’t allow it to happen often. Certainly not enough to jeopardize my honor or my duty to you, Great Mother.”
While she’d been reassuring herself, Toryn had continued to where he’d left a pack. Hunching, he reached down and unbuckled one of his pack’s straps. After rummaging around inside the pack for a moment, he pulled out a thick blanket and unfolded it on the ground.
While he was busy, she moved closer and watched as he used one bare foot to flick back an errant corner of the blanket before he laid down.
What was he doing?
Whatever the case might be, this new development was her second chance at his ax.
Decision made—foolish or not—she eased her way closer to his position, being careful not to so much as stir a blade of grass.
When she reached his location, she found him stretched out on the blanket, his hands folded behind his head, utterly relaxed.
He was sunning himself in the last of the day’s light, she realized with a little envy.
With his eyes closed, he looked wholly peaceful.
She would have suspected a trap, except he was absolutely defenseless at the moment. His ax was out of reach, and he had no other weapons with him. He didn’t even have his centaur speed and strength to call upon in his present form.
She studied his face for a moment more and then decided he wasn’t faking his relaxation. He really was sunning himself. Running her palms against her knees in a distracted manner, she allowed her gaze to wander south of his navel.
The muscles of his lower abdomen formed a sort of wedge that directed her eyes downward. There was a delicate tracery of darker blond hair that started just below his navel and grew somewhat thicker at his groin.
He wasn’t overly hairy there, just enough to draw her eyes to the length of his manhood. Even at rest, it looked impressive. At least she thought it did. She didn’t have anything to compare it to except the statues and paintings back at the fortress.
It was wrong to stay and stare. She was here for the ax, she reminded herself. The ax was just out of reach from her present position.
But if she skirted to his other side, she could quickly snatch up the ax and retreat the way she’d come. She just had to wait until he was asleep.
Any guilt she might have felt was assuaged by the knowledge he’d probably spied upon her at some point over the years. Or he would have if he ever managed to get close enough without her knowing.
And now he was here, sleeping, completely unaware she was within touching distance.
Her gaze tracked back to the ax. That great big ax of his was still calling her name. She was so close; she could almost feel the handle in her hand.
And the arrogant male had fallen asleep without putting up any magical protection. He was practically begging to be robbed of his valuables.
Then the decision made, she moved from her crouch among the tall grasses. She paused every few steps to be sure nothing gave away her presence.
She was almost within striking distance when a sharp bark of laughter startled her so badly, she nearly leaped out of her skin.
Her training didn’t fail her, though. She slammed one hand into his opposite shoulder to keep him down while her other hand pressed the edge of a long dagger against his throat.
“I didn’t actually think you’d come this close.” Toryn’s rich voice wrapped around her. The hint of humor in his tone was unmistakable.
“You underestimated my desire for your ax.”
He looked up at her, his expression and body language relaxed, as if having a warrior-priestess hold a knife to his throat was an everyday occurrence. But he wasn’t completely unaffected. His eyes, usually a beautiful silver-blue, had darkened to a stormier color.
“Are you sure it is only my ax you covet, Priestess?” A cocky little smile touched his lips.