I’m highlighting a scene from Shane: Marshal of Tallav.
Shane Tiernan, the Beast of Tallavan aristocratic society, needs relief from the matriarchal rules that are destroying his life. His hope lies in a female submissive, newly graduated from a top sex school. From her resume, she seems perfect. Profile and real life collide when he arrives to collect her. He’s stunned when he spots her vaulting over a bar and snatching up an ice chipper to defend herself against the giant who is chasing her. Her combination of warrior spirit and long-limbed curves fires his Dom imagination and the desire to bind her in his rope and have her under his complete control.
Adrianna Pacquin is sexually submissive, but don’t cross her outside the bedroom. She’s escaped the crime lord who plans to marry her once before. When it becomes clear he’s still after her, she doesn’t intend to get caught. A fortuitous decision to accept the contract of Tallavan Marshal Shane Tiernan promises safety until an attempt to murder him sets the pair on an investigation that will require complete trust in one another. With danger stalking their every step, the secrets they both hide could implode their blooming relationship and leave them exposed to their relentless foe.
I’ve chosen a seven paragraph excerpt in which Adrianna first meets Shane. She’s just fended off an attempted kidnapping by running to where she is meeting the marshal, grabbing an ice chipper, and waving at the humongous bad guy. With a marshal on the scene, the bad guy makes his escape.
Oh shit. A darted glance informed her the marshal was standing, arms folded over his chest, waiting for her. The desire to run washed through her. She filled her lungs with a deep breath and resisted the impulse, resolutely walking toward him, opting to keep her eyes lowered. When his boots came in sight, she slowly lifted her gaze, soaking in the details of the man planted like a mountain in front of her. Her initial impression of well-muscled male was confirmed. More than confirmed. What she saw below his belt… Mmm, some things just couldn’t be tucked away and hidden. She felt her cheeks heating and continued her upward perusal. When her inspection reached his face, she met the brightest pair of blue eyes she had ever seen. Unable to put one rational thought behind another, she blinked and succumbed to drowning in fathomless azure pools until they filled her entire vision.
“I asked, are you all right?”
She blinked. The blue eyes have a voice? “Y-yes. Just a bit shaken. My wrist is a little sore.” She wiggled it, puzzled.
“You must be Adrianna Pacquin.”
He was staring down at her. Pull. Yourself. Together. “Yes, I am.” She winced. “I’m so happy to meet you.”
“Hmmm. Well, I don’t think we should continue this conversation here,” he said with a meaningful glance over her shoulder. The bar patrons were still watching them with interest. “Follow me.”
The marshal spun toward the exit. “Don’t forget your credit chip.”