The Gathering Storm
Daughters of the People # 6
By- Lucy Varna
Genre- Fantasy/ Romance /Romantic Suspense
Sigrid Glyvynsdatter and Will Corbin
work to discover the secrets of the Bones of the Just.
Sigrid snapped her fist back, preparing to
punch. A hard hand wrapped itself around her upper arm, holding her in place. She swiveled
around and came face to face with the bartender.
“I said no fighting.”
Sig yanked at her arm. “Stay out of this,
barkeep.”
He stared her down, one hand wrapped around
her arm, the other loose at his side. “My bar, my rules. You don’t like them, there’s the
door.”
“Run away, now, coward,” Moira
sneered.
Sig jabbed her elbow back and missed. Damn
it, where had the little firebrand gone?
The barkeep snagged Sig’s other arm and
yanked her against his chest. “No fighting,” he gritted out, and his mouth came down on hers,
hot and hard and demanding.
Her anger over Moira’s smart mouth
evaporated into incredulity. Who did this upstart think he was, assaulting a Daughter of her
breeding and reputation? She’d plowed through so many men just like him, she couldn’t even
remember all their names, and he thought he could tame her with a simple kiss?
The very idea was laughable.
He yanked away from her, breaking the
kiss.
She wriggled her shoulders. “Let
me—”
“When you calm down,” he said, and he slid his
mouth across hers again, softer, less urgently.
A slow thrum of heat tripped into her blood. It
had been months since she’d allowed a man to kiss her, months more since wicked desire had
heated her blood. Perhaps she could give this man a moment more before she lashed out and
taught him a lesson. She relaxed against him. Why not? One kiss wouldn’t kill her and it would
lure him into dropping his guard. She could dispatch him after she’d taken her pleasure and pay
the requisite fines on the morrow, if his kin insisted.
He hummed against her mouth and shifted his
grip, one masculine hand cupping her nape, the other at her waist. His lips were supple against
hers, giving, and his tongue darted out, testing the seam of her lips.
Heat threaded steadily through her, growing
inch by inch, and the noise around them faded. She parted her lips, inviting him in, and gripped
his hips over low-waisted jeans. He was warm against her, solid, and patient in his explorations.
His tongue dipped into her mouth, teasing her, and he nipped her lower lip.
Desire stuttered to life inside her and her skin
tingled. Oh, he was good, so good, and deliciously sweet. She flicked her tongue out. Mint and
chocolate mingled together in his mouth, and she tasted him again and again, eagerly sampling
what he willingly offered.
His hand tightened on her nape. He eased
away and stared down at her, his light green gaze oddly dispassionate. “Next time, you’re
out.”
He let her go and pivoted away, pushing
through curious onlookers toward the back room.
Sig staggered into the bar next to Moira. “Pick
another fight with me.”
Moira snickered. “Aiming to get kicked
out?”
“Aiming for another kiss.” Sig sucked her lower
lip into her mouth and tasted him. Mmm. Mint and chocolate. A delightful combination.
About the Author-
Lucy Varna lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains
of northeast Georgia, surrounded by her large, extended family. She's a voracious reader and
enjoys nothing more than losing herself between the pages of a good book. Her writing draws
extensively on her background in genealogy, history, and archaeology, as well as on her eternal
love of Science Fiction, Fantasy, the paranormal, and suspense.
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