Damiana Dares

I am hard at work on one short story, and still pecking away at a novella in my spare time, so I am not really blogging about anything lately.


I thought in the meantime, I'd share with you a brief passage from one of my favorite romance authors, Teresa Medeiros.  This is from her book Charming the Prince and if you like well-written romance with great plots, humor and a writing style that doesn't just paint pictures, it builds entire fairytale castles and peoples them and weaves a whole tapestry, then I suggest you read her books!


Had he seized her lips as roughly as he had seized her hands, she might have been able to resist him. But his mouth closed over hers with such unspeakable tenderness, she feared she might already be dreaming. A kiss so enchanting should have broken every curse, granted every wish, given even the saddest story a happy ending. As he explored the moist warmth of her mouth with his tongue, Willow knew she would not die a dried-up old virgin. When she lay upon her hard, narrow cot in the convent, gazing out the window at the falling snow and dreaming of this moment, her body would weep for him just as it was weeping now.