The Hornet Slayer

Chances Press, LLC

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 122,000
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Will a forbidden love on the fringes of society stand the test of time?

“The music was working its magic in the hot afternoon and she moved to the slow beat of its wonderfully flowing rhythm. She could feel the insane heat in his eyes without turning around. He stood, cupped her breasts and gently ran his hands over and under the swell of them, weighing them in his hands, surprised at the heaviness. She laid her head back against him and her hair fell across his chest. Drew’s erection was almost painful. Oh dear sweet Jesus, so this was why Adam was thrown out of Eden, what a ride that must’ve been”.

Drew Down, an accomplished son of a rich Kentucky planter, is destined to be the richest man in America; however, his life-long love for Daisy, a young, beautiful slave on his grandparent’s plantation, threatens to unravel their world and destroy their families. In this sweeping saga beginning with his lessons with beautiful Celeste in the house of her grandmother, Celestine, the Civil War, the collapse of King Cotton, and exiles to Europe, two lovers struggle to be true to their hearts despite society’s disapproval.

Drew is the courageous hornet slayer who uses his wealth and power to fight social and legal dragons, but Daisy is the calming force who captures the slayer’s heart with kindness and fights to secure her family’s place in what will become the melting pot of America.

The Hornet Slayer
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The Hornet Slayer

Chances Press, LLC

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 122,000
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Drew looked at Celeste. The light from the lantern was casting a soft light on her face, picking up the gold flecks in her blue eyes; once again he knew he’d be lost. So be it. In a slow and sensual move he pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly. She opened her lips to him and opened his mouth gently with her tongue. He was drowning, he knew it. So be it; death was blonde and delicate. She was delicious and had a roaming tongue matched only by his. The few girls in the county he had kissed kept their lips hard and flat, and once Daisy kissed him and her lips were soft and yielding, but nothing like this. Oh, sweet death, thy name is Celeste Dubois. His arms tightened around her and pulled her closer still. His tongue was plundering now, and he was holding her so tightly, he could feel her breast heaving against his chest. His erection was well hidden and with so many of her crinolines and petticoats between them; she would never imagine how on fire he was. Ah, a young man’s folly, to think he can… think, when he has an erection. Celeste ran her hand lightly down his chest to his groin.

“Ah, yes there it is, my love.” She whispered into his mouth. “And again, it’s magnificent. Say goodnight to your horse, my sweet and come upstairs with me.” Drew thought he would burst. If he went upstairs with her he could not be responsible for his actions. He had best stay right here with Roman and hope for cold water to fall from the sky. Celeste walked back out of the stable as softly as she had come. Her light Gardenia scent was not only intoxicating, it was making him stupidly drunk. He looked over at Roman; he could swear the horse was shaking his head in disgust. What the hell has my grandfather done to me? Is this more punishment for Daisy? I know I won’t be able to bear it. His grand-mere had not made enough pillows to save his head from what this would bring down on him.

“Roman, don’t judge, big guy? You just wait; that little chestnut over there’ll be in her time sooner or later and then let’s see how you handle it, sir.” He did not quite know what to do. Roman could use a good rubdown and it would give him time to think.

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