Free Knotted by Viola Grace Page B

I thought until I met you. How could I let a woman with such a green touch slip through my fingers? My Irudan roots would not let that happen.”
    She chuckled. “So, you want me for my touch?”
    Skorin smiled. “I do.”
    Rowen leaned back against him. “I suppose it would make it easier for Devnin to do my tattoo.”
    “He told me that you recognized him by his mouth.”
    “And voice. It was the combination that tipped me off.” She chuckled.
    “Should I be jealous?”
    “That I can recognize another Guardian? I think that would be a good thing. At least I know you when you creep into my bed at night.”
    Skorin pressed a kiss to her temple. “I am not used to feeling protective.”
    “The term you are looking for is possessive, but you are my legal husband and I will not break that contract.”
    “Am I simply a contract to you?” There was something plaintive in his tone.
    She leaned back and stared into his eyes. “No, but it is where we started, the base that we stand on. Everything we are now and will become in the future rests on that base.”
    “So, from here we move forward?” Amusement was in his gaze. He tipped her to her back and remained inside her as he slowly rocked his hips.
    “Forward, back and forth, up and down. The base is still the same. I am for you as you are for me. That is all.”
    “I will have to publicly announce my identity if you are going to be travelling to and from the base.”
    She lifted her knees and arched her hips into his. “Whatever. Get me a personal vehicle and I will follow you anywhere.”
    He lifted her hands with his and pinned them over her head. “Promise?”
    “Well, as long as I can still live most of my life in the gardens. I need to work with plants, Skorin.” It was surreal to have a serious conversation while he held her down and thrust into her.
    “You will work with plants, Rowen Nakkua. I promise.” He twisted against her and began to thrust in earnest.
    With the promise made and immediate matters taken care of, Rowen let him send her senses soaring with shadows moving and snapping around them as the frenzy grew.
    For her first week on a new world, Rowen was impressed on how well she had adapted to the alien society. All she needed now was to find a way to convince Akadeel that evening gowns were not a wardrobe necessity and life would be on the way to perfect.
     

 
     
Author’s Note
     
     
    I made Rowen a gardener because as of writing this, my yard has still not appeared for the snow. I hate gardening personally, but when you can’t grow or see anything green, you really miss it.
    Skorin was all about my love for the silence of the evening. I often work until false dawn, so now, my brain begins sparking at sundown. It makes things tricky when it involves going out with friends.
    The next book is Lady and Devnin will get the Terran he ordered, and she will freeze him in place. She’s my eternal winter but can the cheerful and gregarious Fire Fall thaw her out?
     
    Thanks for reading,
     
    Viola Grace
    http://www.violagrace.com
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About the Author
     
     
    Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
    Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an