Get Lost in a Story: Nancy Holland New Release: THALGOR'S WITCH

Happy Thursday GLIAS friends! I have a treat for you today. Wonderful author (and my good friend and critique partner) Nancy Holland, a several-time GLIAS guest, has a super special release today and she’s agreed to come back again and share an excerpt with you. It’s not every day an author gets to publish the book of her heart-but when you read THALGOR’S WITCH (from Tule Press) you’ll see why this is one of those “heart books” that was chosen for publication!

Give a big GLIAS welcome back to Nancy Holland!

THALGOR’S WITCH--BLURB

In a land of perpetual war and wandering, warrior Thalgor not only leads his people in battle, but keeps the hope alive that someday his displaced tribe can rebuild the kingdom that was lost to the treachery between witches and men. When he captures a beautiful witch, he knows he cannot trust her. But to succeed in his quest to find a new home and prevail over his enemies, he also knows he needs her.

Erwyn might be a slave and feared for her powers and precognition, but she doesn’t cower when confronted by the feared warrior. Nor does she act as expected. Thalgor’s kindness confuses her. His flashes of humor confound her. And the reaction he ignites in her body creates a longing that she cannot deny.

Neither anticipated falling in love. The stakes are high, but when Thalgor is mortally wounded, Erwyn realizes she must she must accept help from an unlikely source to save him.

HERE'S AN EXCERPT FROM THALGOR’S WITCH

[Erwyn has let Thalgor think her younger sister is her daughter. He asks her why.]

“I thought motherhood might protect me.”

She smelled the leather of his breastplate, the subtle aroma of maleness that surrounded him. She smelled and savored, and hated herself for that as well.

“Protect you from what?”

She pulled free and sat back on the rock. “From you.”

He walked away and stood with his back to her.

“You know I cannot take you by force.”

“I did not want you even to think of me that way.”

He gave a low laugh. “As if I would take captive a witch and her child if I did not think of her that way.”

“But I have been useful to you.”

“Very useful,” he acknowledged, turning back toward her. “But I am not certain it has been worth the trouble you cause.”

“The trouble I cause?” She stood to face him. “I made an enemy of Batte, I know. But you can handle Batte. Otherwise I see no trouble I have caused you.”

He took her by the shoulders.

The delicate trembling in her body began again. The moon behind him shadowed his face so she saw only the movement of his head as he lowered it toward hers.

“No.” She pushed him away and fled back to the camp.

Thalgor sat on the rock Erwyn had abandoned and laughed.

Not caused him trouble! The witch had done nothing else since he first set eyes on her.

She only troubled his body at first. So badly he could scarcely think of anything else, could scarcely sleep, could scarcely look at her without being awash in lust.

The lust had finally overwhelmed all that was sacred to him, even the memory of his mother’s suffering. His need to take doubled by the battle lust that day, he’d carried her off to the woods with every intention of breaking the only vow he ever took.

But she had been so vulnerable, so empty not only of her power, but almost of herself. Empty because she worked to save his wounded men, warriors who would not have been wounded if he’d listened to her warning.

The need to take had died when she fell asleep in his arms. In its place had grown something he could not name at first, but now knew was tenderness. A strange and unexpected thing, that tenderness.

Not that the lust went away. Once the witch was whole again, it returned double. And grew each day.

So he avoided her when he could and cursed his weakness for her when he couldn’t.

Tonight she had confided in him, allowed herself to weep, and he thought perhaps…

She had never been with a man, he realized with a sudden certainty.

His body was swept with waves of lust, tenderness, and a need to protect that fragile body with its great powers.

The Sea Witches gathered their strength from the sea and from their total devotion. She could not become one of them if she surrendered to her desire for him.

He never doubted her desire. He had witch blood enough to see it in her eyes, smell it in the air around her, feel it in her touch. That would have to be enough. For now.

Rygar waited when he reached the edge of the camp.

“Trouble?” Thalgor’s hand went to his sword.

The younger man shook his head. “Erwyn left the camp. You followed her. She returned alone. I came to make sure she didn’t turn you into a toad.”

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