Snippet Saturday – Fighting Lady Jayne

“Defining Moments”

An Excerpt From: FIGHTING LADY JAYNE
Copyright © MICHELLE M. PILLOW, 2009

Jayne had watched the firsts as they walked into the hall. The first one seemed too bitter and more interested in pointedly ignoring them. Sorin chose Lilith. Guess the man had a thing for blondes. Ronen’s interest was obvious. By the way he eyed all the women’s forms, he was just horny and looking for a place to find release. The fact annoyed her a little, but she assured herself she had no reason to care. Men got horny. It was the way of things. Besides, he meant nothing to her. Then there were the last three knights—two of whom seemed more interested in each other than the women and one who appeared disinterested in everything.

Ronen it is. Besides, handling one is better than taking on many.

Horny she could work with, perhaps even enjoy, especially when the man had the body of a warrior. Thick muscles held a tightly constructed frame, forming the perfect specimen of masculine beauty. But unlike the others, he had an ease to his movements. Dark waves framed his face, falling to his shoulders. He looked a lot like his brother, only shorter and less menacing. Then there were his eyes, dark and deep and expressive. She’d have to be careful of those eyes.

Jayne preferred to fight with her fists, but feminine wiles could work just as well. She let a small smile curl her lips. People around her talked, but she ignored them, focusing all her concentration on what she was doing. She kept her sights on her target. Ronen made a move to sit, but froze mid-action at her look.

That’s right, sunbeam, I’m looking at you.

Stepping out of line, she walked right for him. Jayne let her hips sway, being sure to keep her back to the firelight. The action wasn’t lost on Ronen. His eyes went straight to her waist.

Jayne felt the gaze of the crowd on her, but that didn’t make her nervous. She was used to an audience. Still watching him, she stepped up the two stairs to reach the high table and lifted his goblet of liquor. With her hands bound, it was hard to hold onto the goblet, but she managed. Ronen practically fell into his chair. Closing her eyes, she drank deeply, purposefully letting little trails of liquid slide down her neck and into the ugly white gown’s bodice. Jayne ignored the burning sensation that numbed her tongue and heated her throat and stomach.

When she finished, she set the goblet back down and licked her lips. Ronen’s eyes followed the gesture, his mouth agape. Jayne put her bound hands on the table, leaned across the wooden top and stated, “Mine.”

A round of gasps met her declaration. She was pretty sure by the look on Ronen’s face that no woman had pulled this little stunt before. Well, they were sorely mistaken if they thought she was just going to stand there and be a timid little creature awaiting the first guy who decided he wanted to fuck her.

“Pardon me?” the man managed weakly, glancing back and forth as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard and needed outside confirmation.

She’d shocked him. Good. She would twirl his mind around in so many circles he wouldn’t be able to see straight. By the time she was done with him, he’d try to conquer the entire country of Staria if she demanded it.

“Mine,” she declared even louder.

He looked down at her chest before drawing his gaze back to her eyes. Ronen shook his head in denial. “It does not work—”

“Sunbeam, I’m sure it works just fine,” she whispered, giving a meaningful glance down to his crotch. Was she mistaken or was Mr. Happy poking his head up to play?

“What?” He looked at his lap, jumping a little. “Of course that works—”

Laughter broke out at the head table, cutting him off. His lips pressed tightly together.

Jayne pointed at the man who’d made Sorin’s announcement. “Say it.”

“My lady?” the man asked in surprise. Jayne rolled her eyes. Had none of these men ever seen a strong-willed woman before? “Lord Ronen, shall I…?”

“Say mine, Lord Ronen.” Jayne leaned closer, parting her lips. Keeping her tone sultry and filled with erotic promise, she panted, “Say it. Say Jayne is mine.”

“Mine,” Ronen mouthed, as if entranced. He cleared his throat, nodding. With more force, he repeated, “Mine.”

“Good boy,” Jayne blew him a quick kiss and stood. She again turned to the announcer. “Well? Get on with it.”

“Rejoice!” the man called. “Lord Ronen has also chosen. The house of Firewall is complete. This is truly a day blessed by the gods!”

Jayne suppressed her laugh. Poor, poor, Ronen. You’re so out of your league.

About the book:
Fighting Lady Jayne by Michelle M. Pillow
Alternate Reality Romance
Ebook Release May 15, 2009

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