TSK, TSK, What to Read?: BLOG TOUR: Tempted by the Storm by Maxine Mansfield

For Adult 18+ Readers

Larksong Hammerstrike hasalways been just the younger sister of Princess Aryanna. Never quite as prettyor as smart, always lacking, a mere empath whose power gets her into troublemore often than not. But at Carnalval, the festival of all things sexual, sheunleashes her sensual side for a night in the arms of a masked stranger. Whenmorning dawns, Lark can't resist a peek beneath the mask of her lover and isonce again crushed by fate. The man of her lusty adventure is none other thanthe future Lord of the High Elves and destined to marry her sister. As heir tothe kingdom of Landis and current instructor of wizardry at the Academy ofMagical Arts, Sarco Sunwalker is honor bound to rise above the temptation ofthe beautiful empathic student who invades his mind, body, and soul. But whensparks fly, lightning strikes, and thunder rolls, Sarco finds himself more thantempted by the storm of Lark's passion and vows to find a solution that willprevent a war between races, fulfill an infamous quest, and win Lark's hand.

There was only one wordthat could describe the creature standing before him. Wonderful.
“Did you say something?” the woman whispered.
He shook his head. “Nothing, I just can’tbelieve my luck. You really are real and here with me.”
She smiled, but her smile didn’t extend to hereyes.
Before another heartbeat passed or anotherbreath taken, he stood at her side. With tenderness, he gazed into her gentle,masked face and took both of her hands in his. He was humbled as her fingerstrembled even more than his own did. “We don’t have to do this if you’d rathernot.”
She smiled wider, and her eyes gleamed withmischief. “I suppose we might as well. After all, we’re already here, andyou’re at least halfway undressed.”
Sliding his hands up her arms and around hershoulders to her back, Sarco felt for and found the clasps holding her gowntogether. With the flick of a wrist, they gave way, and with a swish, the silkyfabric fell to her hips exposing lush, rose-tipped breasts. Just the right sizeto hold in both hands, to fondle, to caress, to taste.
“Hmm, it seems you’re halfway undressedyourself.”

Maxine Mansfield writesfantasy, erotic romances. She lives in the far northern state of Alaska wherethe summer days are long and the winter nights even longer.
She has one very special man, his three equallyspecial children, and their six delightful grandchildren in her life. Not tomention a very bossy African Grey parrot named Gabriel. Oh, and Gnomes! Many,many Gnomes.