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The Great Gann Giveaway is over! Congratulations to my lucky winners, Mary (who won the Sizzling Summer Giveaway waaaaay back in July), Lisa Jo (who won the First Fan To Write to My Email Address prize), Dawna (who won the first of two Gann Giveaway prizes) and Rue (whose name was the last to go into the hat and the first to come out of it)! By the way, Rue, honey, I don’t seem to have your email address anywhere and I need it to send you the book. The book is up on Amazon and has been submitted to Barnes and Noble, so it should pop up there pretty soon. My publisher has begun the thankless task of submitting all my books, Gann included, to Kobo, so we should see it there in the next few weeks. Plans are in the works to submit it to ARE as well, but Apple’s draconian attitude toward erotica may mean I never show up there at all. Like Steve Jobs never looked at porn. Anyway, even though the Giveaway is over, the snippets will continue until Meoraq’s chapter ends, after which, I guess my snippets will have to come from wherever I’m at in Pool Be warned, I do not write chronologically.
I leave tonight for the Bucket Vacation which will terminate (hmmm, bad choice of words) in my surgery, so I will be away for the next three to four weeks. My posts are all pre-scheduled, so the snippets should continue, I just may not be as prompt in responding to comments. Nevertheless, I will be checking in as often as I can, so thanks for reading and enjoy the hop!
He had not decided yet how this made him feel. His masculine pride was, in truth, somewhat insulted, although he knew it was Sheul who had the ultimate judgment over each mortal coupling and therefore His will that she not conceive of him, but only receive Meoraq’s fires. If that was enough to heal her barren womb, so be it; if not, well, Meoraq didn’t particularly want her haunting the halls at House Uyane anyway. Sheul had blessed him at each coupling, sometimes twice, but the sex itself had been as unpleasant as sex could be. Her way of bending silent and motionless beneath him disturbed him. He had given her permission to move, to speak, even to struggle, but she did nothing except to whisper her prayers and drift away when it was over.
Now she seemed dismayed at his leaving, as if it were some failing of hers that drove him out from the city in the dark hours of night—that if she had been more winsome, or if her worn flesh had just been fresher, he might stay and give her the children Sheul had thus far denied her. That she had displeased him, shamed herself, failed God.