Mistress of Tiethla by Jade Twilight
Copyright 2008 Lyrical Press, Inc.

  • Mistress of Tiethla
  • Jade Twilight


    • Alex shook her head. "The Mastive? Is that a title, like a king or lord?"

    Duncan leaned toward her till he was inches from her face. Alex couldn't help it when her eyes focused on his lips and the rough stubble of his jaw and cheeks.

    "He is a very, very powerful man. More powerful than any king or lord ever before."

    "Oh," Alex breathed as he leaned back. She had to close her eyes and shake her head to get rid of the vision of his lips on hers. Never had she been so attracted to anyone this fast before.

    "May I ask you a few questions, Alexandria?" She nodded. "How is it you know our language?"

    "I studied languages. Yours is similar to one from a country in my world."

    "Ah. What were you in your world?"

    Alex ran through her head trying to figure out a word to describe studying and digging up old artifacts. "A historian."

    Duncan laughed, his face broadening with a smile, which lit up his eyes. "You are too lovely and well formed to be a historian. They do nothing but write and read dusty tomes."

    Alex smiled, blushing. It wasn't often she was complimented. "The ones from my world are only slightly different."

    He chuckled again, studying her. His hands moved of their own accord, reaching out and pushing a hair off her forehead. When she didn't pull back, he leaned forward and kissed her tentatively at first. When she returned the kiss, he deepened it.

    Alex's heart sped up as Duncan kissed her. What the hell was she doing? This wasn't like her. Kissing some guy she'd just met not more than a couple hours ago. Then again, who would know, other than her and Duncan? What happens in Tiethla stays in Tiethla.