The moment I crack open a new book, I always rush through the beginning, the budding relationship between the hero and heroine, and anticipate that spontaneous moment when one of them makes their move. The First Kiss. The first turning point in every story.
Every week here on the blog, I’ll be sharing First Kisses from my books and those of other authors.
Enchantress’ Secret by Rain Trueax
She leaned forward to open a wire gate, pulling it back to the rock formation before riding through. The trail wound through more rock formations, some making the trail narrow, and then opened into a meadow flanked by a rock bluff, cottonwoods, and a small stream. Because the cattle hadn’t been given access to it, the grass was tall. Even in May, some gold and purple wildflowers lingered, though the heat would soon have them gone. She loved the fragrance of grass, and from the tall hill beyond, the scent of juniper.
“Beautiful,” he said leaning on the pommel of his saddle. “Like no one’s ever touched it.”
“Only lightly. Let’s get down. I want to talk to you here.”
He smiled. “Just talk?” But he dismounted and ground reined Jock. The horses contentedly grazed on the meadow grasses.
“For now. This is a special place.”
“I can see that. Very private.”
“It is. Only the birds and animals can see into us here.” Overhead, an eagle soared on a high wind she couldn’t feel below. “Come on over to the stream.” There rocks had been placed to form a circle.
“A medicine wheel?” he asked.
“You know Plains Indian religions?”
“Circles are for all religions, but this one is more for sitting, talking and sometimes… other things.”
“A perfect place for– any of that.” He sat on one of the rounded boulders, while she chose one across the circle from him. She saw the faint smile on his lips and knew what he was thinking without probing. She wanted the same thing except… He didn’t know who she was. He didn’t understand what was out there and threatening. Given his view of the world, how could he believe anything she said? Could she trust him enough to tell him? Questions without answers.
“What do you feel here?” she asked finally.
She saw him considering the question, look around, and then back at her. “A hundred birds, a kestrel over on that saguaro, warmth, a breeze picking up, colors, the sound of water, you breathing…”
“You can feel me breathing?”
“As though your warm breath was touching me. I feel you even when you’re over there and obviously don’t want me to touch you, but you are touching me.”
She shivered. “Do you read minds?” she asked.
“Not that I know of. If I had, I’d never have let Pete think he could stay with me. What he’s said since he’s been here tells me what he’s thinking is far worse.”
“I am not thrilled at his working at the Circle C,” she said still trying to decide how many of her secrets she dared tell Nick.
“So tell your foreman not to hire him.”
“I hate to interfere with the workings out here. I will talk to Mom though about my feelings. If he’s a good cowboy, it seems unfair to let my feelings regarding his personality block him.”
“I don’t see why.”
“I don’t like to interfere period.”
“But you can.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You are an enchantress.”
She felt her heart skip a beat. “Now, what do you mean by that?”
“Your beauty ensnares a man. You don’t know that?”
“You mean the physical.”
“Among other things.”
“Nick, I…” Before she could say more or even decide what she would say, he rose and came to her, taking her arms and lifting her from her rock.
“If you don’t want me to do this, you better say no right now,” he said as he bent, his breath now against her mouth. When she said nothing, felt incapable of stopping him, he pressed his lips against hers and then pushed her lips apart with his tongue, invading her mouth as he put his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him.
Her body came awake as she felt the kiss throughout, warming and causing her to feel sensations she’d never felt. She opened her mouth wider and thrust her tongue into his mouth, teasing alongside his. As his hands dropped to her buttocks and pulled her against his growing hardness, she knew she had to stop him. She didn’t want to.
“Not here,” she said, pulling away.
“Isn’t this what you brought me here for? To ensnare me in your beautiful arms.”
She realized her arms were still around him even as they had both loosened their clasp. She stepped away and tried to catch her breath. “No, I wanted to tell you about this place, about me.”
“All right.” He moved back to the boulder on which he’d sat and lowered himself. “So tell.”
“This place is spiritual… It’s where we do rituals, my family and I. It’s magical.”
“It is beautiful.”
“No,” It’s more. It’s where things happen.” She was stumbling over her words. How could she tell him part of it without telling him all of it? He wasn’t ready to hear all of it or believe it.
Enchantress’ Secret by Rain Trueax
Born into a family of witches and shamans, Denali Hemstreet works in the family detective agency. When she is asked to help solve a murder, she meets the police’s primary suspect, the painter, Nick Beringer.
Can a hardened soldier and an idealistic witch find the murderer before more are killed? Someone or something is operating behind the scenes, and the reason for the killings will require a family of witches, a disillusioned shaman, an ex-SEAL, and a few spirit guides to bring a killer to justice.
Book 1 in the Barrio Viejo series is set in Tucson and its surrounding desert and ranch country. Four sisters and their widowed mother will be in all five of the books. Book 2, To Speak of Things Unseen, is now available at AMAZON.
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About Rain Trueax
When writing, I work from our family sheep and cattle operation in the Oregon Coast Range, a desert home near Tucson, Arizona, or from our RV somewhere in the inter-mountain west via satellite link. Our cat kids travel with us– unwillingly I might add. My husband of over 50 years, who I call Ranch Boss, and I have two grown children, and four grandchildren.
In all of my romances, historical, contemporary, suspense, and paranormal, the underlying themes are the values of generosity, hard work, courage, community, and living true to oneself—all the while intertwining the complications of physical attraction, sexuality and outside challenges, whether, malicious or societal. I call my stories ‘Romances with an Edge’ as they are stories of adventure and danger. They are generally spicy (between 3 and 4 on a scale of 1-5). Characters sometimes use strong language, as suits the action.
Romances explore relationships and in often in the most difficult of times. The romance novel can be seen as a fairy tale for adults. There is truth in their stories, as there is in all mythologies. I think of my books as emotional roller coasters for the protagonists who take the reader along. When a romantic novel doesn’t build a bridge between story and reader, it hasn’t fulfilled its highest purpose.
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