Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Exclusive Excerpt - Dreams of a Fierce Heart by Danube Adele

Step one, be spontaneous.                                                           
            He had no idea what was coming, since I’d transferred into his bedroom secretly.
            Step two, be confident and enthusiastic.
            Check, check.
            The article said confidence was sexy and a way for your man to become addicted to you. I loved the sound of that, and wasn’t I here? Ready to be adventurous? Ready to show him he was the one for me? I had this covered.
            Step three, wear something he’s going to want to rip off you.
            Check, check, and check.
            I actually looked womanly, maybe not in a Marilyn Monroe, spilling out of my bra cups, voluptuous sort of way, but in a sleek, athletic way. For the first time in seventeen-and-a-half years, I was totally ultra-feminine and not like a young boy.
            My legs were miles long, covered in white thigh highs that were attached to a white garter belt with delicate pink bows. A matching pink thong framed my butt, my surprisingly rounded butt, considering I was taller than average and had been unavoidably thin during my adolescence. Pink, lacy demi cups gathered my breasts in soft silks, giving me the best cleavage I’d ever had in my life. No one would call me busty, but there was a small handful of soft-looking, milky skin peeking up over the cup of my new, secret lingerie. Wasn’t it a waste to have too much?
            I read that in the article, too. It had been in the magazine Couture and was titled “How to Keep Your Man Satisfied.” Olidia and I had pored over it, cover-to-cover, which was also where I’d seen a vintage picture of Marilyn Monroe, my new feminine icon. She’d become my new obsession, my need to find all things Marilyn an added goal in my search through secret smuggled products transferred from Earth on the black market. It was rare that we were able to come upon such fantastic finds in the Sunan Market Place, but we knew who to see for the pirated loot.
            The prevailing culture amongst the citizens within the capital city of the Sunan nation, Milak, was harshly reserved and overly protective of the women. All I knew was that mindset somehow came from a horrible tragedy. So things like my lingerie and the magazine definitely had to be snuck in with a shipment from Earth of other goods. At this point, I had the article memorized.
            My pose was picture perfect. I was reclined on Nick’s oversized bed amid the soft sheets and plush blankets, surrounded by the warmth of his masculine cavern décor. A light, delicate citrus lotion perfumed the air since I’d slathered it over my body, and I’d been careful to use minty mouthwash. Everything was ready, including every nerve ending on my body.
            I took a deep breath. A surge of feminine power was making me feel bold. That and the instant, powerfully liberating reaction of my body to the small amount of alcohol I’d consumed—no more than a half cup—had me suddenly feeling like this wasn’t just a good idea; it was a great idea. Already, my skin was doing a strange, stimulating, tingling thing, and I had to fight the urge to rub my legs along the soft blankets.
            In an out of the way, closed off, dusty compartment of my mind was the knowledge that what I was doing was dangerous to my reputation and to my family, but I was just as equally certain there was no way I could be found out in this. And with the sweet, delicious effects of the alcohol, durma, circulating through my system, only the thrill of the moment had adrenaline pounding through my body. There wasn’t even a hint of worry or fear of discovery. In fact, I decided durma was my new favorite beverage as my body buzzed and warmed from its effect. It rejected all things negative, so the world felt floaty, safe, peaceful, and filled with happiness where nothing bad could occur.
            Everything was going exactly as planned.
            According to the article, if I’d done everything right, Nick wouldn’t be able to help himself. He was supposed to get an eyeful of me, then come across the room and…well…I wasn’t exactly sure. Kissing and touching would be involved. I hadn’t done this before, but it was going to be great. Amazing. It was going to be the start of something beautiful. Earth-shattering. Life-changing.

Dreams of a Fierce Heart
Book Four
Danube Adele
Genre: Paranormal/Contemporary/Sci-fi Romance

Publisher: Danube Adele Publishing
Date of Publication: 9/9/2019

ISBN: 9781733191609

Number of pages: 470
Word Count: 132, 843
Cover Artist: Evernightdesign – Elle Rossi

Tagline: She’ll do anything to redeem her honor, including putting herself in enemy hands; he’ll do anything to stop her

Book Description:


Some have called me impulsive, and maybe I was, much to my own detriment … at seventeen.

A social pariah in my own nation after being found in a fatally compromising position, I tucked tail and ran to Earth for study, work, and to heal my wounded heart. It took seven years for the opportunity at redemption, to earn my way back home, but it means infiltrating dangerous enemy territory. If the Brausa catch me, I might wish for a quick death.

My goals? I have two of them. Save my childhood friend, our Sunan leader’s last surviving daughter, and, get away from Nick Dylant. His deathbed promise to my older brother has him bulldozing into my life, making demands regarding my safety. He’s even found a way to force a marriage using some obscure, arcane law of old in order to protect me, but if he thinks he can force his will on me, he can think again. There is no way he’s going to control who I am or what I do in this world. 

I don’t need his or anyone’s permission to steal away in the middle of the night with a disguise, a rough map, and an even rougher plan of action, because one thing is for certain: I refuse to join with anyone who sees me as a duty, not when I’ve loved Nick since I was a child. Not when I dream about his kisses and crave his touch.

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About the Author:

Danube Adele wrote her first romance at the age of seven when she penned the story of her dogs falling in love and having puppies. She’s been dreaming up romantic tales ever since. A lifetime resident of southern California, she spends time playing at the beach, camping in Joshua Tree National Park, and hiking Mammoth Mountain. Always a lover of adventure, she and her husband took their sons on a cross country road trip to Florida and back in an old VW Westfalia, that had no A/C, in the month of July, and still, it continues to be the best trip they ever took. Extensive travel and trying new things has kept the creative spark alive. Danube lives with her biggest fans, her loving husband, amazing and wonderful identical twin sons, and a teddy bear of a Rottweiler.

You can find other books in the Dreamwalker series, Quicksilver Dreams #1, Dark Summer Dreams #2, Dreams of a Wild Heart #3, at www.danubeadele.com


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