Cross of Tarlis By JULIE A. D'ARCY 

If you enjoy Fantasy Romance which is a little different than the norm, with lots of action, twists and turns, rugged handsome tainted heroes, Mythical beings, creatures of Fey and heroines who do not mind getting a little blood on their hands, you have come to the right place!

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Back cover: The Cross of Tarlis

Five hundred years has passed since the great Mage War. Sernon of Asomos was defeated

 and his bones lay at the bottom of a glacial lake. His spirit roams forever in the void.

Tarlis is at peace.  Or is it?

Deep within the waters of Lake Dalen-Gae, evil stirs.

 Princess of the Wolfhead is kidnapped by the High Priest of the Urakians and used in a dark ritual to raise Sernon of Asomos, a sadistic necromancer bent on enslaving the people of Tarlis

 There is an Urakian uprising and enemy warriors swarm the land.One woman is named in an ancient Elisian prophecy. She is Tannith, Princess of Ellenroh, descendant of Dragonbane, King of the old code. Only by her hand can the pieces of the legendary Cross of Tarlis be assembled, and with its use in raising their God, Magus, can freedom be restored to their realm.

            But Sernon also desires the famed talisman. He believes that with the right ritual he can use the Cross to open portals to other worlds that will lead him to treasure and unbelievable power.  In a perilous land, facing an uncertain future, Tannith pins her hopes on two men: Kaden of the Wolfhead, second son of a cursed king, haunted by his failure to save his family, and stop his older brother from being transformed to an Ice Tiger; and Etanandril Jarrisendel, Captain of the Elisian Elite, her childhood friend, and the man who loves her.

            One will become a King. The other will face his fears and become a hero.

            Both will become legends.

A mixture of Heroic and Dark Sorcery, myth, magic, courage, adventure and love.

 Picture from Terry Brooks, Elf Queen of Shannara

Dorrachian War Song

‘We Dorrachians stand and fight,

Great courage fills our heart.

Ever for us the sun will shine,

Ever the night depart:

Our faith is in the power of right,

No truth, no shame can cheat;

Ten thousand times we'd rather die,                                          

Than sound a base retreat.

So come to me o' enemy mine,

Lift your sword up high,

And death to you this day will come,

And with your Gods ye'll dine.’

                                          Julie A. D'Arcy

    EXCERPT

Kaden’s arms came about her and he scooped her up and waded toward the shore. Lowering her to the grass, he came down over her and settled in the cradle of her thighs. Adjusting his weight, he looked down into her eyes. They were dark pools of purple, and she appeared a delicate illusion of Fayrie, almost ethereal. He knew he had to ask one more time, even if the answer broke his heart. “There will be no turning back after this. Are you sure…?”

            She put a finger to his lips. “I know what I am doing.”

            He searched her face for a heartbeat more, nodded then bent to trail soft wet kisses down her breasts, stomach and over her hips.

Tannith gasped as a strange swirling began in her navel and transcended to the secret place between her thighs. He hooked his arms under her legs, and drew them apart, then very slowly, lowered his lips to press against her soft flesh and thrust his tongue into her tight warm opening. She bucked and writhed trying to pull away, but he held her firm and settled her with gentle words of love.

He returned his mouth to the place that burned between her thighs.

Rocking back and forth, her breath came in short sharp bursts, and the tension grew. She moaned for release, her muscles tightened. Higher and higher, faster and faster, like a spring ready to uncoil… She clutched at the grass with both hands.

He touched her with his tongue where no man had ever dared, and worked his magic with his hands. She panted, cried her release and clutched at his shoulders…

He rose over her, the tip of him resting inside her, and she arched up and pulled his body down hard into hers.

         Kaden had wanted to take things slowly, not to frighten or hurt her. But just like the woman he knew, his woman, she rushed headlong, even into this. He had watched her eyes widen, first with surprise, then pain, then with wonder.

        His hands slid down to rest over the curve of her bottom. “Trust me,” he whispered......