Strands of Love by N.J. Walters

STRANDS OF LOVE, the final book in the Tapestries series, is here! This ménage a trois fantasy series is one of my most popular. I'm so glad it's all available once again.

The series in order is:
Christina's Tapestry
Bakra Bride
Woven Dreams
Threads of Destiny
Embroidered Fantasies
Fabric of Fate
Strands of Love

Strands of Love

Tapestries, Book 7

Tied to the land in a way that only another Texan can understand, Samantha Calloway is facing mounting debts and a merciless drought as she struggles to save the farm that’s been in her family for generations. Unwilling to surrender to an unscrupulous neighbor who offers her a way out, Samantha is left hoping for a miracle when she’s stunned by the mysterious appearance of two hulking, otherworldly warriors on her land—men who stir an undeniable sensual desire in her.

               

Darian and Jace Hunter are deeply committed to the welfare of their expansive lands and all the people who rely on them, but privately they are also deeply saddened at the prospect of living out their lives without the blessing of a loving woman. They know well the stories of the magic tapestry that might bring them a bride, but they’re still shocked when the tapestry appears—and mysteriously transports them to the world of the beautiful and sensitive Samantha.

As the brothers try to explain the promise of the tapestry to a skeptical Samantha, the trio are suddenly transported back to Javara, where Samantha soon learns that the brothers are as deeply dedicated to the land as she is—and also dedicated to unleashing the power of their passion to bring her to sexual heights she’d never imagined. And as she’s confronted with a choice between returning to her home alone or forsaking it all for a chance at a loving life with Darian and Jace, they will stop at nothing to entice her with every glorious erotic pleasure and unquestioning devotion to win her heart and a lifetime of unending love . . .

EXCERPT

“What the hell have you done to me? Did you drug me?” Sam was angry, but beneath the anger he heard her fear, and that just wouldn’t do.

“Do you remember the tapestry?” Jace asked her, keeping his voice low just as he would when dealing with a high-strung filly.

“The small rug.” She rubbed her temple and frowned. “Yeah, I think so. But that couldn’t have happened. A rug doesn’t simply float in the air.”

“This one does. A powerful sorceress created the tapestry a very long time ago.” Jace relaxed his stance as he continued speaking, keeping his arms loose by his sides. Darian carefully inched slightly behind Sam, ready to catch her if she decided to run.

“In Javara women are scarce and the sorceress gifted our world with the tapestry. Once or twice a generation, the tapestry brings a woman from another world to ours. It is a woman who has the potential to thrive in our world.” Jace frowned, still not understanding what had happened. “The tapestry has come several times in our generation and this is only the second time in history that the tapestry has taken any of us with it when it went to find the woman.”

Sam crossed her arms over her chest and scowled and Jace. “That’s all fine and good for you, but I want to go home.”

“Sam,” he began, but she wasn’t having any of it and actually stamped her foot.

“No, I don’t want to hear it. I want to go home. Now.”

Jace shook his head slowly, his heart breaking for her, for all of them. Obviously, the tapestry had made a grave error. Sam was a wealthy woman in her world, a landowner. Nor did it seem as though she was interested in them at all.

He, on the other hand, was totally enthralled by her, her strength and obvious courage, her beauty and kindness. She’d taken two strangers into her home, offering them refreshments from such priceless glass cups. What could they offer her here?

Their hearts and their love. It was all they had to give. Their loyalty and the promise of a family. But would it be enough?

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N.J. Walters is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.

                  

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Why Gargoyles?

I recently finished my story for the next Naughty Literati anthology, Naughty Flames.  Like my story from last year’s winter anthology, it involves gargoyles. Because of the mythology I’ve established for gargoyles in my world, winter is about the only time I can do interesting stories for them since that’s the time period when they can assume human form. That works for me since I don’t want to limit myself to gargoyle stories but I do enjoy writing about them.

So, why do I like gargoyles so much? Beats me.

I’d like to leave it at that, but I’m a writer, so of course I have a few more thoughts and words about it.

What is it about gargoyles that makes them so fascinating? Maybe the fact that they’re just so very homely, and humans have an odd soft spot for the outrageously ugly. They’re kind of underdogs by definition. Except that we often picture them as strong, fierce, and able to fly. Yup, bit of a paradox there.

Because they often grace churches and large public buildings and are usually built high on the structure and shown facing outward, we tend to view them as guardians or at least lookouts. And there we start to get an interesting contrast, because if they’re guarding anything, they’re guarding the building, and by extension, us, the people who use that building. So they’re doing a service for us.

It’s kind of hard to figure out just what they’re guarding us against, but I suspect that line of thought could lead to another series of stories when I do start to get a glimmer of the dark side these creatures help to keep at bay.

For me, the contrast between an ugly exterior and a beautiful soul inside is one of the features that fascinates me. I guess it’s a Beauty and the Beast kind of archetype, with a heroine who comes to realize that looks are important, but they aren’t the most reliable mirror of the soul within.

Excerpt From THE AGREEMENT by Francesca Hawley

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Blurb:
Can the arranged marriage between Lord Thanos and Lady Zayna move in a new direction or will they remain perpetually at war?

Genre/Theme:
BBW romance, fantasy romance

Copyright © Francesca Hawley, 2016

Chapter One

He moved to the mirror with the grace of one of the gods and stood in front of it, beautifully nude. His long black hair hung wet from his bath, combed back. His perfectly tanned muscles drew her eyes and she dampened with hunger for him. Glancing at her, he bent and spread lather over his face. He took up his razor and began to shave while she sat up on one elbow.

Despite her desire, she gave no sign of her thoughts when she said, “Good morning, dear.”

Zayna knew her perky tone annoyed him, as it drew only a grunt from her husband so she hid her smile knowing he wasn’t a morning person. He’d tried to wake her this morning so they could couple again after a marathon session the night before.

She’d woken to his touch, but as she was turned on her side facing away from him, he didn’t know it. Despite her feigned sleep, she’d responded to his fingers as they played with her to ready her for him. Then she’d opened for his thick cock when Thanos slid inside her, thrusting deeply until he climaxed but she had no complaints for she had climaxed, too. She usually did when they had sex, but she always hid her response as much as she could. Her body shuddered—she couldn’t prevent it—but she stayed silent. Never making sounds of pleasure or begging for his touch.

To keep him coming back to her bed, she played with his ego. When he asked her if she climaxed, she would look at him with an expression that said, if you want me to, I’ll say yes but she said, “It was very nice, dear.” He never knew if she meant it.

It would be fatal for her plans if he knew she enjoyed it when they fucked. Fuck was the right word. They didn’t make love. Sometimes she wished for tenderness from her husband, but he didn’t seem to be a tender man and their marital agreement was so dry, feelings of love seemed contrary. Or so she had convinced herself. Still, taking Thanos pleased her.

She turned her gaze back to him only to find him watching her via the mirror. She blinked and forced a bland expression onto her face. He gave her a faint smile, seemingly glad to catch her watching him. But how could she not? Every move he made caused his muscles to flex under his golden skin. Oh how she longed to run her hands over him, but she was caught in a trap of her own making. Touching him showed her desire, so she remained passive beneath him.

It always came back to that damn agreement. Their marital agreement permitted him to fuck whomever he wished, and she’d signed her name to it. To her knowledge, he had taken several women on the holding as leman in the six months they had been married. The beddings had been brief, thank the Goddess.

She couldn’t complain, though she wanted to…loud and often. But she didn’t. It was as well that she didn’t love him, ignoring the twinge in her chest as she tried to convince herself she didn’t care.