Blurb: A reader gets sucked into the book she’s reading and is trapped, unless she convinces the hero of the story to send her home. Just her luck – the book is unfinished, and its sexy hero is far more alpha male than she’s prepared to handle.

What Naia doesn’t know: the story – and its hero – have been expecting her for quite some time, even though she has no idea what she’s doing there.

Naia must learn quickly how to navigate the dangerous, magical world of Black Moon Draw and find a way to complete her journey with the unlikely, uncooperative hero of the story, who holds the key to returning her home.

Exclusive excerpt from “Black Moon Draw” – a bit of sexy humor in a scene between the heroine, Naia, a reader who has been sucked into a book, and the sexy, alpha Shadow Knight, the hero, who rules the fantasy world Naia is stuck in.
“Are all women of your world hairless from the waist down?” the Shadow Knight asks.

I choke and spew tea everywhere, my face hot. Coughing hard, my eyes water. It takes me a moment to quell the fit, but there’s nothing that will take the heat from my cheeks.

“How do you know that?” I demand, humiliated. “Were you . . . doing things to me when I slept?”

“Aye. Cleaned up the blood. Stitched pieces of you back together. Dressed you.” He’s calm and factual.

I’m speechless.

He points to the corner nearest the bed.

I look, if only because I want to hide my red face. “Oh, god.”

Rags soaked with rusty blood are piled in the corner, knee high and a good two to three feet wide.

That’s my blood. I can assume when I hit the ground that I probably exploded or something but to see evidence of it . . . “How am I alive?”

“You are indestructible.” He stretches forward to grab the mug tilting dangerously from my hands and sets it on a trunk beside the bed. “You should be grateful I cared for your womanly blossoms and not the squire. His hands are not steady enough.”

Could this get any worse? I cover my face. I’ve been naked with men before, of course, but this is him. The man with the sexiest body on the planet, who’s also engaged to someone else, whose hands I’ve already experienced over every inch of my skin – and loved it.

If only I weren’t unconscious when he touched me this time. If that’s not the most embarrassing experience ever, then I don’t know what is. Did he notice the dimples in my ass in the full light of the room?

“Let me guess. You prefer hairy women,” I mumble. I throw off the blankets and walk away to a window that’s shuttered. It’s locked from the inside, and I fumble with the mechanism to open it, needing air.

“I had not thought of it, so long as a woman is a woman,” he says. “The smoothness is pleasant. How came you to have no hair?”

A glance at him is enough to show me he’s amused and regarding me with intense interest I find even more disconcerting. I’ve had the sense more than once since meeting him that he’s teasing me.

Seeing the glint in his gaze, I start to suspect I was right. He’s been screwing with me subtly. I’m not used to being teased and don’t expect someone like him to have a sense of humor at all. I wish he hadn’t chosen something so . . . personal.

“It’s . . . ah . . . Jesus why won’t this open?” I yank at the shutters. I’m fevered and embarrassed, about to cry, because I’m waiting for him to make some horrible joke about the birthmark on my hip or the fact my chubby thighs touch.

I hear him approach but am more concerned about the window. If I can open it, I can breathe, escape, or jump to my death before he says something to hurt my feelings.
“Because you are not calm enough to open them.” He rests a large, warm, calloused hand over mine and I freeze.

The Shadow Knight sweeps my hands down and unlatches the shutters with his other hand. His heat and strength are at my back, close enough for me to feel his muscular presence, his scent winding through my senses. Brownies have been a source of happiness since I was old enough to eat them and his smell calms me.

He pushes open one shutter, his hand remaining over mine on the sill. His left palm goes to my hip and he moves close enough for his hips to rest against my backside.
Do I move or stay? I’m so embarrassed, I don’t want him to see my face, but standing so close does things to my insides that make me feel like I’m crushing on my first love in high school.

I can’t feel this way. I know he’s taken; it’s pure physical attraction. Nothing else. It’ll fade when I see him with his Disney Princess.

A cool breeze sweeps by me, distracting me. It’s a foggy midafternoon, judging by the muted glow of the sun ball overhead. The sexual tension between us is too heavy and makes me nervous.

“I was supposed to get married in three days, so I had a . . .” Brazilian. He’s not going to understand that and my face gets hotter. “. . . had all my hair taken off because I’d never done it and thought it seemed like a neat thing to try, since you’re only supposed to get married once.”

“Married. Bonding between man and woman?”

I nod.

“But you did not.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Why do you want to know?” I say in irritation.

“You are my battle-witch. I should know.”

“Fine. I disappointed him.”

“Ah. He wanted a capable battle-witch.”

Anger floods me at the implication I’m not good enough for Jason. “We don’t have battle-witches!” I almost shout. Turning to face him, I lean back against the wall and glare up at him. “There’s no war or magic or anything in my world! Can you get that through your head?”

He’s too close. Feeling it is one thing. Seeing the width and thickness of his impressive body is another. He appears unaware that he stands in my personal space or maybe he doesn’t care. He rests his hips against mine once more, one hand on my hip, the other going to my collar. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was considering doing something stupid like kiss me.

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Lizzy Ford is the author of over thirty books written for young adult and adult romance readers, to include the internationally bestselling “Rhyn Trilogy,” “Witchling Series” and the “War of Gods” series. Lizzy has focused on keeping her readers happy by producing brilliant, gritty romances that remind people why true love is a trial worth enduring.

Lizzy’s books can be found on every major ereader library, to include: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Sony and Smashwords. She lives in southern Arizona with her husband, three dogs and a cat.

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