A dryad's place in the scheme of things is to sexually please the lesser Gods, primarily the Satyrs. When a dryad discovers humans, she decides she wants more out of life. Will she be able to get it, and what will be the cost?
Before the days of civilization man is making the transition from spear throwing nomad to iron bearing warrior. While scouting out a new home, a druid notices a powerful force in the earth – a ley line. The path of power is only the first of many strange happenings to occur within the forest as a dryad takes notice of the men, creatures she has not seen before. Curious, she turns to her satyr lover to ask about the strange creature and receives an ominous warning. Woden, the leader of the gods, has decreed that contact with man is forbidden. Even the law of a god cannot quell her curiosity. She wishes to know man, to experience the love and tenderness that her half-goat lover cannot give her, but will she survive the coming of man and the wrath of both lesser and greater gods?
ISBN: 978-1-60054-301-2
Length: 45 pages / 13,700 Words
Genre: Dark Fantasy Erotica
Rating: Shooting Star
Price: 2.75
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Excerpt:
By mid morning, Gormghiolla had come to a grassy knoll. A huge oak tree rose from its center as if it owned the land, a king surrounded by his subjects. He stopped and stared at the massive tree. Roots as thick as his thigh penetrated the ground with fingers of wood. The gnarled truck rose from the earth like a column of wood, too wide for him to reach around. Its leaf covered limbs rose to the sky in a dark green umbrella that shaded the entire center of the clearing. His heightened senses told him the tree held power, it resonated with magic.
He pulled his cowl back, trying to take it all in.
A slim figure stepped out from behind the oak, a naked woman.
Her hair fell about her shoulders like corn silk, small blue flowers and tiny green leaves sprinkled here and there throughout the wavy fibers. Her green eyes were wide with fear, curiosity, and something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, as if she held knowledge and wisdom that he would never grasp. Thick lips parted slightly with a sensual curiosity, their green tint, bright as the grass that surrounded the tree, matched her stiff nipples and the slightly darker areola that rode on fist sized breasts. Her womanhood lay hidden behind a nest of hair, matching her hair with blue flowers and tiny leaves.
Author Bio:
Bret Jordan has lived in Southeast Texas all his life. He is married and has four children, girls with an array of personalities that often boggle his mind. By day he programs computers and by night he works as a freelance artist. When not working, drawing, or spending time with his family he reads and writes stories of horror and dark fantasy. On summer weekends he can often be found running his motorcycle down the roads of East Texas.
Visit him at www.bretjordan.com
