Originally posted by Renee Scattergood:
Welcome to this week's Friday Author Spotlight! Today we're featuring T.S. Adrian's first novel in the Shadyia Ascendant series, Beneath the Silver Rose.A graduate in history, specializing in Central-European history, T.S. Adrian is an avid computer gamer, reader enthusiast, and teacher of English as a foreign language. Adrian currently resides in Poland.
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Forbidden Passion in an Age of Veiled Magic!In the cold halls of the Silver Rose palace, sisters are schooled in the arts of pleasure, but are forbidden from falling in love themselves. When Shadyia breaks the tenants of the sorority, her penance is to appease an order of vicious knights to protect the sisterhood from the wrath of their crusade.
Caught between an ancient conflict of Order and Chaos, Shadyia must conceal her romance with a fellow sister while uncovering the mystery of a powerful magician who masquerades as a wealthy scholar.
Time is running out as Shadyia, with sword in hand, descends beneath the Silver Rose into a labyrinth of deadly traps and shadowy guardians. For only there can she defy the crusaders and avert the prophecy of a darkness that returns to consume the world.
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The wolfguard rushed forward and seized her arms. Amrita shot her a seething look, but changed to an expression of pleading as Dunstan glared back down at her. “Mercy, Lord. She’s just a girl.”
Dunstan sneered, a look of victory in his eyes. “She’s no girl. And, from the way William boasted, he’s quite taken with her.” He turned his vulturous gaze on Shadyia and followed her curves. “But, after my men are finished, he won’t find her so attractive.”
Disgust nearly forced her to twist away, but she closed her mind to Dunstan’s words. Think. Don’t struggle. The calloused hands clamped on her biceps offered no hope for escape. What could she do?
Disgust nearly forced her to twist away, but she closed her mind to Dunstan’s words. Think. Don’t struggle. The calloused hands clamped on her biceps offered no hope for escape. What could she do?
Once again, Dunstan addressed the women in the audience chamber. “Let this stand as a warning. My horse is not to be defeated, at the Diamond, or anyplace else!”
Deception. It was her only chance. Deceit had worked six years ago when the king’s men had found her covered in blood near a dead noble. It would work here as well. She went limp and hung in the men’s arms, her dark hair obscuring her face. The wolfguard’s laughter jostled their hands.
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