It was almost like my nana stood next to me and offered the same advice that she’d given me so many times in the past.
But sleep didn’t bring me peace. Instead I woke up from an erotic dream with a deep longing inside of me. Groaning, I rolled onto my stomach and tried going back to sleep, but the scenario from my dream wouldn’t go away.
I’m not crazy. It’s just because I’ve been inside my characters’ heads all day. It’s just my imagination playing tricks on me.
Still, recalling my dream of being pressed into the mattress by a large, strong, and very aroused Nman made everything from below my navel feel molten with lust.
Mark, it was Mark…I told myself because admitting that my dream had been a sexual version of what happened in the hay barn between Tyton and me would be mortifying.
I’m not interested in sex with a man and I’m not turned on by male dominance in any way. That would just be ridiculous for a modern woman like myself.
Ridiculous and sad!
Turning over on my back again, I covered my face with my hands and groaned.
The idea to include some of Tyton’s writing in my book came sneaking. If it could affect me the way it had, maybe readers would feel the same way. What better way to write a book about the Northlands than to have the perspective of an Nman?
It would have to be a romance then.
Few wrote romance novels nowadays, and none that were steamy, but there was still an audience for the antique books in that genre, so why not?
Sitting up with the energy of someone who had slept twelve hours, I pushed my comforter away, grabbed Tyton’s pages, and raced down to the typewriter.
CHAPTER 16
Bloody Hell
Tyton
There was still dew on the grass when I walked to the border wall. The morning sun had only peeked over the horizon and was bringing the promise of a warm August day.
Yesterday I’d given Devina five pages with strong sexual undertones and at that moment it had seemed like a good idea.
Now, I was worried that she’d be offended or worse: scared. What if she changed her mind and stopped writing us because of my attempt to be funny? If Devina changed her mind and decided not to come for Wilma’s wedding after all, my sister would be so disappointed.
And so would I.
The truth was that I’d gone from hating the idea to looking forward to picking her up on the beach.
My interactions with unmarried women outside my family were almost nonexistent, and Devina had become the biggest puzzle in my life since she showed up at our doorstep. For a woman to be that brave and independent blew my mind, like the way she had refused my help and run to the beach rather than getting a ride from me!
She was different from Northlander brides and it intrigued me. Not only was she close to my age, she was calm, mature, and possessed natural beauty that she didn’t cover up with heavy make-up.
My only chance of getting married and starting my own family in this lifetime was to enter Tamara’s tournament and fight for her. Unless…
My heart almost skipped a beat when the hunter inside me rose up to his full height.
Unless I can seduce Devina and make her mine.
Reaching the border wall, I spotted the bottle in the grass and jogged to it, while my eyes searched for the other bottle. Disappointment made my lungs feel too small. There was only one bottle and that meant she hadn’t answered me in a separate message like I’d hoped for.
Fuck! I shouldn’t have sent those pages.
Squatting down, I picked up the bottle and opened it. Expecting to see a letter for Wilma, I was excited to see my name on top of the paper.
I hope this letter finds you well, Tyton.
Thank you for your contribution to my book. I found your unexpected angle to the storyline intriguing. I’ve included most of it in my book with a few edits for a smoother flow.
