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Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Excerpt: A Sorceress of His own by Dianne Duvall / @authorstaproom @DianneDuvall

Title: A Sorceress of His Own
Series: The Gifted Ones, Book 1
Author: Dianne Duvall
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: June 2, 2015
Genre: Historical (Ancient), Fantasy, Romance

From the New York Times bestselling author of the acclaimed Immortal Guardians series comes an enchanting new series full of romance, danger, and loyalty: The Gifted Ones

Since the day Lord Dillon earned his spurs, rumors of his savagery on the battlefield have preceded him into every room, stilling tongues and sparking fear. Weary of battle, he wishes only to find a woman he can wed who will approach him not with fear, but with the tenderness that has been absent from his life for so long. Yet only the wisewoman seems invariably at ease in his presence. Perhaps because she garners the same fear in others that he does himself.

For seven years, Alyssa has been by Lord Dillon's side, counseling him from the shadows, healing him with her hands, and staving off the worst of his loneliness while his fearsome reputation keeps others at bay. Blessed—or cursed—with gifts that label her a sorceress, she is forced to conceal her youth and the love she harbors for him beneath umbral robes that lead Dillon and his people to believe she is the same aged wisewoman who served his father.

All is revealed, however, and passions flare when an enemy threatens Dillon's life and Alyssa sacrifices everything to save him. When Dillon discovers that the wisewoman is far from elderly, he is instantly entranced. And, as he and Alyssa work together to defeat an enemy bent on destroying them both, Dillon will risk anything—even the wrath of his king—to be with her.


Very quietly, Dillon opened the door, slipped inside, then closed it, hoping his bath would not disturb Alyssa if she rested. Or offend her modesty if she did not. Swiveling to face the room, he froze. His smile slowly slipped away as everything within him went still. Then his heart began to pound a hard, heavy beat. His stomach did a funny little turn. And all of the self-castigating thoughts that had beleaguered him below threw up their hands in defeat and fled.

Alyssa was indeed asleep… in the bath he had mistakenly believed was meant for him. Her head rested against the back rim of the tub, tilted the slightest bit toward the hearth in which a fire had been built to ensure she did not catch a chill. The flickering flames cast golden highlights across her dewy skin.

Desire carried Dillon’s feet forward.

Sitting behind her on the floor, brushing Alyssa’s hair and fanning it out to speed its drying, Ann Marie gasped when she noticed him. “My lord! I did not hear you enter. When I came in to see if I could aid the healer in some way, she requested a bath and I—”

“Leave us,” he instructed, never taking his gaze from Alyssa.

He knew not what Ann Marie saw in his face, but it sent her fleeing across the room to retrieve a bundle from the bed, then out the door without donning Alyssa’s dark robe.

Dillon stood beside the tub for many long moments, simply drinking in the sight of her.

Alyssa’s hair had begun to dry and spilled down to the floor in rivulets of midnight satin that would soon draw up into waves and curls. The hollows that had formed under her eyes lay hidden beneath the thick lashes that brushed them. The full lips he had neglected to kiss whilst his hands had made their sojourn over her body the previous night parted just enough for him to glimpse the edges of her teeth. Soft lips. Pink and pouty. His mouth went dry as he pondered how they would taste, how easily they would mold to his own.

The slender arms she had wrapped around him last night now balanced on the rim of the tub. The graceful hands that had stroked his back dangled limply over the side. Her tempting breasts drew his gaze next, their hard pinks tips hovering just above the water’s edge. The waist beneath was so small he was sure he could span it with his hands. Full hips bracketed the thatch of dark curls he had pressed his arousal against in his moment of weakness, then yielded to shapely legs he thought surprisingly long considering her diminutive height. Legs he wanted her to wrap around him in passion.

Staring at her, Dillon thought her more beautiful than any other woman he had ever laid eyes upon. The longer he stood there, the harder his body became, the shorter his breath grew, and the fewer scruples remained to battle his erotic impulses.

Leaning down, he drew fingers that shook across her shining temple and back to circle her ear. His palm cradled her cheek as her eyelids fluttered, then lifted.

“Dillon,” she murmured, a sleepy welcome that touched him deeply. Smiling, she raised one hand to stroke his cheek. He heard the rasp of his beard stubble as she stroked him again, further heating his blood.

Her smile faltered. A tiny crease formed between her eyebrows as she tilted her head the other way. Again she stroked him. Her eyes widened. “Dillon!”

Jerking her hand back, she bolted upright, splashing water over the edge of the tub and saturating his feet, his legs, and the floor around him. He just managed to keep their heads from colliding.

As Alyssa glanced down at herself then around the room in unmistakable dismay, Dillon realized he had made another colossal blunder. The woman had spent seven years completely hidden beneath black robes. Naturally she would not be pleased to wake up and find a gawking male salivating over her naked body.

What should he do? How could he repair the situation?

Dillon started to straighten, already searching in vain both for a suitable apology and for a towel or robe to hand her.

Alyssa made a sound of protest, grabbed his tunic with both fists, and yanked him to her.

Caught off guard, he felt his balance waver and grabbed for the tub’s rim.

He missed.

His arms plunged into water. One foot went up. The other skidded in the puddle she had just produced. And the next thing he knew he was in the tub under water with his face smashed between her breasts.

A great deal of squirming and splashing took place next on both their parts. In the end, Dillon wound up in a position that made his head spin. His hands were braced on the bottom of the tub behind and to either side of her. His lower body was settled between her thighs, balanced on his knees with his feet in the air and his shins wedged against the foot of the tub.

Heat surged to his groin, which was flush against her center. What lust he had felt before trebled as he met her astonished gaze.

Dianne Duvall is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Immortal Guardians paranormal romance series and The Gifted Ones series. Her books have twice been nominated for the RT Reviewers' Choice Award for Best Vampire Romance and are routinely deemed Top Picks by RT Book Reviews, The Romance Reviews, and/or Night Owl Reviews. Reviewers have called Dianne's books "utterly addictive" (RT Book Reviews), "fast-paced and humorous" (Publishers Weekly), "extraordinary" (Long and Short Reviews), and "wonderfully imaginative" (The Romance Reviews).

Dianne loves all things creative. When she isn't writing, Dianne is active in the independent film industry and has even appeared on-screen, crawling out of a moonlit grave and wielding a machete like some of the vampires she has created in her books.


  1. Thank you for hosting Dianne today! We hope that everyone enjoys A SORCERESS OF HIS OWN - Out today! Happy Reading!

  2. Going to start it this morning!!

  3. wow! the cover looks amazing :) i'll definitely check this book out

  4. I may have squealed when Seth made his appearance lol Loving the story so far.