How This Book
Came About

After editor extraordinaire Helen Woodall accepted Passion's Four Towers, I fully expected to write a sequel about Gerard and Edgar and the hellion twins they were destined to meet. Apparently the men were too exhausted from their encounters with Yvonne to come out and play.

But Kerrie -- the princesses' wretched mother -- awakened with a vengeance. She howled like a banshee. She rattled her chains like the Canterville ghost. In short, she haunted me until
I gave in.

The Prologue to Passion's Four Towers served as the starting point for Kerrie's Quest. Yet many aspects of Kerrie's personality and her unique passion to protect Marchonland and her people came to light. In some ways I wish I'd written this book first. In other ways I'm glad I didn't because--unlike her daughters--I came to know Kerrie more intimately than the princesses ever did.

But isn't that the way with mothers and daughters?

This is not a story with a traditional Happily Ever After ending. But in her own unique fashion, Kerrie finds both passion and happiness.

Kerrie's Quest
for Passion

Chapter One

Kerrie, lying naked in the middle of her wide bed, beckoned to the man at its foot. He stood in shadow, his face hidden, his magnificent body hidden as well, except for his glorious cock. That stood out from his body as if the firelight served only to show its perfection. Its size, the length and thickness of it, that he would bury it deep inside her, should have frightened her. It did not. 'Struth, she wanted it, yearned to taste its dew on her tongue, ached to feel it sliding in and out of her.

"Come, love. See how ready I am for you." Leaning back against her pillows, she spread her legs, then parted her nether lips with fingers that shook. His shaft throbbed and a drop of dew fell like a tear seeping down her cheek.

"Touch yourself," he said at last. "Slide your fingers deep inside so you can begin to learn how my shaft will feel when I swive you."

The crude word made her blush, but she did as he asked. She would do anything to please him. Anything to bring him to her, into her.

"Play with your nipples while you plunge your fingers in and out of your quim. Yes, like that. It feels good, doesn't it?"

She moaned and arched into the exquisite pleasure her own hands brought her. "'Twould be even better were you to. . . touch me there."

"Say the word, Kerrie. Only then will I know how much you truly want me."

She drew a deep breath for courage then cried out, "Tup me! Please, I need you to tup me."

Available August 2007: Ellora's Cave Publishing