Monday, April 28, 2008

Warrior of the Past releases Friday!

Warrior of the Past
L.A. Day
Releasing May 2nd from Ellora’s Cave
This is the sequel to The Last Warrior but is a stand alone novel.

Holly’s ex-husband is stalking her. Out of nowhere on a stormy night, help arrives in the form of a powerful, primitively beautiful Native American who tosses her ex-husband off her property. Is Bear her knight in shining armor? Or, in this case, her warrior in scanty breechclout? Can this pinup guy actually be a man she can trust?

Pulled through time, Bear joins the other Yahi warrior, Lone Wolf, who came before him—his only link to the past, his only guide to the future.

The Great Spirit has a mission for these warriors and he’s not above a little matchmaking when he drops Bear in Holly’s yard. Patience is bred into a Yahi warrior and Bear will need it to claim his woman…especially when she discovers his secret.

Moccasin-covered feet stopped next to her and her eyes traveled upward. Copper skin stretched tightly over muscled thighs. She nibbled her lip as her eyes scuttled over what amounted to a loincloth then more bare skin. Lord, this man didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. Well-defined abs widened into a smooth, hairless chest. Shivering, she brushed her bare arms with her hands. She didn’t know what he was doing here. She didn’t know how he’d left or returned to the house but she was glad he’d been here. For some reason he didn’t inspire fear in her. She felt safe for the first time in a long time. “Thank you.”

He inclined his dark head.

“What’s your name?”

He hesitated for a minute, as if he didn’t want to tell her. She wondered if he was a wanted man. “You call me Bear. What name white man call Little Fox?”

“Are you asking my name? It’s Holly.”

Bear nodded. “Hol-lee good name. I like Little Fox.”

“Little Fox is a nice name.”

“Your hair like fox fur.”

She raised a hand to her short locks. “Oh. I remind you of a fox. I’m not sure that’s good.” She snorted. “They are supposed to be sneaky, aren’t they?”

“Fox cunning and smart. They have nice fur.”

Holly rubbed a hand through her hair. “You’re not planning to scalp me, are you?” She chuckled nervously.

Bear’s lips twisted into a rare smile. “I not have a scalp pole. Your hair look better on head.”

Holly sighed. His smile softened his face, making him appear younger. She couldn’t help but notice that he was an attractive, sexy man. She was somewhat embarrassed to realize that her body had already noticed. It had been a long time since she’d been physically attracted to a man but that was as far as it could go with this stranger. “Th-thank you. What— May I ask what you are doing here?”

“I need place out of storm to stay night. I leave when sun come up. No worry. I not hurt white woman.”

Holly nodded her head. There was something noble, honorable looking, about her guest. “How did you get here?”

“My horse bring me. Wind is in your barn. He happy to be out of rain too.”


He reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Come. You look cold.”

“About my ex-husband…” Her eyes traveled to the knife strapped to his hip. “Did you…?”

His hand covered the knife. “I not use knife but he not be back soon. He not know how to treat a wife. No wonder you not want to join him in his blankets.”

Holly’s cheeks heated. She hated to think about Bear listening to Sam’s rant. “Do you have a wife?”

His dark eyes flashed. “No.” He turned toward the living room.

As he answered, she released a deep breath that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Lord, she didn’t know what was wrong with her tonight. She didn’t do one-night stands. It was probably just the excitement getting to her. Excitement and loneliness. It couldn’t be anything else.

Picking up the candle, she followed and her eyes ran over his back. More firm, slick flesh greeted her eyes. She’d never seen a man with braids before but it looked good on him. Matted hair clumped together in one spot on the back of his head. Was it blood? “You’re hurt.” Holly reached up and gently touched the back of his head. “What happened? Did Sam do this?”

He lifted his hand and brushed against her fingers. He half-turned to face her. Their eyes met and she read deep sadness in his dark eyes. “Gold-seeker hit me with rifle.”

“Oh my god. He could have killed you. Are you okay?” No wonder he was confused. A blow like that could have killed him.

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