Welcome fellow Warriors and you normal people–er, I mean, visitors–who are out roaming the interweb this fine Sunday. Weekend Writing Warriors is a blog hop where we writers share bits and pieces from our work in ten sentences or less.  This week I’m continuing on with a scene from my upcoming release, the m/m fantasy Gryffon Hall.  Last week Wryler’s father informed him that Wryler had been betrothed, not to the man he’d been expecting, but a lord, to which Wryler naturally asked “Which Lord?”

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“Why, Lord Rouchet, of course. He was quite impressed with you and came to my study straightaway this morning to negotiate a deal.” Wryler’s father rubbed his hands together gleefully. “Not only did he accept your measly dowry without a quibble, he’s agreed to open the road through the Black Forest and escort a trade caravan this spring. If we don’t get devoured by trolls, dark elves, and hellbeasts, I stand to make a fortune. The route through the forest will cut weeks off the journey to the coast and save us paying the tolls at Starvale Pass!”

It wasn’t too late to throw himself out the window, Wryler thought. He pulled his quilt to his chin, gulped air, and then experienced a surge of anger that propelled him out of the bed.

“You’d send me to live beyond the edge of nowhere with a bloodthirsty barbarian as a husband?”

“Wryler my boy, I’d send you to the netherworld to wed the king of demons if it would save Glimmerveen from ruin.”

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Gryffon Hall ~ Release date August 30, 2016

Useless fourth son of the Lord of Glimmerveen, Wryler dreams of getting married and escaping the rustic confines of his father’s castle. A wealthy merchant’s son seems to hold the key to Wryler’s safe if somewhat dreary future. However, the arrival of a mysterious stranger on the eve of Wryler’s betrothal sends his plans into disarray and Wryler finds himself traded off in marriage to one of the most notorious rogues in the land.

Is Lord Aeric Rouchet the scoundrel he appears to be, or is he something much worse? Separated from his family and thrust into a strange and dangerous new life at the foreboding Gryffon Hall, Wryler must unravel the secret of his husband’s shadowed life and defeat the curse which threatens not only his growing affection for the barbarian in his bed, but the lives of everyone the Lord of Gryffon Hall is sworn to protect.

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So I googled “bloodthirsty barbarian” and this is what I came up with.

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight to ten sentences from a published work or perhaps their current work in progress. Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book. Click here or use the address: http://www.wewriwa.com