Sky Woman will always hold a special place in my heart as my first “official” novel. It was born from a rather steamy daydream I kept having in the car on my commute home from work. It was so pervasive, and ate so much of my brain, I finally decide just to write the damn thing out. I let is sit for a long time, then stumbled into the world of fanfiction, where I discovered to my surprise that I could write 50,000+ words in thirty days – again and again and again. So I put Sky Woman up on Smashwords and Amazon, and I hoped for the best.
It turns out my readers loved Miri and her family as much as I did, so I went on to write the Seeder Saga, and that, as they say, is history.
In this scene, Miri makes a decision – after being transplanted on a planet far from home and meeting Lunan, first son of the first son of the House of Falenua. And this decision has been a long time coming…
It had now been a few hours since she’d left the dinner table. Lunan was probably in his room. And if he wasn’t, well, she would just wait there. She combed her hair one more time, cleaned her teeth, sweetened her breath, then darkened her lashes and reddened her lips a bit with some of the herbals that Tuva had purchased for her.
It was time. She took another deep breath, opened her door, and stepped out. Down in the hall, she could hear voices talking softly, but the lights had been lowered and the house was mostly quiet.
Now or never.
She stole quickly down the hallway and found herself standing in front of Lunan’s door much sooner than she thought. She shifted from foot to foot, straining to hear through the door. Nothing. He was probably downstairs still. She was just going to have to wait, that’s all. Miri squared her shoulders, and pushed the door open.
She came face to face with Lunan, who had apparently just come from a bath himself. His hair and shoulders were still damp, and he had a towel wrapped low around his hips. He stopped short when he saw her, a questioning look crossing his face.
She held his gaze, slowly closing the door behind her. The question left Lunan’s eyes entirely, replaced by a heat and an intensity that stopped her breath. She was his. Why had she ever thought to fight it? She was his, and his eyes said he knew it. She only had to say the words.
She walked, commanding her feet forward, until she stood directly in front of him. His eyes never left hers, and he made no move toward her. She looked up at him, realizing that she wasn’t afraid, not really. Her voice was steady as she placed one hand on his chest and said:
“M’ wano kinai tua.” My body is yours.
His eyes widened in surprise – maybe he wasn’t expecting it after all. His arms came around her, hard, pulling her tight to him as his lips came down on hers. Her fingers dug into his upper arms as she felt herself being devoured by his kiss…