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I have something very special for you. A new video, not your usual book video at all … I want you to go watch it right now, then come back. I’ll wait right here. http://www.christinadodd.com/video_cia.html (whistling, tapping my fingers …)
You’re back! Isn’t that great? The video was so much fun to write and make! I’ve been anxiously waiting for the reprint of CASTLES IN THE AIR to hit the shelves so I could share the video with you — and you could share it with your friends.
The really good news is that CASTLES IN THE AIR has been re-released with a new, beautiful, normal cover, and it’s a darned entertaining story. Read the excerpt:
She had all her teeth.
Raymond heaved a sigh of relief. She was wrapped in too many layers of clothing to see aught else and she fought him with all the strength in her slight body, but her teeth glimmered behind her blue lips and they made a sturdy clinking as they chattered together. That meant she was young enough to bear children, in reasonable health, capable of warming his bed.
He tried to lift her onto his horse, but she twisted in his arms, flinging herself down onto the woodland path and scrambling away with a desperation he respected. Respected, but ignored. Too much was at stake for him to pay attention to a woman’s apprehensions.
She floundered in the snow that misted the ground. Catching her, he wrapped her in his cloak, tossed her face down in front of the saddle and mounted before she regained her breath. “Steady, Lady Juliana, steady,” he soothed, patting her back as he urged the horse forward.
She battled him, kicking her heels and trying to slide away. He didn’t understand her persistent opposition in the face of such odds, nor did he understand the impulse that drove him to try and comfort her as if she were some wild bird he could charm to his hand.
Perhaps her refusal to scream appealed to his sympathies. She’d made no sound since he’d stepped out from the trees, only fought him with determination and silence.
Then again, perhaps she couldn’t say anything. Bundled as she was, with her head bobbing beside the horse’s belly, he couldn’t see her face, and he began to wonder if she could breathe properly. Leaning down, he groped for her face, and those same strong teeth he admired bit deep into his fingertips. He jerked his hand back with a grunt and an oath.
Hadn’t he compared her to a wild creature? His own carelessness was responsible for his pain.
Her breath froze as she panted harshly, the sound rending the still air. Scratched from the sky by bare, ice-tipped branches, the snow sifted down relentlessly, filling the spaces between the dried leaves with a thin layer of white. It was cold, and getting colder by the moment. “We’ll be there soon,” he said aloud, and held her firmly as his promise brought renewed strife.
He topped the hill. Here the threatening blizzard threatened no more. It was reality, and the world disintegrated into a narrow, white passage that opened as they moved through and closed behind them. The woodcutter’s hut stood not far ahead, yet he worried about the lady. He leaned over to give her his body warmth and peered ahead.
Dug into the hill, the hut proved a godsend for him, providing a stock of fuel for warmth and a store of dried foods. Traveler’s provender, he’d guessed, provided by Lady Juliana of Lofts … and used by him for her abduction.
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For the wild at heart!
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