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LAST KISS OF THE CLAN DANCER
In this mystical world, a sinister leader has taken over and
threatens to destroy all that is beautiful, colorful, and wild.
Lars, a captain in Hareth's army, rediscovers what it means
to be free when he comes across his lost love during a city
wide raid. Rajiid, the woman from his youth, turns up in a
tenement house, and he is forced by duty to turn her over
to High Leader Hareth and her inevitable execution. This is
a tale of redemption and regret. Find out if Lars can gather
the courage to claim his destiny, or if his destiny will claim
him.
In this mystical world, a sinister leader has taken over and
threatens to destroy all that is beautiful, colorful, and wild.
Lars, a captain in Hareth's army, rediscovers what it means
to be free when he comes across his lost love during a city
wide raid. Rajiid, the woman from his youth, turns up in a
tenement house, and he is forced by duty to turn her over
to High Leader Hareth and her inevitable execution. This is
a tale of redemption and regret. Find out if Lars can gather
the courage to claim his destiny, or if his destiny will claim
him.
| Fantasy Romance |
| LAST KISS OF THE CLAN DANCER is available at: PurpleSword.com In e-book formats |
| "...This is a sad tale, a reflection on many parts of the world. But it's also a hopeful tale as Rajiid shows what one person can do to change her world. This isn't for the faint of heart but it is an excellent read." -Dee Dailey Awarded 5 Hearts The Romance Studio |
| "...I think the best word that would descibe Anastasia Rabiyah's e-book Last Kiss of the Clan Dancer is Enchanting. A love lost in time has been renewed..." -Crystal Crystal's Book Reviews |
He pushed himself down from the fence and approached her. “I’m Lars. Welcome to Caderwir
Village. It’s not much of a place.” He nodded to the hills beyond. “But it’s green and crops grow
well here.”
She tossed her hair over her shoulders and nodded. “Far more green than where I was born.” She
grasped his hand and held it tight. “I’m called Rajiid. My people have come to dance and trade with
yours.” She giggled at him. “Do you like to dance?”
Heat flooded his cheeks. “I’ve never tried. Too busy watching the sheep or tending the fields for
my parents.”
“Mm.” She walked in a circle, leading him by the hand. “I’m a clan dancer. I’ll teach you to dance
if you want to learn.”
His attention strayed to her round, ripe breasts exposed above her dress and pushed up by the laced
corset she wore. He blushed worse and tried to keep his eyes on hers. They were dark brown and
searching him as well. “I couldn’t try it in front of anyone. They’d all laugh at me. Men in Caderwir
don’t dance.”
Her grin turned sideways. She nodded at the hills. “If you would show me the wilds, I would show
you how to dance so well that no one will laugh at you. Even the men would stand back in awe.”
He whistled a signal to stay to the dog. Then Lars and Rajiid walked hand in hand along the fence
and away from the caravan and village. Her hand warmed his. He felt connected to something new
and unexpected. As the high grass closed around them, he wondered what more they would do
besides dance. He had only kissed a girl once, and it was a hurried affair behind her roundhouse.
She had married someone else seven days later, so he knew he had meant nothing to her. The
thought of kissing Rajiid made him anxious and nervous.
“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” she asked. Her feet made whispering sounds in the grass.
His boots crunched the grass in time with her steps.
“No. I’m the only child. It was a hard birth according to my mother. What about you?”
She laughed. “So many I sometimes lose count. My mother has three husbands and each demands
a son, but she keeps having daughters. I am her seventh child.”
“Three husbands?” He couldn’t imagine how that would work out. “Do they fight?”
“Sometimes. They are all loyal to her. It’s not usual for a woman to take so many. Two is enough,
even one if he is headstrong.” They paused beside a small stream. “I only want one.”
He cleared his throat.
She faced him and took up his other hand. “Are you ready to learn?”
“No, but you’re here, and I’m here. I don’t think anyone can see us.” He glanced around,
uncomfortable.
She nodded. “Then we start with a basic dance. One you do when you find a woman you like.”
She winked at him before she ran her chest across his and stepped back. He knew he must have
been bright red from her coming so close to his body like that.
“Think of animals. When they seek a mate, they touch—like this.” She pulled his hands over her
head and twisted. Her backside rubbed against his crotch. “Or this.” She leaned her head back so
that their cheeks touched. Then, before he could relax into the unexpected closeness and breathe in
more of her alluring scent, she pulled away and released his hands.
Lars watched her dance around him, her fingers drawing symbols in the air. Her hips swayed, and
each step she took she balanced on the balls of her feet. Rajiid was pure seduction. Each time she
came close to him, she dragged her fingers over his exposed skin. First, his forearm. Then his
neck. A caress to the cheek. A swipe of soft fingers over his lips.
He wanted to keep up with her. He followed and copied what she did although he was not nearly as
graceful. He mirrored her daring touches. His fingers trailed across her forearm and up to her
shoulder. He withdrew. She advanced.
Her voice hummed a smooth song that matched their movements. Her body blurred at times. Her
touch grounded him. They danced until he became short of breath and backed away.
“You’re magic,” he said.
“A little. Sometimes, a little is enough.”
Village. It’s not much of a place.” He nodded to the hills beyond. “But it’s green and crops grow
well here.”
She tossed her hair over her shoulders and nodded. “Far more green than where I was born.” She
grasped his hand and held it tight. “I’m called Rajiid. My people have come to dance and trade with
yours.” She giggled at him. “Do you like to dance?”
Heat flooded his cheeks. “I’ve never tried. Too busy watching the sheep or tending the fields for
my parents.”
“Mm.” She walked in a circle, leading him by the hand. “I’m a clan dancer. I’ll teach you to dance
if you want to learn.”
His attention strayed to her round, ripe breasts exposed above her dress and pushed up by the laced
corset she wore. He blushed worse and tried to keep his eyes on hers. They were dark brown and
searching him as well. “I couldn’t try it in front of anyone. They’d all laugh at me. Men in Caderwir
don’t dance.”
Her grin turned sideways. She nodded at the hills. “If you would show me the wilds, I would show
you how to dance so well that no one will laugh at you. Even the men would stand back in awe.”
He whistled a signal to stay to the dog. Then Lars and Rajiid walked hand in hand along the fence
and away from the caravan and village. Her hand warmed his. He felt connected to something new
and unexpected. As the high grass closed around them, he wondered what more they would do
besides dance. He had only kissed a girl once, and it was a hurried affair behind her roundhouse.
She had married someone else seven days later, so he knew he had meant nothing to her. The
thought of kissing Rajiid made him anxious and nervous.
“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” she asked. Her feet made whispering sounds in the grass.
His boots crunched the grass in time with her steps.
“No. I’m the only child. It was a hard birth according to my mother. What about you?”
She laughed. “So many I sometimes lose count. My mother has three husbands and each demands
a son, but she keeps having daughters. I am her seventh child.”
“Three husbands?” He couldn’t imagine how that would work out. “Do they fight?”
“Sometimes. They are all loyal to her. It’s not usual for a woman to take so many. Two is enough,
even one if he is headstrong.” They paused beside a small stream. “I only want one.”
He cleared his throat.
She faced him and took up his other hand. “Are you ready to learn?”
“No, but you’re here, and I’m here. I don’t think anyone can see us.” He glanced around,
uncomfortable.
She nodded. “Then we start with a basic dance. One you do when you find a woman you like.”
She winked at him before she ran her chest across his and stepped back. He knew he must have
been bright red from her coming so close to his body like that.
“Think of animals. When they seek a mate, they touch—like this.” She pulled his hands over her
head and twisted. Her backside rubbed against his crotch. “Or this.” She leaned her head back so
that their cheeks touched. Then, before he could relax into the unexpected closeness and breathe in
more of her alluring scent, she pulled away and released his hands.
Lars watched her dance around him, her fingers drawing symbols in the air. Her hips swayed, and
each step she took she balanced on the balls of her feet. Rajiid was pure seduction. Each time she
came close to him, she dragged her fingers over his exposed skin. First, his forearm. Then his
neck. A caress to the cheek. A swipe of soft fingers over his lips.
He wanted to keep up with her. He followed and copied what she did although he was not nearly as
graceful. He mirrored her daring touches. His fingers trailed across her forearm and up to her
shoulder. He withdrew. She advanced.
Her voice hummed a smooth song that matched their movements. Her body blurred at times. Her
touch grounded him. They danced until he became short of breath and backed away.
“You’re magic,” he said.
“A little. Sometimes, a little is enough.”