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The Wedding Night

Author(s): L.J. Holmes

Time Travel Erotic Romance

Her name is Shaundra, the innocent daughter--until this afternoon--of Lord and Lady Amberleigh. But as a few short hours ago she became the not so blushing bride of Sir Brian of Harley, the man now engaging in ribald one-upmanship with many of her lacklustre former wannabe courtiers. Ignoring the simpering maidens chattering away beside her Shaundra mentally licked her chops. Why did they have to wait till so many of their guests were in their cups before hightailing it up those steps? Decorum…what a boring word!

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What to tell her, he speculated. How does one describe something as alien to a person as innocent of the twenty-first century as his young wife? He could imagine the confusion describing his home land, the one she thinks of as Harley will bring to her beautiful face.

In his mind’s eye, he saw the excursion he’d made to Harley just last week with Shaundra’s father. The wide-eyed wonder written across the eyes of the elder man taking in the marvels of twenty-first century earth, still brought an amused chuckle to Brian’s spirit. Lord Amberleigh’s astonishment over the land Brian emerged from still made the older man babble. The many differences, alone, would’ve kept Lord Amberleigh exploring for years to come...Years to come? Once again a burble of laughter threatened to escape, Brian’s lips.

“Brian? Are you not going to tell me of your home?” Shaundra probed?

Giving his wife a reassuring squeeze, he began, “It isn’t that I don’t want to tell you about Harley,” Brian responded. “I’m just trying to figure out how to put into words a land that is so different from yours.”

“How can a land be different?” she asked, quite confused. “Land is land, after all. Either it is made of rolling hills and valleys, icy nether regions or barren wastelands and deserts. What else could there be?”

“I am from a land that rides a horse of many speeds,” he began, slowly.

“Our horses travel at many different speeds.” she protested truthfully. “There is, among the many men within my Father’s lands, a man called Sir Garrett who does nothing but teach horses how to run faster and faster. He is not always kind to those horses.” She curled her nose in obvious distaste of the methods used by the absent Sir Garrett.

“Do not worry yourself, Dear Love. Our horses are not mistreated. Indeed, they come with the ability to travel at many speeds without the heavy hands of cruelty or the whip.”

Shaundra frowned. He could see the question forming between her brows. What make of beast comes already knowing how to respond to the hand of its rider? She would have questioned him on this, had his next comment not forced all thought of horses out of her mind.

“When we wish to talk, people thousands of measures away can hear us.”

“Like an echo?”

“Yes and no. There is no wall of stone mountain surrounding us when we speak to another who is half a world away.”

“You are having sport with me,” she accused broken heartedly. “You are answering me with outrageous replies because you think I am too feeble-minded for the truth.”

The wellspring of pain in her voice cut Brian to the very core of his being. When he tried to describe his home to her father, Lord Amberleigh threatened to have Brian locked in irons in the dungeon for high-treason and blasphemy. Only after Brian agreed to hitch Lord Amberleigh onto his steed and carry him into the realm of Harley had Brian’s future father-in-law accepted what flies in the face of reason. In this case, the reality that is Brian’s homeland of concrete, metal, and unexpected models of convenience.

Lifting himself up and leaning over his wife so he could hold her and look into her extraordinary gray-green eyes, Brian spoke once more. “My Dearest Love, I promise you I am not making sport of your question, nor of the wisdom I see always reflected in your eyes. It’s just very difficult to depict something that’s so different from what you’re used to. Look into my heart and soul, Shaundra, and see how deeply I feel for you. I could never hurt you intentionally.”


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ISBN (Print):
ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-77127-363-3
Genre: Erotic Romance
Date Published: 07/05/2013
Publisher: MuseItUp Publishing

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