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An Excerpt From: THE WINDSDAY CLUB
© Copyright
CHARLOTTE BOYETT-COMPO, 2005.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave, Inc.
They were extraordinarily handsome men and as they
walked down the narrow lane that led to the room where they held their semi-monthly
meetings, women turned to stare and sigh and daydream of what it would be
like to be held in the warriors’ brawny arms.
“Those men have quite the reputation,” a middle-aged
woman commented. “It’s a dirty little secret about what they do of a Windsday.”
“They can do whatever they like with no one to gainsay them,”
her companion remarked.
“Corydon is the most beautiful, don’t you think?” a
shopkeeper asked her customers.
“Aye,” the older of the two customers agreed with a
wistful smile on her wrinkled face. “He can put his boots under my cot any
time he likes.”
“I’d take any one of the six of them,” the customer’s
daughter stated, “but Brion makes my mouth
water.”
“Kaia, for shame!” her mother
chastised. She fanned herself briskly. “Such talk is unseemly for a
maiden.”
Brion glanced around and when
his eyes met Kaia’s he cocked a wicked blond
brow. A slight smile tugged at his lips.
“Don’t encourage her, Brion,” Keltyn snapped, elbowing his companion. “You want her
to come up to the room? This is the first Windsday,
not the third!”
Brion sighed. “Aye, I forgot.”
He rubbed at his unshaven jaw. “It’s just as well, I guess.”
Corydon had started the club three years earlier to give
them something to occupy their time when not about military duties. They
met twice a month to commit in private some of the sins they had been
warned against as children—gluttony, gambling, and lust. The women they
brought to their club were for pleasure only with no misunderstandings
about commitment and the like. It was strictly for the men’s entertainment
without there being any chance of getting snared by the wedding bug. What
happened at the club, stayed at the club.
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