Guest Post from Author Michelle Franklin

I have just finished reading the first in this series, The Commander and the Den Asaan Rautu and found it amazing.  I am lucky enough to be offered a guest post from Michelle Franklin and please find below and excerpt from the amazing book.


Michelle Franklin is a small woman of moderate consequence who writes many, many books about giants, romance and chocolate.
Sole Author of "The Haanta Series: the longest online, ongoing, romantic fantasy series. "

Other books from Michelle Franklin

The Commander and the Den Asaan Rautu Vol 2 

Khantara: A Haanta Novel 


Tales from Frewyn: Short Stories from the Haanta series

Tales from Frewyn: The Reporter from Marridon

I have favoured a couple of quotes:

"I'm glad you can always find a way of amusing yourself," the commander teased the Den Asaan.  "Your ardent looks only attract me and petrify everyone else.  If you wish to be friends with this young gentleman, you shall have to speak to him.  I daresay your fervent speeches will only repel him further at this point, however.  How taxing kindly introductions are for you." location 2250 at 66%

"I should rather enjoy being claimed by and ill-tempered mountain," the commander mused, hoping to return the giant's consideration toward the subject.  "Roaring arguments, precarious sensual endeavours, weapons.  How could I resist such an alluring offer?" location 2329 at 69%

EXCERPT:  "Night came and they each went to their quarters. There 

was reluctance on both sides to separate when the remainder of the evening 

could be spent in more pleasurable manners, but discretion got the 

better of them. They came to their doors, but would not enter. They

gave one another one last hesitating look before resolving to settle in

for the night, but there would be only restlessness and a wondering of

what the other was doing.

Once, however, the giant had almost yielded to their parting looks.

She had made a remark of how cold the particular evening was. She,

delighting in the cold, had declared the giant must be freezing in his

quarters and could use her as a warming object. She had laughed, he

did not. He responded with docile glances. His sensibilities had been

roused and they would not be suppressed as long as she stood in the

entranceway of her room. He made silent pleas for her to go inside

and close the door, but he struggled with his notions in vain. She had

approached him, was smiling at him, was evening touching his arm.

He watched her finger trace the outlines of his enormous arms and

his breath became full. This was too much, it could not be borne for

long. The manner in which she smiled and the readiness she exhibited

in resigning herself to him was a temptation he could not endure. She

began to speak, but he silenced her, suddenly pressing her against the

wall of the hold with his immense body. She had stirred him with her

forwardness and now she would feel the truth in what she had done.

He clamped his hand around her large breast and invaded her mouth

with his tongue. She complied with his insistent conquest and tugged

on his hair to pull him close. She moaned as he crushed her breast in

his mighty palm and responded with eager motions of her own. Her

hands wandered below and before she could undo the fastening of his

war kilt, the giant excused himself and removed himself from her. He

bid her a goodnight, he must train, he must go, he must do something,

he must distract himself from such pleasurable endeavors. He would

be home soon, he would not be allowed this, and to torment himself

with the suggestion that he might be able to keep her was enough to

force him elsewhere. He went to the lower deck and sat in mediation,

hoping that murmuring the scriptures of his people would succeed in

quelling his agitation, but he was mistaken. He had enough relief to

feel in returning to the islands and here was a fresh disturbance to ruin

his composure. He began to wonder if inviting her was poor judgment

on his part. It had been a selfish invitation, one that would assuage one

distress, but give birth to another. Since the war, his inherent rage was

never in peril of surfacing without the object of battle before him, but

this aggravation of mind had disquieted him. The imprint of her heavy

breast remained in his hand. He touched his palm to absorb the warm

remains and caught the fragrance of her skin when lifting his hand

to his cheek. He sighed in disdain, angry at himself for forfeiting his

unaffected composure. This new vulnerability was a sensation he did

not enjoy, but he wondered if it was a worthy trade in exchange for the

woman to whom he was becoming bound."

Please see my 5 star review.  Find Michelle Franklin on Goodreads, Amazon, Twitter and Facebook. Michelle is an awesome author and a wonderful Lady. Thank you Michelle for this guest post and the wonderful books.