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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Woven Dreams

ISBN 9781419911286

Edited by Mary Altman.

Cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication July 2007

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales

is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

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S – ENSUOUS

E – ROTIC

X – TREME

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T APESTRIES :

W OVEN D REAMS

N.J. Walters

Dedication

This one is for all the wonderful readers who have embraced this series and

continued to ask for more Tapestries books!

Thank you to my amazing editor, Mary Altman. You always make my work better!

And to my husband, Gerard, who is a constant source of love and inspiration.

Woven Dreams

Chapter One

Genita traced her finger lovingly over the rich, vibrant threads of the tapestry. She

could almost feel the breeze that brushed the leaves of the trees and caused the flowers

to sway, releasing their lush scent into the air. There were so many different species of

trees and flowers, but she knew them all, was familiar with their properties. She knew

which ones were good for healing and which ones were safe for consumption. She

knew from experience which flowers, stems, berries and bark she needed to harvest to

create dyes for cloth and threads.

The sun glinted off the gray stones of the castle that dominated the center of the

two-by-three-foot cloth. Huge doors of oak and metal guarded the entrance to the

domain. It was a fortress, yet it was a family home. Tall, slender windows were set high

in the building, some of them full of wondrous pictures crafted from colored glass. How

beautiful it must be to sit in one of those rooms when the sun shone through, spreading

its myriad colors across the floors and walls. There was something about the building

that called to her, urging her to find it. Here, it promised, she would find peace. Here

she would be safe.

She glanced around her own small, barren room. It was barely large enough for the

tiny bed that was pushed against one wall. She had driven hooks into the walls to hold

her few meager pieces of clothing. Her one miniscule window was set high into the

wall, admitting only a few thin rays of sunshine late in the day. There were no panes of

colored glass to add life to her room—only dark wooden shutters that she had to stand

on a low stool in order to reach every evening to close out the damp night air. The room

was dismal at best. Cold and miserable at worst.

Her soul craved the heat and light of the sun, but rarely was she able to be outside

taking pleasure in it. Usually she was hard at work. But there were moments like this

one where she was able to escape the drudgery of her life and do what she wanted to

do.

Returning her attention to the tapestry, she smiled as she stroked the fabric. It was

almost alive beneath her hands. Her smile faded as her fingers touched the first of the

two warriors standing guard in front of the castle. Standing tall, their legs were spread

apart and their arms were folded across their chests. Strong and hard, the muscles of

their torsos and arms seemed to ripple when she moved the fabric. Brown leather pants

molded their rock-hard thighs and their leather vests hung open, displaying their wide

chests. Bronze armbands encircled their wrists and forearms and swords hung from

belts that hugged their trim waists.

They were both blond, their long, straight hair hanging to their waists. Their eyes

were a pale blue, the color of a summer sky. They were brothers, but they appeared

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