Hello my lovely people!
So, as is my wont, over breakfast I was reading. Today’s material was HW2 – Demon Plague. And I think the moment I am about to show you suits today’s topic well. Liam is not often prone to wax poetic but when he displays his love for his Mate all around will know it. Here is the wee clip from where they’re on a ferry crossing at Mallaig:
“The Vampire is American but was-“ Anna stopped mid-sentence and stared off the bow. The view took her breath away. The sky, sparkling with the light of a million stars, seemed to touch the earth. Lights dotted the hills of South Skye, lending to the image that sky and earth were one and the same. “Dear Goddess, Liam.” Anna’s voice was soft and reverent.
“What is it?”
“How can you not see the beauty before you?” She gestured at the vista off the end of the ship.
“Ah, because you’ve jaded my eyes to all else. You are the only beauty I see anywhere.” Liam hugged her tightly to his chest.
Anna snorted at him. She grinned as she heard snickers from the others. “I love you, Wolfman, but I swear if you ever say anything like that again I’ll think you’ve cheated on me or something equally heinous.”
He nipped at her ear. “Okay, that was seriously corny, but if we had a few minutes alone, I’d show you just how beautiful I do find you.”
She shivered and turned in his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I know how beautiful you think I am. I can see it in your eyes.”
Beautiful, isn’t it? When it comes to her Liam’s heart is as soft as marshmallows.
And now I must start at the beginning of today’s blog. *grins*
Liam Taggart is 28 years old. That’s right, he’s younger than Anna. He is 6 feet tall and burly. He is thick with muscles but not overdone. His mouth is almost a hard line as he fights to keep his pack in one piece but it has a wonderful sensual curve when he smiles, the lower lip is full and begs to be nibbled on. His eyes are the green of a pine tree although they change to a bright sky blue when he is in the throes of arousal and yellow when he is furious or shifting to Wolf. Big, firm hands are capable of working hard as well as caressing Anna with…. erm *clears throat* Sorry about that.
Liam is magic. One can’t help that when one is a Wolf. As I said in a previous blog, Liam can use that magic to find his pack members. He can pull on Anna’s magic. He is a shifter.
Beyond the magic, Liam is a brilliant strategist. He excels at hand-to-hand combat. He is a sharpshooter and can shoot anything put into his hands. In fact, Liam was, in his late teens and very early 20s, a sniper for MI5. His job as a cleaner took him around the world and he saw many things. But he was needed at home. With Supernaturals in the higher levels of the intelligence agencies it was easy to get himself retired and sent home. (really, who better to do these covert things than the Supes?)
There is no Wolf more devoted to his pack and position; no Supe more devoted to justice and peace and no one who could love more than Liam. Save, perhaps, Anna.
And his love for Anna is ferocious and intense. He loves her with every fiber of his being. He would kill to protect her and it slays him every time he has to let her fight her own battles. Every breath he takes is for her and the pack. They are his life, his blood, his soul. When he met Anna, Liam came to life.
That is my Liam – surreal, unreal, lusty, lovable. (But he is fiction, ladies, don’t get any ideas *grins*) He is my D and more. The only way for you to know Liam better is to read the book.
Have a great day folks!