First of all, an apology: I started writing the third installment of Futa Centaur a couple of months ago, but, well… life intervenes. I was offered some extra work, and what with an overseas holiday then Christmas coming up, how could I refuse?
Unfortunately, that job also ended up sucking up most of my writing time, with the result that Futa Centaur 3 has mostly just been stuck in my skull. Which is unfair on readers, because (to my lasting regret) Romanced by the Futa Centaur ended on such a cliffhanger.
I’m hating making you wait so long.
Which is why I’m posting chapter one of Futa Centaur 3 (its working title) here, for free. It should at least tie up a little bit of the loose ends left dangling in Romanced. This is a draft, of course, but any revisions should only be minor.
Enjoy, and see you all in 2020!
Gennara stared, her mind whirling. This was Bles? This lanky, mild-looking man with the dirty, gray hair was black-hearted, “Bloody Bles”, the fearsome magician? Apart from his robes and the hair and beard, he looked almost harmless. When he smiled, his black eyes seemed almost to twinkle.