Rite Of Passage: The Claiming

By BR Saiph

Long ago in a land now forgotten true love proves timeless.
A beautiful village maiden and a powerful young hunter yearn for each other, but want and reward are never guaranteed to align in the Rite Of Passage.
He must pit his skills against hers and no quarter will be given.
Sweat, lust and love combine to make this Claiming a heart pounding adventure right to the last panted breath.
A short story by B.R. Saiph

• Language: English
• Publisher: BR Saiph
• Release date: Jun 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9781999078638

BR Saiph

Life can't be all work and bills and raising kids. Why not spice things up with a little naughty tale or two? I'm just a guy with a cool cabin on his property where he enjoys writing erotic stories for his wife, lover and best friend, and now would like to share them with you. I like what I like, and I hope along the way you may enjoy some of the same.

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Rite Of Passage: The Claiming

By B.R. Saiph

Copyright © 2019 by B. R. Saiph

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof

may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever

without the express written permission of the publisher

except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

‘The Cabin’ Publishing

Somewhere, Ontario, Canada

https://brsaiph.home.blog

Printed in Canada

First Edition

ISBN 978-1-9990786-3-8

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Cover in part by Pixabay, Adobe Spark Post

First Printing, 2019

For my darling S.

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The Tale

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Sample from: The next book

The Tale

Sna’ia (‘Shuh Nay Ya’) sprang forward like a rabbit bursting from its den as the Rucktool horn shattered the early morning silence with its deep baritone wail. The young women jostled each other through the large clearing, penned in on each