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ETERNITY
Descendants of Ra, #1
Cursed for
2000 years, Roman Nicolis has tracked his lovers’ soul through each
reincarnation only to lose her horribly every time. Reclaiming their love is
his only salvation. He’s been her friend, her father, her neighbor, but never
again her lover . . . until now.
A late night
walk home throws Stella Walker into the path of a killer. The last thing she
remembers are the deep blue eyes of the man trying to kill her—and the first
things she sees after a seven day coma are the same blue eyes in the handsome
face of the man hired to protect her. Is he truly the owner of a security firm
or the man who wants to finish her off? Is it fears she feels when Roman
touches her or the memory of something sweeter?
Past secrets haunt them. An angry demon
stalks them.
Roman will
do anything to recover what they once had. Though Stella’s ruined childhood has
made her close her heart and body to any man, he must get past the walls around
her to gain her love and trust, for it will take their union to defeat an
unexpected enemy sent from the Egyptian Gods. A man Romans respects, and Stella
trusts.
TWO
HEARTS.ONE SOUL. FOR ALL ETERNITY.
EVERLASTING
Descendants of Ra, #2
Kill the beast.
Save your brother.
Win your freedom.
No problem.
Falling in love with the cop trying arrest
you?
Problem.
To save his twin from death,
Reign Nicolis will have to bargain with Goddess of the Dead,
and once more become what
he despises, El Mortem, The Scourge, a killer trained to show mercy to none. But he
is haunted by those
who have fallen beneath his blade. Their ghostly shapes dog his
footsteps, relentless in
their torture to make him suffer for what he was put on this earth to
do two thousand years ago. Saving his twin ensures Reign’s enslavement to the
Goddess. She may own his body, but never his heart.
Detective Alexis
Lever’s career is in shambles. Her only chance at redemption is to discover
what happened to the body of Daniel Nicolis. To do that she’ll have to thwart
two men: Reign Nicolis and Roman Nicolis. Both belong in jail. But one has
stolen her heart.
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Everlasting Excerpt:
“I have been
with you for many days and could have killed you a dozen times, but I did not.”
Reign crowded Alexis until her back was against a wall and her gun was pressed
into the center of his chest. His face was the only thing she saw. Her breath
caught. Her insides fluttered.
“Do you wish
me harm, Alexis? If you do, your weapon will achieve nothing. I do not know if
my sword will achieve anything, but I dare say you would have better luck with
my blade than with your gun.” The word
rolled off his tongue like a sensual sigh. She lowered her weapon and shoved it
back into the holster.
Hilt first, he
handed the sword to her and waited until she had a strong grip before releasing
his hold. It pulled her down and thunked into the carpet. She tried to lift it,
but couldn’t. Reign smirked and sat on the sofa while she dragged the
blade—cutting a slice in the faded carpet—to the chair. Well-polished and honed
to a sharp edge, the sword glinted as she traced a finger over the intricate
design. The cold metal tantalized as she imagined him wielding above his head
while he charged onto a battlefield. The image was terrifying…and erotic.
Braided
leather wrapped around the handle and scroll characters traveled down the
blade. No, not characters, hieroglyphics. “Do you know what this says?” She
stroked the metal. Puzzlement crossed his featured, then a dawning awareness.
She thought he was about to lie and say no. Instead, he nodded.
He stumbled
over the pronunciations a few times before speaking. “‘I am the bringer. Face me and be judged’. I have never read
Egyptian before.”
“How’d you end
up cursed in Egypt?” Instead of answering, he looked away. Okay. Next question. “Why does the tether hold you here?”
His gaze swung
back to her. “The Vanquished. When they come and I can no longer function.”
“Who’s the
Vanquished?”
“Conquered
warriors haunting my soul. They are my penance, my tormentors. The only peace I
find is when I’m within one hundred feet of the one who balances my soul. You
are that person.”
She was about
to say she didn’t want to be that person
when his gaze turned sultry, swept across her face, down the column of her
throat and rested on her breasts. An internal switch flipped and she flushed.
Her fingers stroked down the blade as images of him—of them—entwined and doing
things she dreamed about flickered in her head. The positions, the thrusts, the
licks, and touches. Orgasms after orgasms. She, crying out his name.
His gaze
roasted her. Those oceany eyes kissed her lips, caressed her breasts, slid down
her body and settled between her thighs where she ached. Her finger slipped on
the metal and blood ran freely. The sharp sting seared all lustful thoughts
away. Instantly, he kneeled in front of her and grabbed her wrist. She tried to
jerk away, but he held her firmly, his thumb pressed hard on the wound.
“Apologies, your injury is my responsibility.
I never should have let you—”
“It’s okay.
It’s not that bad.”
“It is. My
nearness keeps causing you injury. That, I cannot allow.” His eyes blazed full
of anguish.
Strands of his
long hair swept across his face, partially hiding his expression. Alexis
brushed the wayward locks away. She skimmed her palm down his sculpted cheek
and through his short beard. His eyes widened and…he stopped breathing. Amazed
that she had actually caused a man to stop breathing at her mere touch, Alexis
leaned in for a taste, that’s all she promised. One kiss to settle the heat
stirring in her blood.
Centimeters
away from his lips, she paused, then drew away.
There’s a reason you're celibate, Alexis.
Too many relationships had soured quick and left her swearing off men for the
past year. But if there was ever a reason to end her diet, Reign was it.
He waited. Not
a muscle betrayed his emotions, yet a vein pulsed wildly at the base of his
neck.
But he lied.
What if you approach this logically? You want him.
Your panties are sticking to you, you want him so bad. So have him. Leave your
heart out of it. Hell, men do it. You can do it too. Screw him, let him work
all your kinks out. Just don’t fall in love with him so when the shit hits the
fan—
I won't be the one cut by the blades.
She pressed
her lips to his.
Holy hell! Nothing had ever tasted so delicious,
felt as delightful as his firm lips slanted across her mouth. His whiskers
gently brushed her skin, heightening her senses. His scent, woodsy with a hint
of musk, filled her lungs. She leaned into him, parted her lips, and licked the
seam of his closed mouth. He shuddered and his lips parted. His tongue darted
inside her mouth and ignited her blood.
He wanted her.
She didn’t just feel in it in his touch, but knew it as if she were peeking
into his soul.
They yanked
apart, she panting while Reign inhaled sharply and exhaled deliberately. His
pecs heaved as his gaze devoured her. Nothing made sense, not the heat surfing
through her body or the hunger gnawing at her soul. Kissing Reign erased the
presence of every man who had ever touched her. Flustered, she glanced down and
saw her finger still pressed between his.
He released
her. She wiped away the smear of blood and found perfect new skin. “Okay, so
how did you do that?” She held up the healed digit to his puzzled stare.
“I do not
know.” His gaze shifted away.
He’s lying. Disappointment
dissolved the lingering taste of him. Wow,
that didn’t take long.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Tmonique
Stephens wrote her first novel about a reporter and a hockey player after the
U.S. hockey team won gold in the 1980 Olympics. She loves writing flawed
characters who reflect the emotional baggage we all carry. She writes
complicated stories for complicated people. Paranormal romances and fantasy
novels are her favorite genre. She will read anything about fairies, demons, or
angels. She also enjoys Stephen King and
Dean Koontz.
She has a
Bachelor’s Degree in Creative Writing from City College of New York where she
won an English Department Award for her play Tea with Salt in 1987.
She was born
in St. Thomas USVI, but she grew up in The Bronx, New York one mile from Yankee
Stadium. She loves SyFy and the History channels, and Asian cuisine. But her
heart and stomach longs for anything from the Caribbean.
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