Eternal Rapture is out!Book One in the Ancient Awakening series
Long ago on the shore of the Sea of the Arabah five brothers were born…all immortal. To defend their destiny they must protect their eternal love.
Selene Farrell wasn't herself…or was she? Since arriving at Anthony Mager's remote castle to appraise ancient emeralds, she's been thrown back and forth in an erotic history lesson. In each memory, the man of the castle kissed, inflamed…bloody well fucked the life out of her. Her drenched panties couldn't take another orgasm — real or imagined.
However, she's also remembered her death. How is that possible? And will discovering the truth once again put her life in danger?
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excerpt
“I’ve never seen such exquisite examples of emeralds from the Ptolemy Dynasty.” Selene Ferrell adjusted her glasses. “You have an impressive collection.”
Anthony Mager leaned against the wall of his office, cloaked in shadow, and quietly watched. The still air around him pulsed with anticipation. The woman had her dark hair pulled into a conservative knot at the nape of her neck. And if she was whom he believed her to be, there was a highly sexual woman simmering beneath her reserved outward appearance.
She hummed a soft tune and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
Anthony relished the sight of her trim hips and rounded backside. She had a small waist and narrow shoulders. The faint scent of her perfume drifted on the air—he closed his eyes long enough to deeply inhale—he could also detect the essence of her feminine musk. His heart pounded. “I’m glad you’re impressed.”
She leaned forward for a closer look at the stones displayed on black velvet on the desk. “Well, yes, when I received your letter I couldn’t resist your invitation to this castle.” She glanced around the dark-paneled room, masculine elegance with leather furniture and lived-in comfort. “And the chance to examine Cleopatra’s emeralds,” she grinned, “was simply too tempting. I should tell you that I hadn’t really believed they were genuine.”
“I assure you, the pieces did belong to Cleopatra.”
“Were they part of the 1817 find in northern Etbai?”
The answer to her question was no, but she wasn’t ready to hear the reason why these emeralds had never been documented. If all went as planned, within a few hours she wouldn’t need his explanation. She would remember.
He didn’t need the appraisal. The emerald pieces were genuine artifacts from Cleopatra VII’s emerald mines. Commissioning Selene to appraise the emeralds had been an easy guise to lure her to the castle. His heart rate jumped. Even now, watching her at his desk, he could scarcely believe his soul mate at last sat before him. As he’d followed her through eternity, weaving in and out of many shared lifetimes, she had been the only salvation in his immortal life. And now she was here, in his castle for the weekend…for another lifetime.
Selene selected a ring with an oval stone in the center. She twisted it in the light, scratched some findings on a sheet of paper, then numbered and photographed the piece with her compact digital camera. None of her efforts were necessary because Anthony would never part with the stones regardless of their value.
Selene set her camera to the side and picked up the long tubular artifact. “This is beautiful.” The piece was ten inches in length and had a nearly three-inch diameter. A rounded, natural emerald capped the top. The stones along the sides were polished until smooth, yet the emeralds shone with a brilliant green in the sunlight streaming through the window. “I believe the base is made from bone.”
“Yes,” he replied. The piece she held in her hand was one he had given to Cleopatra on a warm spring night. The memory returned in vivid detail.
He lived as Mark Antony then, and had found his eternal love in Cleopatra VII.
