Title:
Everlasting
Release Date: July 9, 2013
Publisher: Tmonique Stephens
Content Rating: Heat level: heat level 4, 4 Not PG-13 – Lots of sex but some details left to the imagination; Rating 4 M/F consensual sex. No Menage. No BMSD;
Content Rating: Heat level: heat level 4, 4 Not PG-13 – Lots of sex but some details left to the imagination; Rating 4 M/F consensual sex. No Menage. No BMSD;
Word and
Page Counts: 114,576 words 470 print length
Blurb:
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.
~ * ~
Excerpt:
Alexis parked in her grandmother’s
driveway. The protective shield around her vanished. Her shoulders slumped.
Keeping Reign out of her mind exhausted her more than running around New York
City all night.
Stiff and sore, she climbed off her bike and
stretched the kinks from her protesting muscles. A shower, food, and sleep were
what she needed. Her chances of getting all three were slim.
Mrs. Kelly waved from her porch. She’d read
that the elderly didn’t need much sleep, but why was the woman up so early when
she didn’t have to be?
Alexis returned the wave and climbed the
porch stairs. The door opened as she reached for her keys. Reign’s big frame
blocked the entrance.
God, I’m too tired
for this. If only she could shove him out of her
way. She had about as much chance of doing that as she did moving a mountain.
He stepped to the side, clearing a path into the dim recesses of the house.
Sunlight filtered through the sheer ivory curtains hanging in the living room,
beating the gloom back and lifting her spirits.
“Anubis.” The word hung in the air.
Alexis turned. Reign stood in the middle of
the room. Hands at his sides, his body, an immense unyielding wall.
“The god in the moving images you showed
me, his name is Anubis. He is a lesser god, son of SET and Nephythys.”
She noticed he snarled the last name.
“There is no love between mother and son or
son and father. Daniel Nicolis is his pawn. I was sent here to stop him.” He
stepped closer to her. “I apologize for my deceit. It was meant to protect.”
She studied the drawn brows above his deep
blue eyes and the tight lines of his face. He seemed earnest. But then the best
liars were. And if he lied about one thing, what else could he be lying about?
“I’m not going to let you kill Daniel.”
“I have no intention of killing him.”
At least they got that settled. “I don’t
need your protection, Reign.”
“Yes, you do. I am all that stands between
you and those animals.”
There was no arrogance in his statement.
Just truth. She did need him. She also needed him to be honest. “And that’s the
only reason you're here? To stop the beasts?”
“I came to save my brother. But he does not
need me.”
“And afterward? When we find a way to stop
those things, what then?”
“…I find a way to leave you.” Tight voice,
his rigid face held no emotion.
“Good. The sooner, the better,” she mumbled
through the lump in her throat.
His eyes darkened, but he said nothing.
“When you leave, do you go back to
Chemmis?”
A cold wave hit her. His lips thinned into
an angry line and his hands fisted. He nodded once. Hmm? He held no love for
the place.
“I need to sleep.” She walked around him
and his fingers brushed the back of her hand. A jolt of sorrow caused her
entire body to seize.
Then his fingers slipped into her palm. A
dull ache welled in her center and spread to every cell, leaving a void in its
wake.
The pain wasn’t hers.
Alexis canted her head at Reign. To the
world, he was a six foot eight inch warrior. Deadly to his enemies and her
sense of self-preservation. Still, watching his bowed head, feeling the
desolation seeping from his palm into her, she saw the truth.
Their gazes locked. Longing lay naked in
the depths of his eyes.
“Reign—”
He claimed her lips with a scorching kiss.
Raw and hungry, her head reeled. A hand cupped her head. Another gripped her
hip and gave a gentle tug. She didn’t fight him guiding her closer or the
desire he ignited in her blood. His knee slipped between her thighs and he
lifted her until she hooked a leg around his waist. Chest to breast, abs to
abs, groin pressed against groin, she felt him lengthen. Her core blossomed.
Alexis moaned and his tongue slid into her mouth. He tasted like Sunday dinner
at grandma’s, Christmas morning, and Midnight on New Year’s Eve, while his body
promised Disney World. His biceps flexed as his hand slid under her shirt and
stroked up her back.
She moved her hand up his chest, feeling
the cotton fabric, the tense muscles beneath, and the thud of his racing
heartbeat. Then her fingertips brushed the bare skin of his neck.
A bundle of conflicting emotions slammed
into her. Passion warred with frustration and a simmering rage. Terror and
loneliness mixed with a profound hunger and a darkness no sun could penetrate.
Betrayal had tainted his memories, leaving an anger that stretched centuries.
All of this was woven together by bitter regret.
Questions cleared the lust from her mind.
She tore her lips away, aching from pain belonging to Reign. Briefly, his hands
tightened on her body. His head dropped into the crook of her neck before she
could search his face for answers. Warm breath fanned her collar. She bit her
lip to keep from protesting when his hands dropped to her hips and he set her on
her feet.
Alexis darted up the stairs to the safety
of her grandmother’s bedroom. She stripped off her jacket and refused to think
about the man camping in her living room. Yeah, right. As if she could order
herself not to still taste him on her lips, remember his hands on her body and
his tongue stroking her mouth.
How could she feel him, know his intimate
thoughts? The good and the f’d up ones. There were a lot of f’d up ones. So
many, he was a toxic stew, churning endlessly until he almost dragged her
under.
Alexis gritted her teeth. She didn’t have
time to decipher The Reign Riddle when Egyptian Gods roamed New York,
resurrecting bodies, and wild animals were running loose. If she read it in a
novel, she would’ve pitched it into the nearest incinerator.
But those things needed to die.
Period.
~ * ~
Review:
Coming Soon!
~ * ~
Work in Progress
EVERMORE
Book 3 in
the Descendants of Ra series.
Excerpt:
MEET AVERY AND EMELINE, THE HERO AND
HEROINE OF EVERMORE. BOOK 3 IN MY DESCENDANTS OF RA SERIES.
The beast backed away as if it didn’t want
to fight. That’s okay, because Avery wanted too. It wasn’t that he was more
deadly than the other brothers, he enjoyed it more. A part of him reveled in
blood and destruction, and the gore that came with it. Avery recognized the
horror dwelling within him and never let it out. But lately, after the battle
at RedZone, his control was off, slipping more each day. It had to be the lack
of sleep. Insomnia made everything fuzzy, except for Emeline. The need he had for her grew each second he
spent in her company along with the need to do whatever it takes to protect
her.
Shadows peeled away from a corner of the
ceiling and took the form of his phantom stalker. Avery glanced between her and
the quimaera, uncertain as to how the figment of his imagination had come in
contact with Alamut’s army.
I am Khuket. Come to me. The words filled his head like a sweet lullaby calming a fretful
child. His heart and breathing slowed, thought processes turned sluggish. He
climbed to his feet and stepped forward. The quimaera flanked him.
Bullets pinged against the stone. The
quimaera next to him jerked. It dropped to all fours and turned in the
direction of the doorway where Emeline peered around the wall, shooting.
“Wanna snap out of your trance and try
saving your ass?” Emeline shouted.
His phantom shrieked.
Emeline glanced up. Her eyes widened. “What
the hell is that?”
She saw her—it! The quimaera charged after
Emeline. She ran around the corner, out of his eyesight.
Stay.
The voice filled his head, sapped his will.
He wanted to obey, needed to. The core of fury in the center of his swelled,
stretching the cage he placed it in. Khuket crept closer, dark bands flapping
around her undulating form. Her eyes were too large in her pasty face. Yet her
allure captivated him. She wrapped herself around him, her lips brushed his
cheek, leaving an icy trail to his mouth. He wanted to taste her, breath in her
chaos and have it mingle with his fury.
You are mine. Her lips moved
without a sound. Avery’s head tilted down, then up in agreement. The tight
control he had asserted over himself failed. Unabated fury singed his nervous
system and coursed through his veins. The power intoxicated him. He had
forgotten how good this felt. Invincible. A scream swept through his foggy
brain.
Emeline!
Shots fired. Avery yanked himself out of
the phantom’s tight embrace. In a blink he was in the hallway. Emeline lay on
the ground, the quimaera hovering over her, its mouth open, its teeth
centimeters away from her skin. He leaped, arms extended, ghostly claws tipped
the ends of his fingers. He landed on top of the scaly back and thrust his
claws through the armored hide. The beast reared back, violently twisting and
turned as it tried to dislodge him. Its tail beat against him, but Avery
wouldn’t let go. It launched itself into the nearest wall.
Avery clung, he wouldn’t let go and the
exoskeleton took the brunt of the force. He climbed up the animal’s back,
hooked his arm around its neck, and dragged his claws across the beast’s
vulnerable throat. It dropped. He went down with it. Another slash and the head
lifted from the shoulders. He tossed it and rolled led to his feet in front of
Emeline. “Are you hurt?”
She lay against a stone column, breathing
hard. Her gaze skimmed over him. He could imagine what she saw, though fear
didn’t show in her eyes.
“Don’t worry about me. Worry about them.”
She pointed to the remaining quimaera coming up behind him… and the phantom.
~ * ~
Bio:
I wrote my first novel about a reporter and a hockey
player after the U.S. hockey team won gold in the 1980 Olympics. I love writing
flawed characters who reflect the emotional baggage we all carry. I write
complicated stories for complicated people. Paranormal romances and fantasy
novels are my favorite genre. I'll read anything about fairies, demons, or
angels, but I also enjoy Stephen King and Preston and Childs.
I'm hooked on 'Yes to the Dress', Game of Thrones,
The Walking Dead, and Arrow. I can't get enough of these show!
I was born in St. Thomas USVI, but grew up in The
Bronx, New York one mile from Yankee Stadium. I love SyFy, the History
channels, and Asian cuisine, but my heart and stomach longs for anything from
the Caribbean.
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