Some sage words from one of my favorite supporting characters. Anthony "LUV DR" Davis--international celebrity and reluctant oracle of the gods.
Happy Book Teaser Tuesday! Here's a little something from Crystal Tide. Xieran - What can I say? He's just so sexy. *Sigh*
Hi, romance readers! I'm moving my book excerpt share days around a bit and, today, I thought I'd share a little something from my work in progress, Storm Tide. Karr and Isdra's story is book 4 in the Tides of Atlantis series. I'm having so much fun with the couple in this book. Karr and Isdra have sparks flying right from the beginning. This scene here is when they, finally, meet up for real...
Storm Tide Excerpt:
“In here,” Isdra grunted under the weight of the Northman. She and Sven had dragged him from the alley behind the museum. The look of surprise on Sven’s face when the giant of a man went down from the blow to the head he’d administered would have been laughable if not for the situation.
“Isdra,” Sven panted as they tugged the warrior into her room, “tell me again why we can’t call the police? This madman chased you through town with murder in his eyes.”
“No police,” Isdra said. They both heaved together as they pulled him unceremoniously onto the bed. “It would draw too much attention.”
She knew that explanation made no sense. Sven looked at her as though she’d gone mad. The assassins had said ‘no police,’ not that she’d even thought of enlisting the humans’ to help her cause. What could they do? She was dealing with ancient curses here, enchanted swords and the like. She couldn’t tell anyone that, certainly not Sven. He still thought of her as hapless foreigner with amnesia. He had no idea she belonged to a completely different species from a realm of warring kingdoms beneath the sea. The humans loved their fairytales, but she knew better than to suggest to any of them that the creatures they thought of as ‘mermaids’ really did exist.
“That makes no sense, Isdra,” Sven voiced the words in her head. “He tried to kill you.”
The man on the bed groaned, but his eyes remained closed.
“Shh, Sven, don’t wake him.”
Sven crossed his arms, giving her a cross look. She couldn’t remember him ever looking at her like that before. It made her want to laugh, but she held it in. Poor Sven. Here he was, helping her yet again. She could tell though that he was at the end of his rope. A light bulb went off in her head at that idea.
“We need some rope,” she said.
“Yes, to tie him with.” She rolled her eyes. This whole situation had her at her wits end. How in the world had the Viking man survived the sea? When he woke, she would make him tell her everything. Then he would give her the sword. He didn’t have it on him, but he had to be hiding it somewhere. She looked down at the giant of a man her friend had managed to clobber over the head. His clothes from before were gone—all of his warrior’s furs and leather. Now, he wore a black, tight fitting Norhtface jacket over a gray thermal undershirt with a dark blue athletic t-shirt over, a dark pair of snow pants and boots. The muscles in his arms and chest couldn’t even begin to be camouflaged by all the layers. Just like before, in the cave, the sight of him left her breathless.
She looked up from the man to Sven who stood there, staring at her with a strange look on his ruddy face.
“Go,” she whispered, “quickly. We need to get him tied before he wakes up again.”
She looked back down at the Viking. The big man was so much more pleasant when asleep. Where had that thought come from? She really had gone insane.
“I’m not going to leave you here alone with him!” Sven whisper yelled.
“What are you going to do?”
“What do you mean what am I going to do?” Isdra had about had it with her friend. He might be loyal, but he did not take orders well—would not make a good warrior. “I’m going to take off his clothes!”
Sven looked absolutely scandalized. Isdra shook her head.
“Oh, for… er… sky’s sakes, or whatever you all say, Sven.” She made an annoyed sweep of her arm to indicate the outside even though they were in her basement apartment and she didn’t have a window. “A naked man can’t run away in the snow now can he?”
Sven’s jaw dropped. He looked from her to the unconscious man on the bed.
Isdra had had enough.
Without another word, he shook his head and left. Isdra turned back to the task at hand.
“Yes, right,” she began mumbling to herself, “men without clothes don’t run off in sub degree temperatures. And that is why I am doing this. That’s the only reason I’m touching you. The. Only. Reason.”
You beautiful, golden beast of a man, she added in her head. She let out a small disgusted sound even as the palms of her hands tingled.
“Gods, do you have to be so good looking?” She asked of no one within hearing.
Oh-so-gingerly she undid the zip on his coat then, one at a time, she pulled them off his arms—no easy task considering how heavy they were and the whole time she worried he’d wake. Fortunately, he slept on. Next, she reached out for the hem of his shirt very carefully. A breath away from his belt line, the warrior inhaled. His stomach bumped against her fingertips. She jumped back, freezing in place at the contact. He let out a loud snore, the sound rattling Isdra’s frayed nerves even more. She waited for several seconds, but he remained asleep. Breathing a sigh of relief, she moved close to him again, looking him over in the low light of her bedroom.
His hair was the color of late summer wheat, a shade lighter than his amber eyes. Dark blue designs crept up his skin on one side of his neck then disappeared beneath his shirt. The soft rise and fall of his breathing pulled her focus to his torso, lulling her with its rhythm, making her realize how tired she’d become all of a sudden. His chest seemed like a really nice place to lie down. He was so broad. Everything about him looked warm and inviting, the perfect cushion on a cold winter’s night.
“Ridiculous, Isdra,” she scolded herself, “some Arelani warrior you are! Going and getting flustered at the sight of a man.” She shook her head then started pulling at his clothing, starting with his boots. “If your father, the king could only see you now…” one heavy wet shoe fell to the floor then the other, “… losing your edge,” she pulled off a sock, “breaking concentration and getting… what is it the humans say? Dis-com-boobed?” then the next. Ignoring his lower region for the time being, because there was only so much she could stand at one time, she moved up and yanked both of the shirts he wore up to the middle of his rock hard belly. Sweet gods, the feel of him! He was indeed as warm as he looked, with skin like velvet poured over chiseled stone. Closing her eyes—mostly—she wrestled the shirts the rest of the way off of him.
When she did look, all the air left her lungs and her mouth went dry. It looked as though the Nordic gods had forged him specifically for an example of what a warrior should look like. He was so tall his feet hung off the end of her small bed. Every line and ridge of his abdomen stood out distinctly under his golden skin. The tattoos on his neck stretched down and fanned out over his chest. They covered both of his arms, trailing intricately over his entire torso in the sharp angled patterns of the ancient Norse. Over one side of his chest, a dragon curved all the way across his shoulder and down his arm, flames flying out of its mouth. Intricate designs travelled all the way the side of his torso, over his hip and abdomen, disappearing down beneath the top of his pants.
His pants that her fingers were curling into the waistband of even as she stood there drooling. Isdra blinked, realizing that she’d not only drank in the sight of his entire bare upper half with her eyes, but she’d also felt every inch with her hands. She looked at the space of fabric below her fists, her mouth going dry when she noticed the sizable bulge there. Oh! That place between the tops of her legs clenched.
Her stare jumped up to his face. He still slept. But… was there the slightest hint of a smile on his lips? Impossible. Footsteps clunked down the three stairs to the lower level of the small museum that she called home. Isdra rolled her eyes once more at Sven’s lack of stealth. Quickly, she grabbed the blanket off the floor and threw it over the warrior. He could keep the pants.
Once Sven entered the room they proceeded to tie him to the bed. With a last glance at the man in her bed, she left, locking the door behind her.
If you haven't started the Tides of Atlantis series yet, here's the reading order so far. You can find them on Amazon and even read them for free on Kindle Unlimited! Descriptions and buy links can be found here under the "Books" tab.
King of the Tides
Happy Book Teaser Tuesday, romance readers! Here's a tiny tease from my WIP, Storm Tide. I have to say, this next lost king of Atlantis is working his way into my heart. *Sigh
Tides of Atlantis Series
Mankind and the gods alike have grown complacent and the restless forces of the underworld that have been simmering beneath the surface are coming out to play. They will not stop until their thirst for vengeance is satisfied and all worlds have returned to yawning pre-time chaos.
Ten lost kings ─ sons of Poseidon ─ and rulers of a condemned land are our last hope…if only they can be found. Cursed by the gods after the fall of Atlantis, the kings have passed into anonymity with no memory of who they are. Forces of both good and evil are hunting them. Poseidon needs them to win the war for the universe. Evil is bent on their destruction.
"They'd found each other in a dream world...
... a place so illusive that to meet someone there defied fate."
Tides of Atlantis
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Happy Monday! I hope your week is getting off to a great start. Here's a dreamy little book moment from Crystal Tide to get your day going. This scene finds Kay in what she thinks is a hallucination brought on by a psychic's meddling. She's swept away to an ancient time, landing in the palace of King Amphere who believes her to be a present sent to him from the gods. Never mind that he happens to look an awful lot like her sexy captor, the damnable Xieran who's accused her of being a spy! Read on for a moment of romance.
Amphere’s eyes flicked around the space then came back to her. She sank further down into the pillows. He really did smile then... and moved closer, swallowing up the bare distance between them.
“It’s just a resting place,” he said, his voice low and silky.
“A resting place?”
“A place to rest,” he kneeled down on the floor, his strong thighs, golden and naked, parted the sides of his garment. His eyes swept the length of her, making her skin prickle all over.
“… among other things.”
Kay’s eyes widened.
His chest was so broad. All of the muscles on his torso and arms gleamed in the torchlight. Sweaty, she thought trying to bring up an appropriate amount of disgust. Dirty. Think dirty she told herself. All that did was bring to mind more lascivious thoughts. Sweat on him looked good. Salty. She licked her lips.
“Uh… I-I’m not tired,” she said.
His head dropped down. He looked up at her through his thick, dark lashes.
“That’s good. Neither am I.”
There you have it! Your Monday Moment in Romance. For more moments with Kay, Xieran and... ahem... King Amphere, pick up a copy of Crystal Tide today.
Desires and Passion are brewing in the Tides - as unexpected as a hurricane and as old as an ancient land.
“That’s the funny thing about will…sometimes your own bumps up against that of another’s.” ~Xieran Amphere, Crystal Tide
Devastated by the loss of both parents and running scared after a break-in at her home, Kay Laurens jumps on the first plane out of Denver heading south to Miami. There she meets up with, of all people, a love psychic for answers. On the tip of the Bermuda Triangle, she is swept up into the dark world of an ancient cult and sent on the ride of her life. Then her incense induced visions come to life in the form of an inter-world travelling, suspicious and sinfully hot immortal agent for Mt. Olympus.
Xieran has no memory of who he was before being stolen by Hermes. The Greek god uses him to enter Earth's sphere under the guise of an affluent art dealer in search of an elusive artifact which, if he can find, will win him his freedom. When his latest mission is brought up short by a female grad student breaking into his complex travel system, he can’t help but be suspicious. It makes no difference that he finds her more and more irresistible with each encounter. With demon outbreaks, nefarious characters working in the Underworld and a power struggle of epic proportions going on, no one can be trusted.
As they are thrown into the Tides together, Kay and Xieran set out on a whirlwind adventure, racing through the streets of Rome, Miami and even Western Australia to chase down the answers that will win them their freedom from the overbearing gods. Will they come to terms with destiny and conquer the evil taking over the Tides, or will they succumb to the passion growing between them?
18+ This book contains some sex violence and adult language. If such things offend you, please don't buy this book.
Good morning, lovely readers! Happy Monday. About that... Monday I mean, I thought I might try something new here on the blog to start the week off right. Here is a special "Monday Moment" from my book, Moontide. Short and sweet, just a little teaser scene packed with a yummy bit of romance featuring one of my favorite couples--Ronan and Cindy. In this scene, we get a peek at the lost island of Atlantis that Ronan calls home. Even surrounded by the extraordinary beauty of a magical island though, all Cindy can think about is the man who brought her.
Moontide, Tides of Atlantis book 1
“So what do you think cara?” He asked ambiguously.
What did she think? She thought she’d like the taste of his skin on her tongue!
His eyes twinkled. She swore he could read her mind.
“Of the island,” he prodded.
“Oh,” Cindy said shaking her head to clear it, “right, it’s incredible.”
Her eyes wandered to his pecs, hard and bare where his shirt gaped open, then back up to his face. She cleared her throat.
“I-is it like this all over, the whole place I mean?”
Ronan shook his head, keeping his gaze on her.
“No, it has many different terrains, many lovely spots, and many dangerous ones as well,” he reached up to stroke the side of her cheek. She got the feeling they weren’t just talking about the island. “This is one of my favorite places. I come here to be alone.”
“I can see how this would make a nice little hide out.”
The tight area buzzed with desire. It made every cell in Cindy’s body strain with anticipation, waiting for his touch. A bird called out, startling her as it flew overhead and she looked up. Without warning, Ronan pulled her to him, claiming her lips again. Her mouth met his eagerly, hungrily… finally!
She’d been tense with waiting, had wanted him ever since they’d kissed in the cave behind the waterfall… and back in Miami on the beach, and in her hotel room, and at the lighthouse. She figured she was pretty much a powder keg of lust by now.
She pushed both of her hands against his chest and a low sound came from deep within him. Then he lifted himself up and brought her underneath him all in one movement. Cindy shivered.
He’d been throwing kinks in all of her best laid plans since the moment she’d first set eyes on him. She’d had no control over anything since he’d stalked out of that rock wall two nights ago, not even in her dreams.
As they kissed, something warm and liquid flowed through her. His tongue plunged into the recesses of her mouth, bringing on a flood of need that made every part of her thrum with heightened sensitivity. The rough pads of his fingers caressed her neck then her chest and she shivered again.
He pulled up just enough to focus on her face.
“Are you cold, cara?”
He didn’t wait for her answer before covering her body with his own then he seared her with another kiss that left her feeling anything but cold. In fact, everywhere they touched she burned. She drove her fingers into his hair and wriggled underneath him trying to get… what? More contact… less? She didn’t know, but she needed something to quell the ache that was building inside of her.
There you have it--your "Monday Moment." If you'd like to read about all of Ronan and Cindy's moments, pick up a copy of Moontide on Amazon!
Upon A Moonswept Tide…
Trapped in time…Ronan Garring is a man of action; a ship captain who has sailed the seas from Europe to the Caribbean…in the seventeenth century. When he is tricked by a sea nymph, he is sent to a deserted island in Poseidon’s realm to serve the gods for all time. On a mission to modern day Miami, he finds his earth home crawling with underworld evil and is waylaid by an enchanting human woman who seems to stall his attempts at completing his quest at every turn. He can’t be sure if she is an entirely innocent wrecking ball or the agent of a more sinister force. Against all his good intentions, he finds himself continually, albeit pleasantly, entangled with her both in this world and beyond.
Searching…for a friend whose gone missing, Cindy Pierce left the Rocky Mountains for the beaches of Miami to try to make sense of, what looks to be, a hopeless case. As the trail grows cold, she stumbles into an intriguing dark stranger and is literally knocked flat. Fierce and intense as he is, towering over her and exuding old world masculinity, she can’t help her body’s immediate response to him. When she finds herself being chased across the southern tip of Miami and into the Florida Keys by the handsome foreigner however, she’s convinced he’s not only psychotic but intent on doing her harm. Once she finds herself in his arms again though, her attraction to him can’t be denied and neither can the fact that he may be the only one who can save her from the dark forces at work on the beach.
18+ This book contains some intimate scenes and adult situations. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Tides of Atlantis Series
Mankind and the gods alike have grown complacent and the restless forces of the underworld that have been simmering beneath the surface are coming out to play. They will not stop until their thirst for vengeance is satisfied and all worlds have returned to yawning pre-time chaos.
Ten lost kings ─ sons of Poseidon─ and rulers of a condemned land are our last hope…if only they can be found. Cursed by the gods after the fall of Atlantis, the kings have passed into anonymity with no memory of who they are. Forces of both good and evil are hunting them. Poseidon needs them to win the war for the universe. Evil is bent on their destruction.
Join the race to find the kings in Amanda V. Shane’s new Tides of Atlantis series and help them to discover their soul mates, the women who will win their lost hearts and help them fulfill their destiny!
Yes, you read that right--a book cocktail. If you've been reading this blog for very long at all you know me well enough to know that I adore adult beverage type love potions of every kind. Added to that is the fact that I hide a special drink inside each of the Tides of Atlantis books and they turn into the cocktail especial for my newsletter subscribers on release days. Today, I was in my mad scientist lab (i.e. kitchen) mixing up something extra special for you, dear readers.
Voila! I give you "the pink drink" from Marley's trip to Asphodel in the Hell Realm from King of the Tides. The heroine of the book herself named this concoction The Unicorn Fart and, as we all know, she's a pretty tough cookie so I am not going to argue with the fire eyed, demon blood bearing girl. (Or her bad ass, demon slaying boyfriend for that matter.) I'm just the writer here folks, Unicorn Fart it is.
Read on for a tiny little bit from the scene this whimsical beverage originated in then be sure to sign up for the Amanda V Shane Newsletter for your very own Unicorn Fart Cocktail recipe card to be sent out on release day for King of the Tides! Have your drinks ready then meet me in the Tides to celebrate book three of the Tides of Atlantis series on Jan. 29th 2020. See ya there!
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Asphodel - realm of thoughts, dreams and wishes
Excerpt from King of the Tides:
She couldn’t sit here in this stew any longer. She had to move, had to find out what had happened to Adam. Her chest ached at the thought, but she forced herself up. As she moved, the mist and smoke combined. Wet, black droplets formed in the air and a strong wind started to blow. In no time, icy sludge drenched her skin, chilling her to the bone. When she brought her head up to look through it though, a light, round and white, took shape in the rain. With nothing left to lose, she walked toward it.
The further she went, the brighter the light got. It grew so blinding she threw her arm up over her eyes. After several moments, the rain stopped. She lowered her arm and opened her eyes to find herself standing in a sun-filled meadow. Lush grass folded beneath her feet, tiny white flowers springing up everywhere amid the green.
“How thoughtful of you to come.”
Marley whipped around at the sound of the voice. Powerful, white light blinded her once again but then it mellowed into the shape of a gorgeous white skinned woman. White like the flowers in the meadow. Simms, the Time Keepers’ tech agent, had fair-skin and red hair, the two kind of went together, but this lady was the color of fresh snow.
“Don’t trust anything here, Marlowe.”
Adam’s voice echoed in her ears. Tears welled up in her eyes when she looked up at the shining apparition. Just like before, above the Acheron, misery pulled at her heart.
The woman cocked her head to the side, a benign smile on her silvery lips. Her eyes shone green as emeralds against her pale skin.
“Oh, but you are sad… so very sad.” A sincere look of concern came over the woman’s face.
Marley shook her head.
“Who are you… or what?” She asked the spirit. “And where am I?”
The being smiled.
“I am so close to a mystery,” she said cryptically. “My name is Daeira. You, child, stand in the meadow of deciding, very near the realm of thoughts, dreams and wishes. Far to the east lies the Gate of Horn, to the west, that of Ivory. You are in the very middle.”
Marley’s gaze left the woman. Sure enough, off in the distance to one side, a shining white gate appeared. When she looked to the other side, there stood a black gate.
“Your lover and your friends are not far, but you should come inside and rest.”
Marley’s heart leapt into her throat. Had she just said…? She called him her lover. That wasn’t accurate. They’d never… heat flushed her body at the thought. The sun suddenly seemed brighter. Daeira made a small sound, a sigh. When Marley looked up, the spirit smiled at her again. Was Adam still out there with the warriors somewhere… alive?
“Where are they, if they are alive, as you say?”
The lady’s smile only brightened as she started to grow transparent.
“Wait!” Marley yelled, but too late.
The vision disappeared as quickly as it had come. The place where the beautiful glowing woman had stood became a perfect arch carved into the air, a doorway. It was obvious she was meant to walk through it. Marley stepped through the passageway. Immediately, her head began to swim. Everything she saw blurred as though she were underwater. She pinched at the space between her eyes wishing for just one recognizable thing to pop up in this damn realm—something normal.
“I wish I was at home,” she muttered.
The words fell out of her mouth before she’d even thought about them. Then she started to laugh—a testament to her failing sanity. It was the home part that got her. She had no clue why she’d said that. When had she ever had a real home? Where she’d grown up certainly couldn’t be considered one. The time she’d spent shackled underground in Adam’s ‘palace slash demon apocalypse armory’ didn’t count and her apartment above Maria’s—she’d lived there for a hot ten minutes. She rubbed her eyes. The laughter made them water… yeah, that explained the wetness. When she opened them again, she gasped, unable to believe her eyes. She stood in her room at the Time Keepers’ base, back in Colorado.
What had just happened? This must be another trick or a dream. She walked to the very utilitarian, single bed in her living space in the underground bunker the Time Keepers called The Mountain. A metal nightstand stood beside the bed with a stack of comic books on it. A soft sound escaped Marley’s throat at the sight of them. If any of this were real, then she knew what she’d find in the slim drawer of the stand—her copy of Anne of Green Gables. Stark as it appeared, this was maybe the one place she’d ever felt like she didn’t have the sole responsibility of watching her own back. The Keepers all converged at The Mountain regularly. Their headquarters lie hidden deep underground beneath the remains of an old mine shaft. She’d done a lot of training here, learned a lot about the Keepers and their legends. It was also one of the few places she’d ever felt safe.
She realized how dumb that sounded since it had been built with the end of the world in mind, but there was her twisted thought process for you.
This was wrong. It was perfect, but so wrong. Marley shook her head. Everything looked the same as she’d left it the last time she’d been here. It couldn’t be though… none of this could be real. She swiped her hand down through the air above the nightstand to prove it, expecting her fingers to whoosh through the façade of the piece of furniture.
“Ow… mother… ahhh!” Marley grabbed her fingers. Dammit, that hurt.
Yanking open the drawer in the stand, she peeked inside. Sure enough, a first edition, leather-bound copy of her favorite book lay tucked inside. Kay’s mom had given it to her from her own collection when she’d seen Marley’s tattered copy.
Her mouth gaped open as she stared at the book.
“No way,” she said.
Reaching out, she brushed her fingertips over the treasure then grabbed the book and sat on the bed. That felt real too, same hard little mattress she remembered. Hmph. She wondered how Adam’s great big bed would look in her Spartan little bunker room. Even as she thought it, the mattress under her butt got softer. She looked down. Yup, soft black sheets now covered the same bed from Adam’s room.
Her knees were nearly at the edge of the room now because of the size of the big bed. She smoothed her hands over the super soft sheets as she laughed. Maniacally. Might as well embrace her lunacy and go all out, Batman villain style.
The realm of thoughts, dreams, and wishes.
“I could really use a drink right about now,” she said to the open air. Not Adam’s smooth cognac either, or burning whiskey. Something with foam would be nice… and a cherry.
In her hand, a curvy glass appeared. It contained a frothy, pink liquid with a sparkly mist that swirled around the juicy looking red fruit in the middle.
“If a unicorn ever farted into a glass, this would be what it looked like,” Marley said. “Nice touch, Wish Realm,” she added then took a sip.
It tasted heavenly, just enough alcohol to hint at what lurked under all the fruity goodness. Dangerous—the way she liked it.
Well, if Adam had her dropped off here to be babysat in some wishing realm while he went off to fight demons and have all the fun without her, she might as well make the most of it. She took another drink then ate the cherry.
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Happy Book Teaser Tuesday! Here's another excerpt from King of the Tides. Release day is only a couple of weeks away--pre order your copy today! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B082RJJGFQ
“You have to promise me,” she gasped, “you have to promise you’ll look out for them, no matter what. Cindy, Kay, Shep, the Keepers—all of them. They’re the only family I’ve ever had. Take care of them.”
Her behavior became more erratic, her eyes wild and distressed. She was breaking the heart Adam didn’t think he had, and he didn’t know how to soothe her. He’d do anything—say anything—but he was afraid if he did, it would be a lie. He truly didn’t know if she could get better on her own.
“I promise, Marlowe, but there’s no need. You aren’t going anywhere.” He smiled then tried to lighten the mood. “And no matter how many times you tell me to, I’m never going to leave you alone anyway. So, there’s that.”
She didn’t smile back. She settled a bit though so he loosened his grip, smoothing the hair away from her eyes. But then she tensed again.
“And another thing,” she said, her eyes going completely dark. No fire lit behind them at all, just blackness stealing in like poisoned water. “Stop them.”
He knew exactly who she meant. Those pieces of human refuse from the back alley. He’d put a few thugs and criminals out of everyone’s misery in his time, but only when they got too close to his world. You walked a fine line as an immortal when it came to running interference.
His predicament was one of knowing. Much the same way the gods couldn’t visit the human world in all their divine glory for fear of it affecting free will, the choices he made concerning humans could be just as drastic. Just look what he’d done to Marlowe. He’d changed her DNA—despite any choice she might have had in the matter. How was that for disrupting free will?
Her eyeliner streaked down her face in watery trails. He brushed at the smudges on her cheekbones with his thumbs as he held her stare. She was a hellion this woman, a warrior like no mortal he’d ever seen. She’d struck a chord with him the moment she’d walked into his club, demanding things, challenging him—the biggest bad in this whole damn town. When he’d pulled her off the roof that night after she’d been bitten, then gone against the rules of the gods to save her life, he’d told himself it had been to keep the peace between the otherworld and the Time Keepers. Even then he’d known that wasn’t the truth.
Fuck. He’d fallen for her the very first night.
Now he looked into her altered eyes, feeling the heat from the fire behind them. Once again, it mirrored his own. Once again, it marked her as his.
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Amanda V Shane is an author of paranormal and fantasy romance and is currently working on her Tides of Atlantis series about the super hot lost kings of Atlantis as well as her Enchanted Lands Romances.