Senator, Mine Decadent Publishing 1 Night Stand Release April 2012 (http://www.decadentpublishing.com/index.php?cPath=75_105)
Eleanor adjusted her pack on her shoulders and stood at the curb, waiting to cross the Via dei Fori Imperiali. The crumbled ruins of the Roman Forum spread out on the opposite side of the road like shell fragments scattered along the shore after a violent storm. She clutched her newly acquired treasure in her hand and joined the horde of tourists sweeping across the road in a giant swarming wave as cars tried to skim past without hitting anyone. People, pointing and posing alongside the entrance to the ruins, clamored and chatted. A horn blew behind her and she turned to see a blue bus swerving on the narrow street. Tourists scattered like a flock of birds taking flight.
For a moment, she wished she had stayed longer in the little shop. At least it was quiet. And much cooler.She closed her eyes and squeezed the ring, taking comfort in its cool smoothness. Darius. She’d have to research the Senator when she got back to the hotel. For now, she had to figure out if she could go through with her hasty 1 Night Stand commitment. The promise was a night to remember forever, but was it the right thing to do? She hadn’t expected a match to happen so quickly.
Breathing deeply, she turned to face the past and stepped onto the stone walkway that meandered through the ruins. The Forum sprawled out before her. Rome, its glory crumbled around her like old dreams, beckoned her closer. Oblivious to the hordes of tourists lined to enter, the ruins whispered of lost beauty in a fractured column, a lone stair, a shattered statue. Eleanor sighed.
Her relationship with Peter hadn’t even lasted long enough to make its mark on the world. Not a pebble remained of their shared glory. Had it only been a mirage? Or a mistake? To invest so much in something so new – it felt out of place here in the Eternal city.
Yet the powerful Rome had fallen, too, and left its secrets scattered along the Via Sacra. If such a powerful nation couldn’t stand the test of time, how could she expect love to last past a fleeting moment? What right had she to demand more?
Druid, Mine Decadent Publishing 1 Night Stand Release June 2012 (http://www.decadentpublishing.com/index.php?cPath=75_105
“The loch?”He uncorked the mead and took a long sip. “That is Loch Gair. Ireland? You are in Hibernia, as the Romans call it. We call it Eire, miss.”
Her mouth opened to speak, but she uttered no words. Instead, she stood and gazed out over the hillside, past the stones for a moment.
When she turned to him, she almost whispered. “Yes, Madame Eve has sent me here to you. I’ve come a long way.”
The breeze tugged at her dress and tossed her fiery hair about her shoulders. She appeared as a fairy queen, ready to rule her kingdom.
“You wish to be here?”
“This is not what I expected.”
“Nor I.The fairy queen doesn’t often stoop to visit a lowly druid.” He took another drink of mead. That trickster, Danu. Solstice eve was never as it seemed.
Anya snorted. “I am no more a fairy queen than you are a druid.” She grabbed her purse. “Yet here we are in some wild countryside in a circle of stones and mist rolling around on the hills. I don’t know what’s going on.”
“If you are not fay, then how can you be here?” He stood. “This circle is magic, and fay told me you were coming. Why don’t you believe?” He reached for her hand and she pulled away. “You must be here for a reason.”
“This place is lovely, I’ll agree.” She walked and he followed. “But magic? Not so sure I believe in magic anymore. And who is Fay?”
“Fairy folk.” Danu is laughing at me, of that I am sure.
“Uh, huh. Fairies. The only fairy I’ve seen lately was part of a fountain. A statue.”
“If fay didn’t bring you, how did you get here? Where did you come from?”
Pharaoh, Mine Decadent Publishing 1 Night Stand Release Oct 2012 (http://www.decadentpublishing.com/index.php?cPath=75_105)
Kathryn is a veterinarian with a cause—she risks her financial security to help local cat rescue groups. When a stray cat, black with one green eye and one blue, meows at her door one night, Kathryn’s view of rescues changes quickly.
In Ancient Egypt, the throne is passed to the firstborn son, and when the sun rises over his father’s fresh tomb, Seti will claim his crown. Seti doesn’t want to rule, but the only other option is death, and his half-brother is happy to oblige.
Though Seti and Kathryn each need fulfillment in their lives, for one night they find peace in each other’s arms. At dawn, Bast will return to ferry them back to their responsibilities.
Excerpt coming soon!
Double Eclipse 75K SFR
MuseItUp Publishing http://museituppublishing.com/ Releasing fall 2012
The Orachian starmen piled off the transport landers in a teeming herd of sound and motion. They didn’t see her, but soon would spread out along the beach in the moonslight seeking their pleasure. She wasn’t ready yet. Just a little longer. But it wouldn’t hurt to take a closer peek.
Fragments of long-vanished sea life glittered and crunched as she crept toward the thin row of kneeling trees and thick hedgerows that blockaded the tall landers and their clutch from her ocean.
Her stomach knotted as bile filled her mouth. She froze. What? Only the waves. The urge to swim had subsided somewhat, replaced by cold terror of being discovered. She put her hand over her stomach and breathed in the warm air. Slowly. Calm down. Don’t screw it up before even having a plan. They wouldn’t catch her, and father wouldn’t ever know. She moved on, still crouching.
Stopping just shy of the dense brush, she waited. When she was sure they hadn’t spotted her, she dropped to her knees and crawled the last few paces to the edge of the overgrowth then crouched to peer through the crisscrossed branches. The men milled about, some looking up at the dark sky and pointing to the moons. The warmth from the landers radiated across the dunes and the metallic smell of heated exhaust rode on the sea breezes. They were finally here.
The Orachians stood taller than the men of Arei, and their bodies were not swim-slender, but thick and muscular. Most were dark-haired with brown skin in all shades from light to deep. She didn’t remember them being so beautiful. Tears threatened. Her silvery skin would stand out to them. She shook her head. How would she hide amongst them? They would never accept her as one of their own. She would leave with them, no matter. Fyn would not have her and her father would not use her for breeding.
The sand crunched behind her and still crouching, she spun, her heart clattering. Large hands grasped her around the waist and pulled her to her feet in one swift motion.