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This is one of my favorite excerpts in the Descendants of Ra series. I hope you enjoy Reign and Alexis. Everlasting, is the 2nd novel in my Descendants of Ra series.

 

“Damn, you’re beautiful.”

Reign couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. He’d been called many things in his long life, beautiful wasn’t on the list. For the first time, he was afraid. A woman had brought him low before, he couldn’t chance it, not again.

Fingers roamed his chest, teased his nipples, and eased down his abs. She took his hand and pulled him beneath the spray. On tiptoes, she leaned into him, her nipples teased and her breasts pillowed against his chest. Millimeters away from his lips, her tongue flicked out and licked his bottom lip.

“What are you waiting for?” Her belly brushed his arousal.

“You tease.” He didn’t recognize the strained voice that exited his mouth.

“Never about this.”

“You dangle what I want only to snatch it away the moment I reach for it.”

She grabbed his hands and forced him to her breasts. Her nipples pressed into his palms. Every muscle in him turned rigid. He crushed his lips to hers. She slid her hand up the back of his neck, slanted her lips across his, and drew his tongue into her mouth. Lost in the feel of her lush body and heady scent he wanted to lose himself in all she had to offer.

Reign yanked away. Rational thought was moments away from crumbling. “You don’t want this.”

“I do. I want you.” She rubbed against him.

Her slippery body drove him insane. And he adored it, loved that she made him want to commit a crime just to be near her, never wanted it end.

Damnation. “I won’t be gentle. I can’t. Not this time.” He hated that his voice trembled along with his body.

“I’m a big girl. I can handle you.” She shifted so that her curls teased his shaft.

His fragile control snapped.

Reign scooped her up and pinned her to the back of the shower stall. Alexis braced her feet on his hips and opened herself to him. He cupped her ass and slid home. He buried himself inside her tight, slick heat. Hot, wet, and so damn good, his seed boiled. He quivered from the strain.

Alexis gasped. Her eyelids fluttered closed as her hips bucked and her nails dug into his shoulders.

He hurt her.

He started to pull out, but she locked her long legs and arms around him.

“Don’t. Stop.” Her body clenched.

Locking him inside heaven.

Kill the beast.

Save your brother.

Win your freedom.

No problem.

Falling in love with the cop trying to 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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It’s time for another Mid Week Tease! New month and a new novel to tease you with. Here is a snippet from Everlasting, the 2nd novel in my Descendants of Ra series. Meet Reign Nicolis, former sex slave to an Egyptian Goddess, and Detective Alexis Lever.

A force yanked Reign to a stop, reeled him back, and slammed him to the ground. Pain ripped through his head. The Vanquished, his personal army of demons, shrieked inside his skull. He’d thought Nephythys would have alleviated the curse so he could return quickly to her servitude. He wasn’t surprised fortune didn’t favor him. It never had.

For countries, for kings, and for emperors, he killed. To honor the Nicolis name, he killed. And to protect the one person he loved—his brother—he killed. Too many to count fell beneath his blade, but each victory came with a price.

Roman must return. Without his brother’s easy temperament to balance the darkness in Reign’s soul, the Vanquished ruled, and he would become a madman, no better than the beast he chased. Soon he would lose rational thought and descend into madness. He hadn’t traveled all this way to become the thing he would destroy. No. His fingers cracked the hard surface of the black ground, searching for earth to hold onto and center him. Sometimes touching the ground from which all things sought sustenance helped suppress the riot in his brain. But there was no dirt beneath the surface of this strange ground. An ashy, gray substance covered his fingers instead of fertile earth.

A distant whimper reached Reign and gave him the strength to turn his head a fraction. A woman stumbled from the house. She wobbled on unsteady legs. A wild, curly mass of hair obscured her view. She rested on one of the wooden columns. One wrong step and she’d trip on the scattered debris and tumble down the stairs. He had to get to her before she fell.

Fighting the invisible demons weighing him down, Reign forced himself to his knees. Then he crawled. With each step, the cries of the Vanquished lessened, replaced by calming silence. If he were pious, he would offer a prayer that she stay put until her reached her.

She pushed away from the column. Her knees buckled. Seconds before her skull would’ve smashed onto the ground, Reign materialized. He dove beneath her and absorbed the brunt of the fall.

Damn the gods.

The feel of her solid form blasted through his petrified center. He hadn’t realized how much he missed this. Human contact. The simple act of touching and being touched. Warmth and the softness of a woman. So long denied, now he feasted.

He buried his face in her mass of curly hair and inhaled jasmine and honey. A moan ripe with longing ripped from his throat and he fitted her lush curves more intimately to him. She shivered and her breath curled in the air. Gently, he rolled and let her slide from his arms to her back. The pale glow of artificial light bathed her face and he forgot to breathe. Something so lovely couldn’t be real. Wasn’t real. Touching her shouldn’t be allowed.

Desire to taste her luscious lips—this one time—dug its claws into him, and drew him near. He brushed her wild tresses from her face and stroked a finger down her cheek, leaving a bloody streak. A quick search and he discovered a gash on the side of her head. He hadn’t saved her. And while he pawed her like an untried youth, she lay dying.

Kill the beast.

Save your brother.

Win your freedom.

No problem.

Falling in love with the cop trying to 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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Hi Everyone,

I can’t believe January is almost over. So far it’s been a great writing month. The 4th novel in my Descendants of Ra is complete. A secret novella I’m working on is nearing completion and two more novella’s are plotted and in queue. I’m focused on excited about the year.

So here is another excerpt of Eternity, Descendants of Ra Book 1. Stella is in for a big shock. Can she handle it? Or will she bail and run away?

“Good evening.” A cultured voice said behind Stella.

Startled, Stella jumped. One moment she was eavesdropping, the next she faced a very beautiful woman. Hazel eyes scrutinized every detail from her tee-shirt and jean stopping at her Converse and sweeping back up. And, by the censure on the woman’s flawless face, she found her severely lacking. After all, jeans and a tee couldn’t compare to a power suit and four inch heels.

“Hello.” She said.

“Who are you?” The woman’s voice cut to the point.

“I-I’m Stella Walker.” Shit! Why did I stutter?

A predatory, shark-like grin spread across the woman’s face.

Stella had seen that look before, in foster care, right before someone came under a vicious attack.

“The last time I saw you, you weren’t as … presentable, or upright.”

“Excuse me?” She blinked. Her thoughts scrambled, leaving her stuck on stupid.

“In your hospital room, I stopped by to bring Roman his dinner.”

“Oh,” relief washed through her. “You’re his assistant,” she stated.

Sculpted eyebrows arched into her blonde hairline. “We weren’t introduced properly, Miss Walker. I’m Bianca Maylor, Roman’s fiancée.”

Stella’s throat dried to sand. On Bianca’s left hand was a beautiful round cut diamond, which she lay across her bosom in a perfect display while her right hand extended for a handshake.  On reflex, she shook the woman’s hand and found it as cold as her eyes.

She knew—in the same way all wives, fiancée’s, and girlfriends knew—that the other woman faced them. A threat to their happily ever after, the embodiment of every hoe out there trying to steal their man, that—in this woman’s eyes—is what she was. Accusation and condemnation thinned Bianca’s lips and narrow her eyes to slits.

“Con-congratulations,” Stella stuttered. Her temple began to throb and the scar ache as a migraine began building. A heavy tread sounded behind her. She turned just as Roman entered the room.

And stopped short.  His blue eyes assessed both of them. She figured he was judging the threat level. Good idea. She wanted to gut him, just like Bianca’s words and that gaudy lump of coal gutted her.

“Roman, sweetheart, there you are. I was just about to track you down.”

Sultry. I could never duplicate that walk, Stella thought watching Bianca stroll up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He didn’t push her way.

Her left hand and that ring landed in the middle of his broad chest and caressed him.

Touched where Stella’s head had slept hours earlier.

Where her lips had kissed.

And he didn’t push her way.

“Mr. Nicolis, I’ve just met your fiancée.” She surprised herself by not choking on the words.

Cool and calculated, no emotions showed on his handsome face. He had plenty of emotion last night while he made lo-“I’ll leave you two alone.”

And, he didn’t stop her.

Didn’t say a word. He let her go and stayed in the room with his future wife.  She almost made it to the stairs before the first sob burned her throat. A body stopped her headlong race up her stairs. Blurry eyes, she couldn’t see who it was but, she brushed by him and stumbled into various rooms until she finally found her own.

She slammed the door behind her, tears stinging her eyes. They scorched a trail down her cheeks. “What did you expect?” she shouted at the empty room.

Undying love. All it took was a pretty story and she fell like a worn set of dominoes. “He lied.” He promised you nothing. Nothing at all. And while he made love to me, he thought of her.

Braced against the dresser, she stared at her reflection in the mirror and her stomach rolled. Roman Nicolis swept into her life as her savior, now she needed saving from him. “You stupid fool.”

Hysterical, she picked up the vase of fresh flowers. Ready to smash the roses, she caught her reflection again. The bitter woman staring back frightened her.

This couldn’t be her.

Only a cursed man would wait 2000 years for one woman.
For 2,000 years, Roman Nicolis has tracked his lover’s soul through each reincarnation only to lose her horribly every time. Reclaiming their love is their only salvation. He’s been her friend, her father, her neighbor, but never again her lover … until now.

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