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Eternal Rapture - Ancient Awakening Series
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Blurb
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EROTICA
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
Erotica
"This is unlike anything I've ever seen."
Anthony gulped in air. He'd been consumed with his memory.
Pressure built behind the fly of his jeans. He shifted his
stance to give room to his rigid erection. It helped but the
woman before him blended with the memories of his eternal love.
Too many years had passed and his hunger for her caused a piercing
ache in his gut.
"It's very unusual in shape." Selene held it to the light and traced
the inlaid gold with her fingertip. "It's not from the same collection."
As if suddenly understanding what she held, she quickly set it back on
the black velvet. "Oh, well, I may need more time to determine the age
and origin of that piece."
Anthony stepped from the shadows and Selene sucked in her breath. Her
violet eyes widened. He picked up the piece she'd held in her hand. "I
could tell you what I know." He ran his thumb over the emerald top. "The
inlay is flawless." He traced the golden scrolls along the sides. "Feel
how smooth, but with enough definition to produce ribbing." Her eyes widened.
Rapid beats of her heart were visible in the pale skin of her neck. A rise in
her temperature released more of her perfumed scent. He breathed deeply, his
stare never wavering from hers.
She turned away and grabbed another stone. "Do you mind if we move on to the
intricate carving of this particular emerald." Picking up her pencil, she then
pointed to the fine details of the grooves etched into the stone with the point.
"This is astonishing. You can see Cleopatra had her image carved into the stone.
It is believed these were gifts to visiting dignitaries."
She was right. But it was the unfamiliar piece he wanted to discuss. Studying the
artifact aroused her. Sexual energy brought awareness of their lives together. The
pleasing essence of the mouth-watering wetness between her legs tempted his senses.
More proof that Selene was once his queen. Unlocking her memories would bring forth
the personality of the woman he'd loved for many millenniums.
"Emeralds adorn many mummies from the Middle and New Kingdoms. But it is these from
51 to 30 B.C. that are the most prized. You have an extensive collection, Mr. Mager.
In fact, I don't believe I've ever seen such a vast amount and the quality is
extraordinary. The few pieces known in existence are in museums."
"Remember our contract. No one is to know of my collection."
She stiffened at his words then relaxed her shoulders, thrust out her pointed chin, and
looked up at him with her petite nose proudly in the air. "I've been paid a commission.
I have no plans to renege on our agreement."
She wouldn't have to. If he was right, by tomorrow she wouldn't want to leave him.
Selene willed her rampantly beating heart to still. How was she supposed to determine
age and origin of some jeweled replica of a penis? The email and subsequent letter from
Anthony Mager had piqued her interest in unnatural proportions.
Egyptian artifacts had always fascinated her and then there was her affinity with Cleopatra.
The Emerald Mines in Upper Egypt were synonymous with the queen.
This wasn't Egypt, but Britain. And she didn't normally go to castles in the hills of North
Wales. At least not alone. The temptation proved too great. So here she was appraising an
ancient emerald sex toy.
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