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Darkness Undone
interconnects with the Fallen Guardians’ worlds.
On a side note,
Reynner ( the hero of DU ) was once Aethan’s best friend. Yes, they were :)
3000yrs later they meet again. You’ll find out what happened, see how one impulsive comment changed their lives forever.
You’ve read Aethan’s story, now it’s Reynner’s turn…
3000yrs later they meet again. You’ll find out what happened, see how one impulsive comment changed their lives forever.
You’ve read Aethan’s story, now it’s Reynner’s turn…
BLURB
A fading realm, a
warrior bound, and the woman who will save them both…
Bound to a vengeful goddess, immortal warrior, Reynner, has
little time for the fairer sex. The last thing he wants is to be aligned
with another female, even if she is the key to finding an artifact
and saving his realm. But his stone-cold resistance is tested, his attraction
undeniable for the feisty mortal, until she demands the one thing he cannot
give her…his trust.
Eve Leighton avoids intimacy of any sort after an accident
in her teens left her with a painful ability to see into another’s mind through
physical contact. When an ice-cold warrior claims she is his world’s savior,
she’s intrigued, until she dares a look into his soul and sees a man who’s been
cruelly betrayed. She agrees to help him and loses her heart. But the man is an
unassailable fortress. With quiet determination, she chips away his barriers
and a passion darker than night pulls them under.
As his enemies close in on the hunt for the artifact,
Reynner must overcome his own personal demons as battles are fought to claim
the woman he loves or lose her forever. And Eve has to face her own mortality
and fight for a love of a lifetime.
EXCERPT:
The sudden hush
in the busy little café should have been his first clue shit was about to fly.
Wrapped in
his thoughts, Reynner savored his dark roasted coffee hot enough to scrape a
layer off his throat, when he became aware of the unnatural quiet. Looking up,
he got an eyeful of a tall female sashaying toward him, not in the least
surprised she’d found him. Again.
Lustrous
black hair framed a face of sheer perfection, one that made gods and men
whimper for her favor. A long, fitted white dress with a slit up to her thigh
hugged her body and fell to her ankles.
Oh, he
understood the awed silence all too well since he’d once succumbed to that same
sensual spell. Easing his grip on the mug, he set it aside, wishing he’d taken
his coffee to go. A chair scraped on the linoleum opposite him. A moment later,
her stiletto heel rode up his leather-clad leg to caress his inner thigh
beneath the tablecloth.
He shoved
her foot off him. In a measured move, he picked up a coin from the change on
the table and spun it so he wouldn’t be tempted to reach across and strangle
her.
“Get lost,
Inanna. I'm busy.”
“Reynner…”
She held out a hand in appeal, her topaz eyes luminescent with tears. “Don’t do
this...”
Ignoring
the Sumerian Goddess of Love and War hadn’t worked in the past, and certainly
not now.
He cut her
an implacable stare. “Don’t do what? Ignore you? Or prefer other females?”
Her face
darkened at his mention of the women. “Why would you want these weak, pathetic
creatures?” Her tears vanished as fast as they appeared. “I'm powerful. I’ll
make it wonderful between us again.”
Reynner
leaned back in the wooden chair and ran a cool, dismissive gaze over her
stunning face and lush body. More flighty promises, but no hint of an apology
for what she’d done to him. The thought would never have entered her
narcissistic mind.
“I enjoy other women.”
“You lie.”
Reynner
shrugged. Picking up the fallen coin, he worked it between his fingers. He just
wanted coffee and a few minutes of quiet before he went back on the streets.
Instead, he got her.
It should
have felt good torturing Inanna, but he got no enjoyment, just a prolonged
headache that had started over two millennia ago.
How could
he have known then that stopping at the Sumerian pantheon would so irrevocably
change his life?
“You’ve
become cold and unfeeling. One little mistake and you're still making me pay.”
Her sulky voice drew him back.
“One little mistake?” His tone made
glaciers seem warm.
“It was
just a teeny-tiny year—”
“A year?” His hands crashed on the
table. The coin flew and disappeared beneath a chair. “It was a fucking century
in Hell!”
Inanna
jerked back and blinked. Several humans turned their way in curiosity.
“Your
deception caught me unaware, never forget what I am,” he said, his warning
clear.
Her eyes
flickered. Not from fear, Inanna didn’t believe there was anyone more powerful
than her, but with a gleam of sexual promise. She knew all too well what he
was, and why she hounded him.
Empyreans
were a race of beings as old as the celestial angels and just as powerful, but
far more carnal.
She leaned
forward and rested her arms on the table, her low neckline displaying an eyeful
of cleavage. “I’ll make it up to you…” Her voice lowered to a smoky promise.
“I’ll make you my consort.”
He’d rather
be imprisoned in Hell again.
“You have a
mate.”
“I am a
goddess. I can do whatever I want. Come on, lover,” she wheedled. “It will be
good between us again…then I’ll help you find what you seek.”
Reynner
stilled, his instincts on alert. Did she know where the missing Stone was? But meeting her watchful gaze, he dismissed the thought. No
immortal would know for sure. The damn thing hid from them all. Even if she
could aid him, he would never accept her help. It always came with a price.
Reining in
his irritation, he ignored her baiting and turned to take in the busy café.
The
brunette waitress at the table farther down watched him from beneath her lashes
while she served a customer. She’d been sending him all sorts of signals from
the moment she’d set his coffee down. Ones he didn’t encourage since he had no
interest in females as a whole. Besides, he knew what a jealous bitch Inanna
could be.
A virulent
hiss erupted from opposite him when she spotted the waitress. As if to prove his
point, with a flick of her hand, the waitress flew backward, crashing into a
table. Chaos erupted, drowning the female’s frightened cry. Two human males
rushed to help her.
A cat-like
smile curved Inanna’s mouth. But her eyes flared with ire as she played with the deep
blue lapis lazuli stone set in intricate silver filigree around her neck. “Look
at another human tart again, and I will hurt her.”