Visions of Fire & Ice
by Teresa
D’Amario
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BLURB:
Trapped
on a planet not their own, the Petiri spend their lives hiding the natural
gifts that set them apart from the world.
They live long and unfulfilled lives, unable to find their soul mates on
this backward planet known as Earth.
That is until the night Ramose comes face to face with Tamara, a woman
whose gifts rival his own. Determined to
find why this human is in possession of an ancient magical Petiri relic, he
arranges a meeting.
But
Tamara, embittered from past events, is wary despite lifelong dreams of Ramose
and a sure knowledge he is her soul mate.
Before long the couple find themselves ensnared in a battle that has
raged for millennia in Egypt’s desert.
Set, Egyptian God of Chaos, is determined to take his just due: the
throne of Osiris.
The
only way to stop him is for Ramose to put his trust in Tamara, but first must
gain the same from her. The ensuing
sensual relationship is filled with romance, lust and love. Their relationship is tested by an unnatural
evil. Will her powers over fire, combined with his ice be enough to win the
day? Or will the ancient gods and
goddesses of Egypt destroy more than just their love?
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EXCERPT:
Tamara stopped with the key halfway in the lock on her door
and whirled around. “What did you say?”
“You heard me,” he said.
A twinge of frustrated anger sparked inside her. She didn’t
tolerate her younger brother ordering her around, and she surely wasn’t going
to tolerate anyone else to either. She raised a finger and pointed it at his
chest. “Oh, no, we aren’t even going down this path. Let me stop you right
there.” Her finger poked at hard as rock muscles, and his eyes widened, this
time in surprise. “I’ve raised three sisters and a brother. Nobody tells me
what to do. I make my own decisions, buster. If you think for an instant I’ll
let some overgrown child tell me to stay away from the playground bully, you’ve
got another thing coming.”
His brow raised, and his oh so heavenly full lips quirked
into a smile. “Overgrown child?”
“You know what I mean.” Tamara’s stomach twisted inside. She
really hadn’t meant to come on so strong, but, then, she hadn’t expected the
sudden humor in his eyes either. That smile did something to her insides,
making her muscles quiver like Jell-O.
He softened, leaning toward her, his face so close.
Until now, she’d disregarded how much like her dream man he
looked. Well, she’d tried to ignore it. Just like she’d tried not to notice how
arousing that small tattoo on his cheek was. But, then, he offered her his
crooked half smile, and strange things happened inside her. Damn, he’s sexy.
“Is that how you see me?” He rested one arm on the
doorframe, leaning toward her. Despite the casual pose, he reeked of masculine
strength. Power rolled over her, pulling her ever closer to his heat,
feathering across her body like wings.
The tingle along her skin, so light and so warm, was like
magick. Or was it her imagination? But when his breath whispered across her
face, his masculine scent drove all inquisitive thoughts from her mind. Her
eyes fluttered, though she fought to keep them open.
His scent was hard, edgy, and oh so male. It took all she
had to not lean forward and inhale like some drug addict.
Any other time, someone so tall and imposing leaning over
her like this would set off all kinds of alarms in her head. Yet, with Ramose,
she didn’t feel uncomfortable. Was that because of the dream? If so, she was
headed for a big disappointment, because there was no way this man was the same
one.
She would not let him kiss her. That was so not happening on
her first night in Egypt.
Was it?
He waited, with that crooked half smile, his head cocked to
one side.
“What?” she finally asked, realizing she’d forgotten his
question.
“Like an overgrown child?” His eyes darkened, and the edge
of purple energy flashed along the perimeter of his body.
Tamara’s breath hitched, her lips curving into a smile.
She’d bet if he could see her aura, it’d be more than edged with purple. Aw,
hell, maybe it was going to happen. What was the harm in a simple kiss? “Aren’t
all men overgrown children?”
What was she doing? Her voice didn’t even sound like hers.
Instead, it sounded like some come-hither sex goddess or something. She bit her
lip, but, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t look away.
He chuckled, his gaze never leaving hers. “I have not been
called a child for many, many years, Tamara.” His soft, dark curls brushed her
cheek, and he dipped his head, drawing closer.
The sound of his laughter did strange things inside her, and
her knees trembled. She leaned back against her door. She really should unlock
it, go inside, get on the phone, and yell at Julie. But, right this instant,
all she could think about was the powerful man leaning over her, his masculine
scent teasing her senses.
Sense.
Yep, she needed to find some because every bit of common
sense had scattered about the time he’d leaned against the doorjamb. “Maybe
it’s time someone reminded you of who you are.”
He laughed again, the sound low in his throat. He brushed
aside a stray hair teasing her cheek. She swallowed hard when he let his hand
trail down her shoulder to her arm bracelet. His eyes sparked, and, for an
instant, she thought she saw anger flicker in his aura, but it disappeared
before she could be sure.
“Tomorrow, then,” he said. He leaned forward, and she
thought he would kiss her now. She longed for his lips to touch hers, but he
merely whispered in her ear. “Nine in the morning. Be ready.”
He turned and moved down the hall.
Tamara was tempted to watch him until he reached the elevator,
but that would be just wrong. What the hell? It’s a vacation. She peered down
the hall one more time.
Oooh, bad idea. His trousers clung to his butt, cupping each
cheek as delicately as a woman’s hands.
With heat burning in her cheeks, Tamara jerked back to her
door, twisted the key, and charged inside, slamming the door between them.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Born in
Atlanta, the daughter of an Army Soldier during the early stages of the Viet
Nam war, I spent my childhood traveling from state to state, finally ending up
overseas in Germany where I graduated high school six months early.
My writing
career however began as a young Airman in the Air Force, writing monthly
articles for the weekly base paper. The
articles ranged from climatological data to full center fold articles on the
destructive forces of hurricanes. As I
increased in rank, my writing changed to more technological instruction,
including such works as WSR-88D Doppler
Radar Data Interpretation Guide for North Carolina Stations, and Station
Operating Procedures.
But my early
writing wasn’t limited only to the technological side. I’ve written multiple dog training and
behavior articles for canine websites such as Sonora Canine Freestyle, and also
the Ask Blackjack column, a fun training column in the voice of my labrador
retriever, then a young pup.
My first
book, SheWolf, won 2nd place for Best First book in RWA’s PFF&P Prism
awards.
I’m married to a wonderful man named Doug, who
is also retired Air Force. We live in
North Carolina with our two dogs.
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