The story of the Nobility continues…
“In the beginning, there were two. One twin Evil and the other Good.”
One sip from a meteorite-infused pool of water and both the Nobility and an Ancient Evil were born.
The Ancient One isn’t finished with the Nobility. Elena Kyrinova senses he’s going to kill Alexi Valentin’s sister-in-law, Tara, and her unborn child, so she strikes a bargain with him. If Elena’s successful in saving Tara, Alexi will give her the child she so desperately craves. But circumstance has forced Alexi to become the Head of the House of Valentin, leaving him torn between duty and a promise.
Can he honor both? Can he find the courage within himself to become the father of a new race? Can Elena learn that being different really is beautiful? With the Nobility on the brink of destruction, Alexi and Elena must find a way to stop the Ancient One. To do that, they must learn to trust one another. Will their strength let them find love as well?
Together, Elena and Alexi learn that even a playboy who plays at being a magician, and a healer who believes she’s damaged, can learn to accept who they are. You see, love truly can overcome all obstacles.
Excerpt
What was he driving at? All of a sudden, Elena looked at him. She saw the torchlight dance in the midnight of his hair. She saw the tiny laugh lines around eyes that told her how much he truly valued life, in spite of his careless attitude.
Against her will, her head moved closer to his. The sounds of the party faded. Her heartbeat sped up, racing wild as the wind. She could smell the spicy tang of the desert mixed with his scent and a warm glow grew in her belly.
Was this desire? True desire? If so, no words could ever describe the sensation.
This was how a man teased a woman. But shouldn’t she be trying to seduce him?
Did she dare?
How far could this go before one of them stepped too close to the fire?
His gaze caught and held hers. She’d never made love before.
They started walking. As soon as they were far enough away, Elena whirled and threw her arms around his neck. Alexi’s mouth opened in surprise and she took advantage. He groaned and his arms tightened about her like two steel bands. His mouth engulfed hers. His tongue ravaged the inside of her mouth sending shivers up and down her spine.
All of a sudden, he tore his mouth away from hers. “I’m not a toy,” he reiterated, his anger like daggers.
Tears flooded her eyes. She’d insulted him again. With a heavy heart, Elena realized she couldn’t learn everything from books. They certainly hadn’t prepared her for a man’s wounded pride. Or for a Noble pride. With a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach, Elena knew the truth.
It was time to leave.