Sage Wilcot, an
accomplished scientist, has set her sights on her lifelong obsession, studying
the volcanos of the island of Santorini. Once there, though, she gets more than
she bargained for. The dormant volcano is waking and shaking things up in the process.
An enigmatic
stranger—from a mythical ancient city—comes to her rescue and challenges her to
believe in the unbelievable. Will she take the huge leap of faith for love’s
sake or stay cloistered in her fortress of certainty and solitude?
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“Well, now what?” She brushed the sandy grit off
her hands and sloshed her way to drier land. “I’m here. On a grumbling volcano.
Alone. What the hell was I thinking?” She shook her head at her own audacity
and stupidity.
“You were thinking of me, perhaps? I can only
hope.”
Sage spun around at the sound of the low-timbred
voice. “Emmanouel?”
He stepped out of the shadowy darkness and
outstretched his arms in a welcoming gesture. “In the flesh. And you, Sage, are
too, I see. Looking splendid.”
“Yes, much less dusty and grimy. It’s amazing what
a shower and some clean clothes can do.” Really, Sage? That’s your big
comeback?
He laughed lightly and sauntered closer to her. “So
were you?”
“Was I what?”
“Thinking of me.”
“In a way.”
“In what way?”
“Annoyance, actually.”
“Why is that?”
“You disappeared on me earlier. You were following
me out of the hole we were in, and then when I went to introduce you to a
colleague, you were gone. I could have used some backup on my story about my
face being injured and how you fixed it with that watery stuff of yours. See?
It’s all gone. No cut, no bruise….”
“Just beautiful, soft skin that I long to touch.”
His husky voice sent thrilling pulses through her body and a tingly sensation
across her skin. He reached out, and with the back of his hand, tried to caress
her cheek. Barely controlling her burgeoning lust, she stepped back.
“Now cut that out. I’m trying to be angry with
you.”
“I’m sorry. Go ahead.”
“Well, I can’t now. You kinda fizzled it out of
me.”
“Oh, good. So now I can touch you, yes?”
“No!” she huffed, and stepped farther out of his
reach. “You can tell me where you went and why you’re here now. How did you
know I’d be here?”
“I never left. I can never
leave.”
About
The Author:
My name is Deena Remiel, and I am an author of
paranormal romance and urban fantasy. It seems the longer I write, the
darker my stories get! But I just can’t get enough of Good vs Evil! I also
teach language arts to middle schoolers. Curiously, I find myself being called
upon to write all sorts of correspondence for my
family and friends, but they are everything to me, and
frequently serve as fodder for elements of my novels, poems, and posts.
They take it all in stride, though, and with good humor. So, it’s really a
perfect give and take relationship!
Stephanie lives in Minnesota.
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