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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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.
Email: deenaremiel@yahoo.com
Twitter: @deenaremiel
Excerpt:
“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?”
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