Caught in a cycle of life, death and rebirth…
Cursed with immortality, Nicolei believes the vampire blood
coursing through his veins means he will forever be alone. As he prowls through
the countryside, draining peasants one after another, his hatred for his
existence only grows. Until one night fate shows him a life of possibilities
with a beauty that deserved more than a dingy tavern. Claiming Katarina was
easy; taming her was more of a challenge. She would be the life or death of him
with her mischief, but her bewitching ways would keep him chasing her for
centuries.
Is it merely Déjà vu or fate that brings us together?
Rispa takes refuge in New Orleans during a desperate attempt
to escape a treacherous life with her sadistic husband, Thorn. Drawn to the Big
Easy by an unknown force, she prays the spirits said to haunt the city will
protect her. Her senses come alive while walking the streets of the French
Quarter, and an intriguingly familiar woman named Onyx enters her life. As
their passions rise, whispered voices and memories of the past help unlock the
secrets of their souls…
Immortal or mortal, can love truly last the ages?
Excerpt from Chapter Six
Onyx woke as the sun’s bright rays pierced the room.
Stumbling out of bed, she cursed under her breath for not closing the curtains
the night before. With one hand over her eyes to shield them from the light,
she made her way to the windows pulling the curtains closed. Welcoming the
darkness again, she approached the bed to gaze at the lovely Rispa, still in
peaceful slumber. The last twelve hours sent her life into a whirlwind. A woman
she’d dreamt about walked into her life yesterday. It’d started out as a normal
day. Today she felt like she was stumbling down a long black top road, not
knowing what might jump out in front of her. Rispa’d started a chain reaction
of events when she entered the shop yesterday. Okay, here was the damsel to
rescue, now what? After hearing Rispa’s story, Onyx knew a battle was yet to
come. Onyx was aware of their past lives together. She’d dreamt of this woman
her entire life and knew Rispa was the one she’d been chasing for centuries,
one lifetime after another. They would be born, find each other and end
tragically at the hands of their enemy time and time again. I always have to
rescue her. And here once again, it’s him. Do we have to do this every time?
Onyx returned to bed and snuggled beside the sleeping.
Trying to fall asleep again, she realized she’d been waiting for Rispa by the
water in her dream, but she never came. She wondered if she concentrated now,
could she find Rispa in her reverie and take her back to the beginning where
they first met all those centuries ago. Traveling back to that time might open
Rispa’s eyes to the connection between them. When sleep overcame Onyx again she
searched for Rispa through the dimensions of her dreams. She had a hunch as to
where to find her. Rispa was still a lost soul adrift in this lifetime, so Onyx
went to the one place she knew was a safe haven—the clearing in the woods.
Making her way through the trees Onyx saw Rispa sitting in
the middle of the clearing, knees drawn to her chest. A dark shadow loomed over
her, keeping her captive. She made her way toward Rispa as the shadow shrank
back and disappeared. When they were in this dimension together, the smoky
apparition was powerless.
Onyx moved like lightning to Rispa and placed a hand on her
shoulder. She called Rispa by her first given name, “Katarina.”
Rispa looked over her shoulder to see Onyx standing behind
her. She struggled to stand like she was trying to escape a puddle of molasses.
Facing one another, Onyx looked deep into Rispa’s soul
through the windows of her eyes hoping for recognition.
When their eyes locked and their souls met, the trees around
them and the ground beneath them faded away. The dimensions of the shared dream
shifted as time unwound. The trees around them were replaced by buildings and
the dirt beneath them turned into cobblestone streets.
The two found themselves in a dim alleyway. Onyx pushed
Rispa against the crumbling exterior of a building. Rispa’s hands were pinned
above her head, held tight in Onyx’s grip. Looking down, Rispa realized she was
wearing a long burgundy velvet dress. As she wiggled beneath Onyx’s hold, she
found it was hard to breathe. She felt the laces of the corset pressing into
her back and how tight it cinched around her waist.
“Am I dreaming?” Rispa asked.
Onyx fed more of her weight to Rispa, putting her lips to
her ear. “A dream you say?”
Rispa tried to move, but every time she did, Onyx pushed
harder against her.
She felt Onyx’s breath in her ear again. It caused goose
bumps to form on her arms. “Do you remember the very first time we
met…Katarina?”
Struggling against Onyx’s vice-like grip, Rispa tried to
free herself. It was no use. She was no match for Onyx’s strength. “What did
you call me?”
“I called you Katarina. You must remember that name,” Onyx’s
lips traced a kiss on her neck.
Rispa’s heart raced. Her pulse beat rampant. Warmth spread
throughout her body causing her to feel her own blood coursing through every
vein in her body. The mortar from the bricks pierced her skin through the soft
fabric of her dress as Onyx ground her hips against her. Memories flooded
Rispa’s mind. “Yes, I know who you are.”
Onyx repositioned Rispa’s wrists so she could hold them with
one hand. She used her other to lift Rispa’s dress high enough to put her hand
beneath it. Once her palm touched Rispa’s flesh, she moved it up, teasing.
Rispa moaned in pleasure. Onyx kissed the pulsating vein of
Rispa’s neck and sucked the skin between her teeth.
Onyx’s mouth watered with anticipation, breathing in
innocence and the metallic scent of blood. She moved her hand up Rispa’s thigh,
pausing to press her thumb hard against the pulsating artery on the inside. She
felt heat emanating from between Rispa’s legs. Tugging harder at the silky skin
of her neck, Onyx suppressed the urge to rip her skin to shreds. Instead she
quickened her rhythm, rocking her hips harder and faster against Rispa. As a
scream escaped Rispa’s lips, Onyx slowed her pace, moving her hand upward to
the moist folds of Rispa’s sex. She rubbed back and forth until Rispa was so
drenched she could hear the slippery connection. With her thumb on Rispa’s
clit, she pressed down hard, and slid her finger deep inside her channel.
Onyx’s body responded as the crotch of her pants became soaked. Rispa clenched
around Onyx’s fingers as they moved in perfect rhythm thrusting in and out.
Their climaxes built as sweat beaded on their skin. It was a slow passionate
heat rising from the core and spreading throughout every inch of their bodies.
Energy glowed around the two, illuminating the darkness with bright blue light.
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