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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Guest Post:
A very special story of Egypt.
Like every other Egyptian tourist, when I
went to Giza, I attended the pyramid laser light show. To see an example of the light show, feel
free to check this link out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPLXYpYuQ6s
It’s so famous you can see it even in James
Bond movies from the 60’s. It’s nothing
new, but is spectacular, and is a draw to people the world over.
Two
gentlemen had come with me who were also deployed there with the Air
Force. I don’t recall their names now, but
on our walk across from the hotel we saw the moon looking a little odd. The guys asked me, the weather girl, what we
were seeing. I wasn’t sure. It was different from anything I’d ever
seen. I’d been on Egyptian soil (or sand
as it is), no more than 24 hours, so I shrugged and said “Got me.” We went into the seating area, which at that
time included small tables you’d expect to see in a person’s fancy yard, and
small fold-up wooden chairs. We chose a
table in the back, and sat to watch the show.
We watched the same show you see in the
link above. It was amazing. The Egyptians did such wonderful things and
built such amazing monuments. The wind
changed, and the leaves behind us rustled.
A plane passed over, and the people in front of us turned to look over
our shoulders. I firmly expected to see
the plane perhaps passing close. That
was not what I saw.
In those minutes we’d been facing and
learning about the great achievements of the Egyptians, as if there were none
better, something magical happened behind us.
A full lunar Eclipse.
Chill bumps ran across my skin. The once
still air blew with a soft, cool breeze and the trees swayed beneath the power
of the moon. I swear I felt as if the
Lord above was saying “They were pretty damned good. But let’s see them top
this!”
The entire crowd spent the rest of their
time watching the eclipse instead of the show.
It is the most memorable event of my Egyptian trip.
Man’s oldest achievement will remain the
highest, and the purest, says the show.
But God’s oldest achievement somehow managed to put it to shame!
Has anything unexpected happen when you
were visiting something that made you feel the power of something other than what you came to watch?
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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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