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Paradise, love, power…and a prophecy with a price.
Most people believe Eden no longer exists. Lexi Merrill’s about to learn they’re wrong. A hard-working bartender with a self-sufficient backbone and a wary nature, she knows pickup lines like a second language. So, when Eryx Shantos barges into her world with too-smooth words and a body to back it up, she locks up her libido and vows to keep her distance.
Eryx has other ideas. As king of the Myren race, Eryx is duty-bound to enforce the laws preventing exposure of their existence to humans. Yet The Fates have led him through his dreams to Lexi, a temptation he doesn’t want to resist. The question—is she Myren, or human which makes her forbidden fruit?
When Eryx’s nemesis tags Lexi as his next target, Eryx insists on taking her home where he can keep her safe. Lexi had no idea “home” would mean the one-and-only land of creation…or that she’d trigger a prophecy that could doom her newfound race.
EXCERPT
Authors Note: One of my favorite parts of romance novels is the anticipation. The build up to fantastical happenings and experiencing the leap of faith alongside characters I’ve grow to love.
This excerpt shows one of the many leaps Lexi makes in Unexpected Eden. She’s just about to see Eryx for the first time since she’s agreed to become his baineann…
The door opened.
Graylin stepped back.
Lexi stood, alone, perched on the precipice of something huge, yet utterly intangible. Her imagination ran wild, snippets of what her future might look like if she stepped forward or if she ran.
The smell of leather and worn parchment fluttered across her face. Books lined the far wall, and brocade chairs in taupe and crimson sat at conversational angles on thick patterned rugs. A glance at a corner window showed the Myren sun nearly nestled beneath the horizon, leaving a musky purple sky in its wake.
“Time for you to choose, Lexi.” A verbal nudge from Graylin at her back, though neither he, nor Orla, joined her.
An easy tug issued from the space around her heart, the pull strengthened by the memory of Orla’s quiet, heartfelt talk. She wanted this. Pitfalls and unknowns in all.
She sucked in a slow, deep breath. With trembling legs, she stepped across the threshold, turned, and drew up short.
Eryx stood near a mammoth fireplace, his torso covered in a thin mesh that looked like chainmail, but stretched across his skin like a fine fabric— similar to the one Ramsay had worn her first day in Eden, but with sleeves to the middle of his forearms. His pants were soft black leather, as were his boots. The braids he’d worn the day before were gone, his sable hair unbound and reaching midway down his back—just the way she liked it. The thickness against her fingers, the slide against her skin, the whole package reeked of power and screamed, “Wait until you see me naked.”
He prowled in her direction.
Heat blasted her as though she’d walked through a wall of flame. Take. Protect. Love. Eryx’s emotions, lust and raw possessiveness, but she felt them like her own. Powerful and barely restrained, so violent she stepped back.
Safe. The thought pushed through her mind as an invisible, silk cocoon wrapped around her. No matter his needs or emotions, Eryx would put hers first.
“Alexis.” His whiskey voice. A slow delicious burn. “Let me show you my heart. Take my hand and come with me to the home that would be yours as well.”
Heavy, sensual magic wrapped around them. His formal words, his voice, his eyes, even the hand he held out in offering, hypnotized. A perfect moment without so much as a touch.
She tingled, her newfound energy dancing beneath her skin. The wash of his emotions tugged at her spirit with a heady pull, but she was loath to move into the next moment too quickly. She’d never get this moment back. No way was she rushing through it.
She slid her hand into his open palm. A perfect fit. Two pieces meant to be together. His warm, strong fingers enclosed hers, and he pulled her into the shelter of his arm.
She stepped forward on shaky legs—and surrendered to the unknown.
About the author:
Rhenna Morgan writes for the same reason she reads—to escape reality.
Yes, her life rocks—two beautiful little girls, a great husband, a steady job, and the kind of friends that would take you out back if you hurt her. But, like most women, she’s got obligations stacked tight from dusk to dawn. So, when the world gets her down, she slips into something…less realistic.
Romance is a must. So is a steamy romp (or four). Nothing thrills her more than the fantasy of new, exciting worlds, strong, intuitive men, and the sigh of, “Oh if only that could happen to me.”
So, if you’re picking up one of her books, expect portals into alternate realms and men who’ll fight to keep the women they want. Romantic escape for the women who need it.
"Stomach rumbling in agreement, she pressed a hand against her belly. “I love it.” Huffing, she leaned over and rested her hands on her knees, and looked up at him. Her eyes twinkled and she smiled wide enough to show perfect white teeth. “For the first time in my life, I feel right. I think I could handle just about anything you throw at me today.” Could you handle the idea of being my mate? The thought leapt up along with a growl he barely kept in check. "
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