Life
Reignited
Divine
Temptation
Book 2
Sabrina
Garie
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
ISBN: 9781419991691
ASIN:
Number of pages: 87 novella
Word Count: 24,000
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde
Book Description:
Phoebe lives trapped between two worlds.
Born an Amazon warrior, she’s sworn to serve the Greek pantheon. It’s her work
as a scholar in the human world that gives her life passion and purpose and
eases her heart—which shattered when the pantheon forced her to abandon her
human lover.
Alexander Xenos is world renowned
classics expert, who has dedicated his life to the study of ancient cultures
and promoting peace. His fame and global adventures hide a hole in his heart,
ripped out by a beautiful, gentle scholar, who shut him out cold after the most
intense love affair he'd ever had.
Thirty years later, Sander meets his long
lost love, only to learn she's an Amazon, the mythical gods are real, and they
are about to go to war. And Phoebe, who still sets his blood to boil, is in the
thick of it. He'll have to prevent
a conflict between the Greek and Norse pantheons or lose her again—this time
permanently.
Available at Ellora’s Cave
Excerpt:
Copyright © SABRINA
GARIE, 2014
All Rights Reserved,
Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Sander wished Phoebe didn’t feel so
enticing. Her unique orchid scent wove its way through his bloodstream, mucking
up his focus. He couldn’t square the gentle, quick-witted, brilliant scholar he
loved as Cassie with the sad-eyed, battle-scarred Amazon warrior called Phoebe
fitted against him. His body remembered her. No other woman ever came close to
her creativity, capabilities and stamina in bed. She taught him what it was
like to fully lose himself in a woman, and he’d never been able to replicate
it. He finally understood why—it was never a fair fight. A human woman could
not match a physically enhanced being. He’d always thought she was the love of
his life, but did he even know her? Nothing made sense, except the hard-on
straining against his zipper. Her physical impact hadn’t dimmed. At all.
When Phoebe stabilized, she led them back
to her room at Neutral Ground. She appeared perfectly fine after a fight that
would have killed most humans. At her door, she pressed her thumbprint on a
small indent above the handle, then pushed it open.
“How did you open the door?” He peered
inside. “And what did you do to merit this suite?” Molded ceiling, velvet
coverings, red and gold Persian carpets and antique furniture that reminded him
of a bedroom he’d find in Buckingham Palace. He was sure the
paintings—Botticelli’s Birth of Aphrodite,
Rubens’ Judgment of Paris among
others—were the artists’ originals. Phoebe was right. This would be an intellectual
candy land if his emotions weren’t tied up into knots.
A distraught laugh whispered out of her.
“I ticked off the Elders and a portion of the Greek pantheon resistant to
change. Neutral Ground is one of six safe havens worldwide sanctioned by the Council
of Pantheons. Anyone who threatens me here is subject to death. Outside, well
you saw for yourself. The DNA lock is an added protection, just in case. Thank
you for coming to my rescue, by the way. My fighting skills are not what they
used to be.” Her cheeks burned red. Was she embarrassed?
“You’re welcome.” In the corner an inlaid
mahogany desk piled high with ancient scrolls drew his attention. “Are those
what I think they are?” Her eyes followed his gaze and her eyebrows rose in
what looked like an aha moment, then an indulgent and very real smile lit up
her face. It was the first time tonight he’d seen the vivacity that lived in
his memories, and he’d sneaked glimpses of her all evening.
“Yes, they are. Ancient scrolls
documenting the history, culture and science of the Greek pantheon. I even have
an original of The Republic by Plato,
and Sappho’s poetry. You’re welcome to take a look.”
As a classics scholar, he read ancient
Greek, Latin, Scandinavian, Teutonic and Celtic languages. This was a treasure
trove he couldn’t resist. “Aren’t you afraid of ruining them?”
“They’re protected by pantheon magic. They
can’t be destroyed.” She hooked her arm through his and guided him to the
corner. After scrutinizing the pile, she picked up a scroll and handed it to
him. Her fingers lingered on his hand longer than necessary. Sparks ignited
under the touch. This was the woman he remembered—glowing eyes, an impish grin,
with ancient knowledge flowing around her as if it were part of her aura. If
there were more lines radiating from her eyes and lips, they softened her, made
her more the Cassie he had adored, less the unknown Phoebe.
He took the scroll in one hand and pulled
his reading glasses out of his jacket pocket with the other. He got the
spectacles a year ago and wasn’t used to wearing them but his eagerness for the
scrolls overcame any hesitation.
“They suit you,” Phoebe said.
He nodded, too absorbed by the parchment
now open on the table. “You remembered The
Odyssey was my favorite. This is truly Homer’s original copy?” A shiver ran
down his spine. It wasn’t every day a man meets his personal deity.
“Yes, it is.” She moved closer, her hair
brushing his ear as she leaned over to look at the text with him. Phoebe’s
floral scent, the heat of her body skated along his skin, threw his
concentration off, something that never happened. If his mind questioned the
emotions he thought he once felt for this woman, his body didn’t. Given his
age, he thought he could move past physical needs.
Apparently not.
His cock stiffened like that of a
hormone-driven teenager in heat. By the way Phoebe squirmed, he’d guess she
felt it too. Like in London, when they couldn’t keep their hands off each
other.
“Take a look at this passage in its
original. You can see why it’s commonly misinterpreted.” Phoebe’s arm brushed
his, sending electric charges exploding beneath his skin.
“The article you published on this created
controversy. I was impressed with the argumentation. Now more so. This passage
makes interpretation harder, not easier.”
“You’ve followed my work?” Her face beamed
with happiness and a soft pride. “I’m glad. I’ve read everything you’ve
published, and follow your blog, Found
Worlds. You’re making history and culture popular.”
Her praise shot jolts of warmth into his
chest. That smile and her soft breasts brushing his arm unlocked the door to
his memories. Unbidden, images of naked, sweat-drenched bodies tumbled out.
Yes, he’d followed her work, justifying the way he gobbled up her writing as
respect of one professional for another. With her next to him, touching him, he
had to admit now it wasn’t true. Through her words, he stayed connected to her.
And she, him.
About the
Author:
Sabrina Garie is on a journey to create
the most kick-ass heroine romance fiction has ever known and the hero who can
take her. A believer that big, audacious goals spice up life, she relies on
coffee, red wine and laughter to make those goals (and her characters) come
alive.
When not at the computer, she wrangles
vegetables and extra helpings of homework into her star-spangled,
fashion-loving progeny, kowtows to a fat cat and reads, a lot. As a child, she
wanted to be an astronaut, just to see what’s out there. Now, she just makes it
up.
Web/blog: sabrinagarie.com
Twitter: @sabrinagarie
Facebook: www.facebook.com/SabrinaGarieAuthor
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/Sabrina_Garie
Tour giveaway
2 e-copies of Life Reignited (Book 2, Divine Temptation)
2 e-copies of Thirteen Nights (Book 1, Divine Temptation)
3 decks of Ellora’s Cave Playing Cards
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