Royce Zarides has accepted his hand dealt by fate. He's loved and left far too many women. In the bedroom that is. But one kiss from Belinda Raine Ignis was all it took for his eyes to open. Is she really the woman meant for him and his brother Ronin? Or will history only repeat itself? That's the million dollar question he doesn't want to answer.
Ronin does not believe that Belinda is for him and his brother. But one night with her isn't enough. Even when he sees her for who and what she really is, Ronin still has a hard time expressing his emotions where Belinda is concerned, and time is running out now that she's to ascend to the status of Matria of the Phoenix Enclave.
Belinda (Bells) Ignis is good at ignoring men. She's had her share of heartache. Jilted at the altar by her first love, she's sworn all men off for good. Her mother and Matria of her community has other plans in mind, as well as the Zarides brothers. When faced with the heated glances of Ronin and the smooth tongue of Royce, what's a girl to do?
The clock is ticking down for certain members of the Shadow Unit. Draven assumed dead, leaves a sour taste in every ones mouth. Jes' new found abilities make for a great addition to the team. But when things seem to settle, they only get worse, as the team sets out to discover the origins of Mr. Black and the notorious Red Sun Organization. Secrets are uncovered and deals are made that result in a deadly blow to all involved.
Excerpt
“Why do you walk in as if we are familiar with one
another? Less than two months ago you treated me as if I was dirt beneath your
boots.”
He smirked and moved toward her kitchenette. He didn’t
say anything as he forcefully opened her fridge and poured himself a glass of
water. The cup was empty before she could even think of something else to say.
“Calm down.” Dietrich cleared his throat. Sunglasses
still attached to his head, she could feel the heat of his stare. She wondered
if anyone else knew what was behind the shades. His eyes were milky-white, with
the smallest of pupils. She knew because she’d looked into those eyes, said
things as she stared into what she thought was the heart of him. Things she
thought she’d always feel.
“I am calm. Do I look like I’m not?” Belinda moved to the
closet and grabbed another pair of yoga pants and a top. She walked over to her
dresser and pulled out underwear and headed toward the bathroom.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He said harshly when she’d
almost closed the bathroom door. It had been such a long time that the pain had
dulled to nothing. She turned and looked over her shoulder. He’d taken off his
glasses, and his ghostly stare was focused on her in a way that held her
immobile. She didn’t know what she saw as he stared at her far longer than
necessary. But she did know he no longer made her feel alive and adored. These
were different times, in another life maybe, but not this one.
“It’s in the past. Let’s leave it there, alright?”
Belinda closed the door and quickly dressed. She didn’t have to wait long. He
was gone as soon as she closed the door. She let out a long sigh, resting her
head against the doorframe frame. She knew life was never meant to be easy.
She’d figured that out the hard way a long time ago when she’d almost lost her
primary.
To a Phoenix,
immortality was truly a gift, something that could be taken away at any moment.
In a moment of complete stupidity, she’d foolishly left the safety of the
Enclave walls. A woman on the street had liked the feathers in her hair and had
tried to pull her primary out of her ponytail. Luckily, Ryan had been there,
he’d taken hold of the woman and shoved her away. The woman had been human and
hadn’t known better, but had she’d taken the primary, Belinda would have been dead
long ago.
There is really not much to say... I love to write, read, and listen to music. My attempt at a music career sadly ended at the Apollo one warm night in May! LOL (Side note: I was not booed just outdone by two munchkins rapping to Biggy Smalls but they were good!)
Military brat extraordinaire; have traveled to a lot of interesting places.
The very first time I put pen to paper in story fashion, was in 6th grade. It was called The Case of the Missing Pepperoni.
It was a cute mystery where all the ingredients and shop appliances came to life when the store owner closed up for the evening.
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