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Fate has cruelly
torn them apart through the centuries…
and unparalleled love will bring them together a final time.
Through numerous reincarnations, Jade
Jacome has adored one man. His love for her has repeatedly led to her murder,
always on the same day and time. Jade’s scientific research proves this is
their final rebirth, her last chance to outwit destiny and fulfill their
passion. Against a backdrop of Brazil’s lushly decadent Carnaval, Jade has
forty-eight hours to meet and tempt her lover, now known as Patrick Kane, then
break fate’s deadly pattern.
Irresistibly drawn to Rio, Patrick
senses Jade’s yearning that matches his. Seeing her again, time stops. Though
they’ve never met in this life, he feels their connection, and that she’s in
danger because of him. Baffled and unsettled, Patrick resists his attraction to
Jade to keep her safe.
In a contest of wills and shameless
seduction, Jade must gamble all, even her life, before the anniversary of their
first separation or risk losing Patrick forever.
His dream happened without warning. A
voice in it murmured, Prisa. Hurry. Tenemos tiempo tan poco. We have so
In his dream, a pulse beat crazily on
the side of his throat. He worked his tongue around his mouth, which was
uncomfortably dry and sour, no doubt from the booze he’d drunk. Glancing around
for a glass of water, Patrick realized he was in the hotel’s frontal rooms, his
naked feet clammy against the highly polished floor.
No guests milled about, leaving the area
strangely deserted. A haunting tune came from the piano, something ancient with
a Spanish lilt, though no one sat on the bench and played.
He looked down. A whisper of air, akin
to a lover’s sigh, ruffled the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck. He
pushed his fingers over his skin then through his hair, while he searched.
Sensing someone watching, he looked
over. The music grew louder, frantic, resembling animal squeals. A sudden wind
rustled the tropical plants, their swishing leaves seeming to hiss hurry.
He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.
Beneath the arched walkway, he saw her.
She stood in the light that poured from
the crystal chandelier, not moving or speaking, her face unnaturally shadowed
masking her features. Even so, he imagined her eyes widened in wonder and
renewed hope. The kind a wife shows her husband when he returns home alive from
an endless, vicious war.
Chestnut hair, thick and shiny, fell in
gentle waves to her narrow waist. Every inch of her caramel-colored skin was
exposed. Her areolas puckered beneath his hungry scrutiny, making the tips seem
even longer and harder, intensifying the soft swell of her breasts. Her hips
flared gently above her lush thighs. Dark curls covered her mound.
Dazed with desire, he knew without
question that her hidden folds were thick and wet, ready for his cock.
She inhaled deeply, her rounded belly
quivering in response. Three moles circled her navel. He recalled tonguing
those precious spots, the salty taste of her skin, its velvety smoothness.
His inertia broke. He ran toward her
only to stop as she drifted back, the shadows lifting from the bottom of her
face. Her mouth formed a startled O. Arms outstretched, she clawed the air
trying to reach him.
have so little time,
her voice whispered in his mind.
His heart twisted in panic. He bolted
toward her, his naked toes gripping the slippery floor, his neck knotting as he
strained to reach her hand.
“Prisa!” she cried in Castilian. An
invisible force moved her away from him through the halls of the hotel and up
On the third floor landing, he caught
her wrist, shocked at its iciness. Her skin was so cold it stung, as though it
belonged to a corpse.
Frantically, he wrapped his arms around
her, warming her with his body, hands, mouth. She shivered in his embrace. He
buried his fingers in her silken hair and tasted tears on her cheek. Brackish.
“Never leave me,” she cried, rubbing her
cheek against his, her smooth skin a stark contrast to his stubble. Pressing
her mouth to his ear, she hushed warm air, proving she was alive. She begged,
“Promise me you’ll never go.”
He’d die first.
Tina Donahue is an award-winning,
bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance
for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly,Romantic Times and numerous online sites
have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep,
Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The
French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the
Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was
created specifically for Lush Velvet
Nights, and two of her titles (The
Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received
an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different
years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market.
She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story
Direction for a Hollywood production company.
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