COME
FILL ME
BOOK
ONE – THE PROPHECY
Erotic
Urban Fantasy Romance
AMAZON:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DL3T3JBF
Blurb:
She
can heal the dying…
Two
men—enemies of her people—will stop at nothing to have her gift,
her desire and love
The
Prophecy, Book 1
Trapped
in a blood feud, Liz uses her healing power to bring Zeke Neekoma
from the brink of death so her clan can exploit his prophecies.
During the ceremony, she drapes her nudity over his, experiencing his
building strength, the stunning pleasure of his caress as he takes
her without warning, using her as he wills.
His
hunger for a woman he’s supposed to hate isn’t what Zeke
expected, nor does he intend to deny himself. Kidnapping Liz, he’s
resolved that she heal his brother Jacob ambushed by her people. At
his stronghold, Zeke keeps Liz captive to his and Jacob’s desires.
The brothers pleasure her without restraint and in ways she’s never
known. Before, her life was filled with loneliness and wanting. Now…
Used
by two powerful men, threatened by her clan’s determination to get
her back, Liz risks all as she surrenders to Zeke’s and Jacob’s
lust, the ecstasy of their touch and her most traitorous needs.
EXCERPT
He
lay in the center of the king-sized bed. His breaths were quiet, his
eyes closed, legs sprawled, one arm draped over his head as though he
was sleeping.
The
bullet holes in his muscular left pec contradicted that notion.
Forcing
down a swallow, Liz pulled her attention from his wounds—three
perfect black circles—to his face.
Her
lips parted on a quiet sigh. Rarely had she seen a man wear such a
look of serenity. So unlike the terror she’d witnessed on Carreon’s
features or those of his men when they’d been so close to death.
Zeke
Neekoma was different. The words boyish and innocent came to mind,
which Liz dismissed quickly.
Looking
to be in his early thirties, he was no boy. Nor was he innocent. His
size, surely six-three, his sharp, masculine features and powerful
form were perfect for battle against men and pleasure with women.
Heat
suffused Liz, making her limbs feel heavy and weak. She recalled what
Carreon and his men had told her about Zeke, no doubt a mixture of
truth and lies. Not knowing which was which, she moved deeper into
the dimly lit room. Spanish-style lamps created pools of honeyed
light, giving the space a sacred feel one might experience in a
church. The cherry-wood four-poster dominated the sparsely furnished
chamber, while a series of leather wing chairs—reserved for
observers—circled the bed.
The
man who’d been guarding Zeke left the room. Carreon and his men
went to their seats, their weight causing the chairs’ legs to
scrape against the polished hardwood floor.
For
one foolish moment, Liz thought the intrusive noise would cause Zeke
to open his eyes and lose his blissful expression. That he’d ask
why they’d pulled him from such blessed rest and what appeared to
be happiness.
This
man didn’t want to be healed. Liz knew it in her soul; saw it in
the upward curve of his beautiful mouth. Was he the same as her
father, tired of fighting? Or was he welcoming the end so he could
reunite with someone he’d loved?
His
parents and siblings, perhaps…or a wife.
A
new rush of warmth stung Liz’s chest.
Disturbed
by the sensation and her aching loneliness—the need for a powerful
yet good man at her side—Liz recalled what Carreon’s lieutenants
had claimed the first night she’d come here.
“He’ll
murder our women and children so our line dies out, just as his kind
have always wanted.”
If
that was the truth, then Zeke was no different from Carreon, who
hunted the weakest, eliminating them first. Once more, she examined
Zeke’s face, lingering on his mouth. Instead of a sneer or a smirk,
she imagined him smiling at her, his grin honest, reaching his eyes,
his wanting of her obvious and—
Stop
it.
What
was the matter with her, indulging in a romantic fantasy when she was
well aware of their people’s conflict and unending hatred for each
other? Even if Zeke wasn’t a murdering psychopath, he wasn’t
likely to be stirred by a woman from an enemy clan. So why was he
affecting her like this? Was it a power he had…or something else.
Perhaps the truth as to who he really was?
Ignoring
her persistent longing, Liz replaced it with a healthy dose of
distrust. “This is Zeke Neekoma?”
“You
sound surprised,” Carreon said. “Why?”
About
Tina:
Tina’s
an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes
passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for
traditional publishers and indie.
Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly,
Romantic
Times
and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’
Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received
a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in
the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA
contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s
Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood
production company in Story Direction.
On
a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic,
brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg
Ryan in When
Harry Met Sally while
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(freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for
dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she
writes.
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