Help me celebrate my new release! – #NewRelease #Mayan #Shifter

 

Today’s is release day for my new paranormal erotic romance Serpent’s Kiss. This book originally grew out of my desire to write a different kind of shifter romance. Then I started researching Mayan mythology and got hooked.

I’ve got an exclusive excerpt for you, not available anywhere else. Plus I will give away a copy of the book to one lucky reader who leaves me a comment. Be sure to include your email address so I can find you if you win!

Blurb

When a woman atoning for past sins heals the human avatar of an ancient god, she’s drawn into a perilous dance of destiny and desire.

From the first, Dr. Elena Navarro senses that the wounded man she discovers outside the gate of her rural clinic is not an ordinary mortal. With his chest ripped open, Jorge Pélikal still demonstrates unnatural strength and power. Elena is irresistibly attracted to Jorge, although he warns her their coupling could open the gates of chaos and cost her life. Despite his dire predictions, they fall in love. Gradually Elena comes to understand that Jorge is a supernatural player in a cosmic drama that will determine the fate of the earth and of mankind—and that even if he triumphs in his apocalyptic struggle with his nemesis, she may lose him forever.

Note: Serpent’s Kiss was previously published by Totally Entwined. This new edition has been re-edited, revised and expanded.

Reader Advisory: This book may not be appropriate for individuals with a fear of snakes.

Exclusive Excerpt

“Querida! Are you hurt?” Jorge broke their embrace and swept his eyes over her. “I was on the way to you when I smelled smoke…”

“I’ll be all right. But the clinic… oh, Jorge!” She clung to him as violent sobs shook her frame. “I couldn’t stop him. The clinic is gone, gone! All my work, everything. Burned to the ground.” Her tears dried in the heat of her anger. “That bastard! I’ll pay him back, I swear. No matter who, or what, he is!”

“Remorros?” Jorge considered her final words. “You saw him, didn’t you? In his beast form.”

“Yes,” Elena hissed. “It was terrible. But mostly, I was afraid for you—he was planning an ambush.”

“Something told me I should stay off the path. As I started up the hill, I saw him through the undergrowth. Following the trail. Stalking me. Fortunately I was downwind from him.”

Jorge stood tall and looked around him, his nostrils flaring. “I think he’s gone, for now. But we should leave, too. He’ll probably be back. I know a safe place…well, a safer place, at least. Damn him! I should never have left you alone.”

“What about the village? We’ve got to raise the alert, try and stop the fire, before it consumes the whole mountain—their crops, their homes, everything.”

“It’s too late. The people can’t do anything now. They’ll see the sky. They’ll understand. We need to go. Now.” He grabbed her hand and tried to pull her after him, down the hill. She clutched at him, resisting.

“No! Please. Isn’t there anything we can do? Anything you can do?” She reached into her cleavage and pulled out the feather. It glowed with a green radiance, illuminating Jorge’s proud features. “This—it’s obviously some kind of power object. It kept me safe from the flames.”

Jorge took the quill. When he touched it, it blazed even brighter.

“You’re amazing, woman. How did you know?”

Elena shook her head. “No idea. I just knew. Anyway, maybe you can use it to extinguish the forest fire.”

“No,” he said softly. “It doesn’t have that kind of power. But I have another idea. Hold this.” He returned the feather. “And this.” Elena noticed for the first time a braided leather strap crossing his chest. He lifted the strap over his head. It was attached to a scabbard that hung down his back. Elena returned the feather to its resting place and reached for the article with both hands. It was far heavier than she had expected.

“Be careful with that. It’s irreplaceable. And dangerous.”

She sat on a fallen tree just off the path, settling the item on her lap, and returned her gaze to her lover.

Jorge stripped off his coarse shirt and trousers and hung them on a nearby branch. He stood naked in the middle of the path, back straight, thighs apart. Despite their desperate situation, Elena felt her nipples peak and her sex moisten at the sight of his glorious body. He flung his hair back away from his face, took a deep breath that swelled his magnificent chest, and closed his eyes. Then he raised his arms above his head, in a gesture of supplication, and began to sing.

At the first notes of the weird melody, the feather trembled, fluttering against her skin like a trapped bird trying to escape. As he continued, his voice rising and falling in half-tones, the whole world seemed to vibrate. Elena’s blood quickened in time.

There were words, in Q’eqchi or some other language she didn’t know. The tempo quickened. Jorge’s voice grew louder, climbing towards some climax. Elena felt something rise inside her, from her belly to her chest to her throat—wonder and awe made visceral. Jorge’s sleek form gleamed orange with reflected fire. Her own skin flushed an eerie green from the pulsing feather.

“Xonecuilli!” Jorge yelled suddenly. He clenched his fists and shook them at the sky. Lightning tore the heavens apart, blinding Elena. An instant later, a massive thunderclap shook the mountain, leaving her deaf. As she struggled to regain her senses, rain began to fall, a pounding deluge that nearly knocked her over. She was drenched in an instant. She hunched over the scabbard, trying to protect it, peering through the shifting veil of rain for some sight of Jorge. A fierce wind whipped her hair into her eyes, stinging her cheeks.

He knelt in the middle of the path, head bowed, long hair covering his face. Elena swung the scabbard over her own shoulder and went to him. Muddy water coursed down the steep path and reached halfway up his thighs. She helped him rise, struggling against the flood, raindrops pelting her skin like pebbles tossed from the sky.

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