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Elemental Love
Ellora's Cave
Genre: Paranormal/Shapeshifter
ISBN: 978-1419919114
November 12, 2008
Format: e-Book
Elemental
love is totally consuming, soul-wrenching, dominating…until your
thoughts, your body and essence are one.
Emert knows all that and much more but even
he is unprepared for the cinnamon-colored female who wears a
cloak of womanhood like a huntress, whose heat scorches his soul
and who wants nothing more than to kill him.
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One kiss, one earth-shattering love
making bind their souls together. To claim the other half of his essence, Emert must leave the
Canadian North Shield, travel to the heat of India, battle a
depraved evil and teach his soul-mate the real meaning of
elemental love.
"Coming Soon"
“Bring me the collar.” Ashanti breathed
a sigh of relief when Ferret did as she bade. The cool crisp
metal in her hand was her anchor to reality. There is nothing
magical about the creature I’ve captured. It is simply a white
stag. An albino. Nothing more. Those words brought her little
comfort as the creature’s eyes tracked her cautious movements.
“Loosen the hold slightly so I can bind him.” She fingered the
electrical collar once again in her hands. Ashanti tried hard
not to tremble. She hated the collar as much as she detested the
cages. Slowly making her way toward the large white stag, which
was now standing on its four majestic legs, she thought, Better
a dead animal than captivity.
Captivity took away your freedom…your self…your soul and then
your mind. She knew that from first-hand experience.
Up close, she assessed the stag to be about seven feet high. For
one moment she wondered how she’d get the collar around his
massive neck, and then before her eyes, the unthinkable
happened. The stag knelt within the confines of the net,
lowering his head submissively toward her, offering his neck to
be collared, giving her his life.
The fables once told by her mother sang through her conscious
even as she fought to disregard their pagan appeal.
A gift for a gift, a boon for a boon, a promise for a promise.
Why at this very moment are those cursed lines from that
folktale trying to sink their teeth into my mind? Ashanti
realized then her hands shook. She hesitated in her approach to
the offering the stag had bequeathed her.
“Want me to do it?” asked Ferret, his squeaky voice jarring her
alert.
Puff!
The stag’s snort of disapproval brought her instantly aware of
what she was doing and why. “Not necessary.” Ashanti attempted
to clasp the electrical collar around the stag’s neck. She tried
with all her might not to touch him, but that was impossible.
The minute her arms lightly brushed the bristling hairs on the
stag’s massive shoulders, he turned and nipped her, biting hard
enough to break the skin.
Ashanti instantly closed her eyes in ecstasy, the bitter taste
of the beast singeing her blood in one ferocious blast. She
digested the masculine wild cedar scent of him, letting it fill
her sensitive senses as the world tipped in on itself. A second
later, Ashanti gave up the struggle for consciousness, loving
how she tumbled into the otherworld.
Copyright © RENEE FIELD, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
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