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I Want To Thank:
Extasy Books for this opportunity,
Martine Jardin for making the cover,
my husband for making everything possible, helping me reach my dream and just
being my best friend,
those who supported, encouraged and helped and those who have read or will soon read this book.
The Story Behind The Story:
Welcome to the story that
took me by surprise. A Second Chance was my forth submission, acceptance and contract, so I didn’t expect to see it until somewhere between six months and
one year after the contract date. Yet, here it is.
Thought of September
2004, written October 2004, submitted November 2004, accepted December 2004,
contracted March 2005, and published June 2005.
There is a personal story behind this tarot card.
Not only was I thrilled to have the privilege of being a part of the Tarot Series at Extasy Books, but also to find the perfect spot for a story attributed to my father was a gift. The King of Cups has long represented my father in readings and Tarmathian embodies many fine qualities of the man I hold in highest regard. I lost my father in October
2000 and this is my special way of keeping his memory alive and ‘haunting’ my
world. I love you, Daddy.
Story Meaning:
Tarmathian and Anesya are
no exception to the rule everyone deserves a second chance at love.
Story
Introduction:
A rogue mage disliked by
his people for his kind and just ways, his talent for diplomacy
unmatched, Tarmathian maneuvers what he wants where he needs. Her
gift able to kill or heal when manipulating the forces around her,
Anesya holds unleashed and undeniable power and is possibly the last
of her kind. There are no exceptions to the rule everyone deserves a
second chance at love and, when given such, Tarmathian and Anesya
discover it takes two to fill a cup of love.
The Hero:
Six foot six,
well-muscled and roguish, Captain Tarmathian is a mage with a cool, pale
blue-tinted complexion, pale lavender gray eyes and stomach length platinum
hair..
The Heroine:
Five foot
four, shapely and untrained, Anesya is a healer with a warm pink-tinted
complexion, dark blue eyes and hip length soft black hair.
Tarot Series
Special Mention:
Bo Perkins for
immeasurable patience, exquisite teaching, remarkable skill and
extraordinary talent.
Melynda and Garrett for being the readers who endured all.
What's Been Said:
Reviews
Readers
Log Line:
Sometimes all love needs is a second
chance.
Sexual Warnings:
This book contains the following sexual activity:
M/F straight sex, M/F oral sex, M masterbation.
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BLURB
Born to a loving people and
enduring the long training process required to teach her to use her
gift, Anesya is suddenly ripped away by a cruel man, her incomplete
training a death sentence.
Gifted since birth with
spectacular powers and a caring heart his people never intended he
have, Tarmathian turns his back on them to make a difference in a
realm where caring and tolerance require calm, diplomatic tactics.
Brought together by
circumstances and standing united, the couple attempts to save their
dying races. Exploring beyond the veil of magic into the realm of
souls, they discover it takes two to fill a cup of love.
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TEASER
EXCERPT
Tarmathian never misused The Gift, but
welcomed its ability to protect his rare and valuable living cargo. His
mind intent on destruction, he mentally reached out and, his plunder
vicious, sought the Bellatrix’s attacker.
Anesya clutched her head, dropped to her
knees and curled into a small ball of trembling flesh on the floor.
“Stop! Please.” Tears streamed down her face as she writhed in pain, her
voice a mere whisper, “Please.”
Lunarian.
His probe gentled, he zeroed in and assessed her capabilities. “You not
only used one similar to me in the wrong way…” He tilted his head and
narrowed his eyes. “But an untrained one. You are a fool, sir, for I can
destroy her with no more than a mere word.” Her groan drew his
attention.
“Mercy, please.” The pain eased up. She
rose to her knees. “Forgive—”
Benet grabbed his slave’s shoulder with a
fierce grip, yanked her to her feet and shook her violently. He snarled
through clenched teeth. “Hit his ship now, Pet.”
Tarmathian despised the cruel man’s
foolishness. “She is incapable.”
The slaver snarled. “What makes you so
sure?”
“She possesses no abilities because I
surrounded her with a shield inhibiting her connection with the
elements. In other words, I am keeping them from her.” He nodded to his
left then vanished. The lights dimmed on the bridge and he appeared
before the Bellatrix’s attacker. Certain the waif of a culprit would not
instigate a war on her own accord, he met the foolish man’s gaze, his
grin wry. “If you wish to punish someone, let’s make it a fair match.”
Benet stepped back using his slave for a
shield. “Get off my ship, intruder.”
“You attack mine then order me from
yours?” Tarmathian almost smiled. “I do believe I’m offended.” His
concentration on the crew brief, he sealed the connecting doors. He
glanced down at the trembling waif of a nymph still forced to barricade
his path. The rip in the tattered brown garment climbed the side of her
thigh and exposed her upper hip. Cool air scattered gooseflesh across
her skin and the flimsy material did nothing to hide her nipples pebbled
from the chill. Only the hideous garment shielded her feminine features.
With the
distance closed in a single step, he gentled his mental probe of her
terrified mind while soft pants of feminine breath warmed his chest. His
discerned lack of magical marks explained her unleashed power and
captivity. “This lowlife slaver was never your mentor.” He raised his
head and met the fool’s gaze, his grin wry. “Did she come willingly? Or
is she stolen, Commander?”
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