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Beyond Shadows
by N.J. Walters
 
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Excerpt from Beyond Shadows
©2008 N.J. Walters
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Amethyst Moon
EC's Jewel series
by N.J. Walters
Archaeologist Olivia Fifield has spent her entire life trying to live down the legacy of her grandfather and his theories on a lost civilization. Her only link to this place is a set of amethyst bracelets that he left her when he died.
Now she is on the archeological dig of her life and has a chance not only to clear her grandfather’s name, but to make her own reputation as well. But there are some who don’t want her to succeed.
What she uncovers is not a lost civilization, but a totally different world. The amethyst bracelets are the keys that transport her there and into the arms of Tor and Dak, two warriors of T’ar Tal. But the future is anything but certain and only Olivia can decide the fate of them all.
"N.J. Walters is a fantastic author that I cannot get enough of...Amethyst Moon is a very hot paranormal romance that will heat up every reader to the point of crying for relief."
5 Angels—Sonya, Fallen Angel Reviews
"...action, adventure, and heart...I did not want Amethyst Moon to end."
5 Kisses—Tina, TwoLips Reviews
"WOW! Amethyst Moon is a fantastic short story...Fans of erotic romance will not want to miss this one."
—Ann Boling, ReviewYourBook.com
"This book is a little different from N.J.'s ususal style, but that doesn't mean she doesn't nail it."
Grade A—Melisa, Simply Romance Reviews
"This is one to add to your must read list. I highly recommend Amethyst Moon."
4 Stars—Stefani Clayton, JERR
"The love scenes are scorching..."
—Patrice F, Joyfully Reviewed
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Excerpt from Amethyst Moon
©2008 N.J. Walters
Olivia snuggled tighter into her pillow, not wanting to wake up just yet. The sweet smell of flowers, possibly lavender reached her nose and she inhaled deeply, sighing as she felt her body relax even further. It was one of her favorite scents. She hadn’t expected to smell it here in Egypt. Maybe Augustine had some lavender perfume or body lotion. She frowned, trying to sort through the possibilities. Her mind felt sluggish. Augustine didn’t wear perfume. She was allergic to it. And Olivia certainly didn’t wear any. She never liked to bring attention to her femininity. Not while she was on a dig. She saved scented lotion for when she was home alone in between semesters at the university. Her frown deepened. She was still in Egypt. Wasn’t she? Had she dreamed the entire thing?
Her pillow moved. She wasn’t alone. She jerked upright in bed, her heart pounding. Blinking to try to bring her vision into focus, she stared at the strange surroundings. She didn’t recognize anything.
A heavy hand settled on her hip and she scrambled backward, practically falling out of the huge bed in her haste to put some distance between herself and the unknown person. Had Robert found her after all?
Her memory flooded back with a vengeance. Robert cornering her, her desperate escape into the mastaba, the secret room. Her head ached as she tried to make sense of everything. She felt lightheaded and disoriented.
A large man lay sleeping in the bed. The covers were bunched around his waist, leaving his chest uncovered. She’d never seen a chest quite like this one up close and personal. Heavily muscled and lightly furred, it was impressive. His shoulders were wide, his neck thick and a tangle of blond hair fanned out on the pillow. She swallowed, trying not to give in to panic. She was still wearing her clothing and seemed to be physically fine. That was a definite plus.
But who the heck was he? She’d never met him before, she was sure of it. A woman didn’t forget a man who looked like this one did. But yet, he seemed familiar somehow. She stared at his face, which was no hardship. He was gorgeous. His features were strong and his aquiline nose and square jaw suited him.
She tore her gaze from him and examined the room. Think, Olivia, think! As much as she racked her brains, she couldn’t remember how she got here. Her last memory was of sitting in the stone chair in the hidden chamber she’d stumbled across.
Her bracelets. She held both arms up in the air and studied them. Relief filled her when she realized that they were safe. The stones looked more vibrant, more alive than she’d ever seen them. The deep amethyst seemed to glow. Olivia smiled, unable to stop herself as she tugged her sleeves back down to cover them. Whatever had happened when she’d sat in that chair, the bracelets had been unharmed. She frowned as she tried to recall what had transpired next.
She was so intent on remembering, she hadn’t realized that someone else had entered the room. He was so close to her she could feel the heat from his body. She jerked her gaze upward and froze. If the other man was gorgeous, this one was devastating. Black hair flowed to his shoulders, framing his rugged face. His nose had a bump in the center and his eyes were hooded. His brows were dark slashes that only served to emphasize the golden amber of his eyes. He was a predator and she was very afraid she was the prey.
Scrambling away, she fell smack into the arms of the first man. His heavily muscled arms closed around her, immobilizing her totally. Yet his hold on her was gentle. “I didn’t hear you awaken.” His sleep-roughened voice went through her like a physical caress. Her nipples tightened and her pussy began to tingle.
“Who…” She lost her train of thought when he lifted her hair off her neck and began to nibble on her sensitive nape. It took all her strength not to just drop her head forward and let him do as he pleased with her. Instead, she forced herself to lean away from him. “Who are you? Where am I?”
He followed, placing openmouthed kisses on her neck before nipping at the lobe of her ear. “I am Tor, son of Jabari and Hasina.”
Streams of pleasure shot from where he was gently biting her earlobe, spreading throughout her body. Breathing became harder, thinking almost impossible. Her breasts grew heavy and her pussy ached with a growing need. What was wrong with her?
Olivia pulled away from him and he let her go. She shifted until her back was against the headboard and she could see the two of them. God, they were both incredibly virile. They were so male that the testosterone in the air almost choked her.
The dark-haired man slowly lowered himself to the mattress. “I am Dak, son of Rashidi and Panya, and you are in the city of Tarnoc on the planet of T’ar Tal.”
It took her a moment to process what he’d said. Disbelief and anger filled her. “Look, I don’t know what you guys are up to, but I’ve had just about enough.” Easing off the bed, she glanced toward the door. She was in her stocking feet, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was getting away and figuring out what the hell was going on.
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Three Swords, One Heart
EC's Torrid Tarot series
by N.J. Walters
Malik and Kalis are cursed to forever wander the world, searching for the one woman who can break the curse that has plagued their family for seven generations. An ancestor angered a sorceress with his greed and evil intentions and, since that time, in each generation of their family the firstborn are always twin boys who each bear the mark of the curse.
The woman destined to break the curse is a warrior woman, adept at hunting and battle—a woman who will give herself and her love freely to both men.
Upon the death of her father, Zarina is cast out of her desert tribe. Raised more as a male than female, she is more at home wielding a blade than tending a home. But she is a fighter, determined to survive.
When their paths collide, both men know they have found the right woman, but Zarina is mistrustful. Do they want her simply because they believe she can break the curse or does their attraction go deeper than that? But fate will not be denied and the three wounded souls must face their destiny together.
"I loved Three Swords, One Heart...this one is definitely a keeper."
5 Angels & Recommended Read—Dana P, Fallen Angel Reviews
"...I stayed engrossed from beginning to end, in fact, I never took a break."
5 Stars—R. C., EcataRomance Sensual
"...a beautifully woven story about two brothers and the woman they love."
5 Stars—Racine, eCataRomance
"...reads like a myth from a long-forgotten ancient place..."
5 Stars—Lucia Nelson, JERR
"...a captivating books with adventure and betrayal, passion and true love."
5 Kisses—Tara Renee, Two Lips Reviews
"...magical but also hot and spicy. This is without a doubt a must have novel and a must keep multiple read book."
5 Stars—Kimberley Spinney, EcataSensual
"Ms. Walters has spun a tale so exciting you will not want to put it down!"
5 Coffee Cups—Matilda, Coffee Time Romance
"N.J. Walters has increased my keeper shelf by one! THREE SWORDS, ONE HEART should not be missed! It was quite simply, fantastic."
4.5 Blue Ribbons—Natasha Smith, Romance Junkies
"...a captivating tale...that you won't want to miss."
—Jennifer Bishop, RRT Erotic
"'Wow' I have always known N.J. Walters was gifted, but after reading this story I was so blown away by the story she intertwined...romantic and pure heat with a strong loving story between three kind souls that need each other to heal not only their bodies but their souls."
5 Roses—Nicole, My Book Cravings
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Excerpt from Three Swords, One Heart
©2007 N.J. Walters
The few remaining embers from the fire reignited, the flames reaching high into the sky. Malik’s eyes shot open, all his senses alert, but he perceived no danger. His heart pounded in his chest and his breathing deepened. But it was a sense of anticipation that fired his blood.
She was here!
The night seemed to part, allowing her to slide through the mists. Her rich, dark brown hair flowed down to her slender waist. She was tall, strong and proud as she strode forward. There was no hesitation in her step as she tilted her chin and met his unwavering gaze. Her nose was straight, her cheekbones high and he longed to touch her skin to see if it was as soft as it appeared.
He made no move toward her, not wanting to frighten her. Not that she seemed the least bit afraid of him, he thought ruefully, but he didn’t want to take any chances. Neither of them spoke as she stopped at the foot of his bedroll. He flipped back the blanket, not the least surprised by the fact that he was naked. He knew this was just another dream, but he didn’t care. Malik wanted this unknown woman with a need so deep it bordered on madness.
“What is your name?” The sound of his voice surprised him. He’d never spoken to her in his dreams before.
She frowned slightly, furrowing her brow, as if she were as surprised by his words as he was. She hesitated slightly, but answered his question. “Zarina.” Her voice was husky and deeper than he expected. His groin tightened painfully as he repeated her name in his head. Zarina. He would not forget it.
“Come.” He held back the covers and made room for her next to him.
Again she hesitated, and he sensed her mistrust of him. But he was patient and would wait as long as it took to gain her trust. A rustling behind her had her spinning around. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she watched Kalis approach from the other side of the fire. Her gaze shot back to Malik before returning to his brother. He watched the long column of her neck ripple as she swallowed hard.
“You have nothing to fear from us.” It was imperative that she trust them. Deep in his gut, Malik knew that trust was the key.
Kalis was behind her now, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders as he leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. She tilted her head to the side, allowing him better access, moaning as his mouth slid upward toward her ear. “Let us pleasure you.”
Malik’s entire body was throbbing with need and a deep restlessness. The compulsion to take this woman, to drive his cock into her waiting heat and to mark her as his was overwhelming. She belonged to him and to Kalis.
His brother nipped at Zarina’s ear, and she sucked in a quick breath. Then Kalis stepped away and tossed down a blanket next to his, stretching out his naked form upon it. There was a space between the two of them just waiting for Zarina. They both stared up at her, awaiting her decision.
She licked her lips and Malik was unable to pull his eyes away from her pink tongue as it traced the contours of her full mouth. He was filled with the urge to taste those lips, to discover their shape and their texture. And he would. Patience was the key and he was an excellent hunter.
Slowly, her hands went to her waist and she unbuckled her sword belt, laying it carefully aside. Then she slipped her hands beneath her tunic and a moment later her leggings fell to the ground. Carefully, she tugged off her short boots and kicked the leather leggings aside. She drew in a deep breath as her shaking fingers pulled on the laces of her tunic. The leather parted and she drew it over her head, holding the garment in front of her. Her eyes gleamed in the firelight in a combination of longing and fear.
He held his hand out to her. “Come.” He almost howled with pleasure when she dropped the tunic, ignoring it as it fell to the hard ground at her feet. Quite simply, she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever beheld in his life.
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