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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.
 
"Witty dialogue, fantastic worlds and fiery hot sexual chemistry blend perfectly to make Amethyst Moon a must have for any N.J. Walters fan and I, for one, know I will enjoy this novella again and again for years to come."
5 Blue Ribbons—Jenn L, Romance Junkies
"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
"This is a wonderfully written story, sweet as well as hot...A fun story with a marvelous happily ever after."
—Aris, Alternative-Read.com
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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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Amethyst Dreams
Sequel to Amethyst Moon
by N.J. Walters
Dr. Augustine Mitchell has made her career researching a lost civilization. She owes her success to her colleague and friend, Olivia Fifield, who mysteriously disappeared four years earlier, leaving her with a set of notes, a vague letter and a silver and amethyst necklace.
Decisions and dreams plague her waking and sleeping hours. At a crossroads in her life, Augustine sets off on an archeological dig. The discovery of a secret room sets off a chain of events, which land her in the world of T’ar Tal and in the arms of two sexy men—Rorik and Kirce.
Augustine is shocked when the men from her dreams are suddenly real. There is no denying the sexual chemistry that sparks between her and her two lovers, but there are seemingly insurmountable problems as well. Their destinies are entwined, but only Augustine can decide their fate.
"N.J. Walter's is one of my favorite writers, her characters are dynamic but very real...I love that her hero's are both sensitive and strong...I hope that this isn't the last of the Amethyst series"
4 Hearts—Vallerianna, Night Owl Reviews
"This novella was a great erotic paranormal read. The characters are strong and sexy as they struggle to forgive themselves and let their future be a part of the larger picture under the Goddess."
4 Headstones—Hockeyvamp, Bitten By Books
"Augustine is a strong woman who fights to make her way in a male-dominated
world...made me want to read more..."
4 Stars—Tory Sanders, JERR
"...highly erotic with well written love scenes – lots of them, that certainly raise temperatures."
3 Hearts—Abi, The Romance Studio
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Excerpt from Amethyst Dreams
©2009 N.J. Walters
Augustine wasn’t an overly sexual woman, yet that wasn’t the case around this stranger. He brought out parts of her that she’d kept buried most of her life. She was Augustine Mitchell—sensible, levelheaded and able to hold her own, physically and intellectually, with all the other men on a dig. She didn’t recognize this Augustine, the feminine, sensual one.
Squaring her shoulders she stared him down, ignoring the fact that he looked even larger with his arms folded across his massive chest. His biceps were huge. Still, she’d never backed down from anyone in her life and she wasn’t about to start with some man from her dreams. “Why shouldn’t I be here? This is my dream.”
She sensed his frustration even though he didn’t move, didn’t make any little betraying gesture. The man was incredibly self-contained.
“It is not safe for you to be around me.”
She watched, fascinated as his fingers opened and closed into fists. She didn’t fear he’d hurt her. On the contrary, she had the feeling that this man was always in control, maybe too much so. “Why isn’t it safe?” Augustine almost didn’t recognize the purring, flirty tones of her voice.
She took a step toward him. He didn’t move, not even when she placed her palm in the center of his chest and felt the fast, heavy thud of his heart. He wasn’t as unaffected as he wanted her to believe. Something nudged her belly and she automatically shifted closer. There was no mistaking the rather impressive erection prodding at her stomach. Even though there were several layers of clothing between them, his shaft felt hot.
“I don’t want this,” he grated out from between clenched teeth. His eyes darkened as he lowered his head.
“Then leave.” She smoothed her fingers over his collarbone before testing the thick muscles of his shoulders. “It’s just a dream.”
He shook his head, causing his long hair to brush against the side of her face. “It’s more than a dream, Augustine. And it may already be too late.”
Before she could ask him what he meant by that, he captured her mouth with his. She’d been both right and wrong about his lips. They were firm, but they were soft too. His tongue slipped along the seam of her lips seeking entrance, and she gave it willingly, eagerly. He surged inside, running his tongue over the edge of her teeth before exploring the cavern of her mouth.
Rorik seemed to suck all the breath from her body as he laid siege to her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him. Somewhere along the way, he’d palmed her ass, tilting her hips inward so her mound was pressed directly against his swollen cock.
Augustine groaned and tried to suck in a breath, but it was impossible. The night, the sky, the moon, the oasis, all disappeared. Nothing existed but Rorik. Time disappeared as the kiss went on and on. She would have stayed there forever, but he finally broke away. Gasping for breath, she stared up at him. His eyes were totally black, his face even harder than before.
If she’d met him in a dark alley, she’d have been scared to death of him. But here in her dreams, she felt safe. Plus, somewhere deep inside her, she knew he’d never hurt her. Not physically. She didn’t question her instincts. They’d saved her life more than once over the years and she trusted them implicitly.
“You should go before it’s too late.” His fingers tightened around her bottom as he uttered the warning.
She leaned closer, brushing soft kisses across his jaw. “I think it’s already too late.” She didn’t want to leave. Not now.
“It’s not too late for me, is it?”
She whirled around at the sound of another male voice. Rorik wrapped his forearm around her stomach, keeping her close. The newcomer was tall, not as tall as Rorik, but he was still larger than her. His hair was a little longer than Rorik’s, but it was a dark brown instead of black. He wasn’t quite as broad as Rorik, but was certainly an impressive specimen of manhood. If she hadn’t met Rorik first, she would definitely have been attracted to him. Was attracted to him.
“So it has begun.” Rorik’s whispered words sent a shiver down her spine and not a good one. He didn’t sound happy about this.
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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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Beyond Shadows
by N.J. Walters
Warriors of the Shadow Realm are facing their own demise, becoming lost in the shadows that were once their salvation. The Shadow Lord, hoping to stave off their destruction, sends Blade, one of his fiercest warriors, to protect a woman who holds one of the keys to their survival.
Jac Harris is an accountant, not a risk taker, preferring to live her life quietly. That all changes when she is sent on an accounting job by mistake and stumbles onto a crime ring. Now the bad guys are chasing her and she doesn’t know where to run.
A mysterious man shows up at her family’s beach house swearing to protect her at all costs. But Jac doesn’t quite know what to believe. With an arsenal of knives strapped to his body, and clothed from head to toe in black leather, he resembles the assassin she fears he is. Blade becomes her protector and lover in this deadly game, but it’s up to her to save him from the shadows that haunt him.
"I absolutely adored this novel...Graphic, well-executed love and action scenes left me breathless and on the edge of my seat...An awesome reading experience..."
5 Hearts—Abi, The Romance Studio
"...like the sensual pleasure of fine, dark chocolat, a single taste of N.J.'s passionate warriors could never be enough!"
—Liz Pawsey, PNR
"...an erotic romance that will curl your toes. I’m wondering…does N J stand for Nice Job, because she always seems to leave you with a satisfying read and awaiting more from her. Enjoy!"
4.25—Susan, Night Owl Romance
"Ms. Walters has proven she is a master of her craft with Beyond Shadows.
This story is a book full of sex, suspense, and a love for the ages."
3/4 Stars—L.T. Blue, JERR
"...the sparks of sexual attraction between Jac and Blade could practically be felt jumping off the pages."
4 Headstones—Stacy, Bitten By Books
"...a sensual read sure to rev your motor!"
4—Lori Spears, The Romance Readers Connection
"Blade is a hero to fall in love with. Although he knows his relationship with Jacqueline is doomed, he can't stop himself from loving her. He would sacrifice his own life to keep the woman he can never have safe. This is one character deserving of a happy ever after. Beyond Shadows will have readers cheering for the hero."
4 Angels—Kimber, Fallen Angel Reviews
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Excerpt from Beyond Shadows
©2008 N.J. Walters
There was a low snick and then a light almost blinded her. He’d turned on one of the floor lamps. She had to blink several times to clear her vision. It wasn’t that the light was so strong, but that she’d been in darkness seconds before.
He was sitting on the edge of the coffee table, patiently waiting for her to look at him. For a brief moment, Jac wished she’d never asked for a light. Darkness was preferable.
Her assassin was gorgeous.
Even though he was sitting down, she could tell he was tall. His shoulders were encased in leather and appeared solid and very wide. His jaw was square and covered with a light stubble that made him look sexy. His skin was swarthy, whether it was tanned or part of his heritage, she couldn’t be sure, but if she was a betting gal, she’d bet he was of Mediterranean descent. His nose was straight, his cheekbones high. But it was his eyes that captured her.
Dark and fathomless, they seemed to look within her all the way to her very soul. They were like the sea on a moonless night, cold and unforgiving. She shivered.
He reached out and she flinched back in spite of her resolve to be brave. He didn’t touch her. Instead, he grabbed the blanket that had been tossed to the end of the sofa in their struggle. Shaking it out, he tucked it carefully around her without actually touching her.
“Who are you?” She could hear the slight quiver in her voice and hated herself for it. She didn’t want to appear weak.
“Blade.”
That didn’t tell her much, except that maybe she was right about his profession. Blade was the perfect name for an assassin. It suited him somehow. Maybe it was all the black leather and his sharp features.
His hair was past his shoulders and tied back at his neck. When he’d reached for the blanket it had fallen over his shoulder. The light had shined on the black mass, highlighting some strands that appeared to be almost a midnight blue.
She shook her head to clear it. “That doesn’t tell me much.” She was proud that her voice was steady this time, her reply almost tart in tone.
He raised his hand and slowly moved it toward her. This time she didn’t flinch, but met his gaze straight on. His fingers cupped her chin, his thumb stroking over her bottom lip in a sensual caress.
Jac pressed her legs together as she felt that tiny touch right between her thighs. What was the matter with her? As he stroked his thumb over her lip again she could feel herself creaming her panties. This was so not like her. She wasn’t the type for spontaneous attraction. Like everything else in her life, she took her time with men and relationships, moving slowly until she felt certain about them.
This immediate attraction took her by surprise and made her feel uncomfortable.
“All you need to know is that I will kill anyone who tries to harm you.” He said the words easily, as if killing someone meant no more to him that swatting a fly.
She swallowed hard. “So you say.”
His hand stilled and he let it slide downward until he was cupping her throat. She feared for a moment that she’d pushed him too hard and he’d simply squeeze the life out of her. His hand was big and she could feel the hard calluses on it. He was more than capable of ending her life that way.
But his hand continued to move lower. He traced her collarbone, the edge of his hand brushing against her right breast. In spite of herself, her nipple tightened, pressing against the cup of her bra.
His fingers trailed down her right arm until he was touching the cast on her wrist. “Tell me who did this and I will kill them for you.”
Laughter bubbled up inside her and she knew she was on the verge of hysterics if she didn’t pull herself back. She shook her head and snorted.
His grip tightened around her wrist. It was then that she realized that he wasn’t hurting her. In fact, hadn’t hurt her at all yet, even though he obviously had the upper hand here. In their struggle, he’d tempered his strength, using only enough to control her without harming her. It was a revelation. But she still didn’t trust him.
“What is it?” There was a slight accent in his voice, one she couldn’t place, but made him sound as sexy as hell.
“I knew you were here to kill me.”
“I have told you I am here to protect you.” She could sense his rising exasperation.
“Yeah, well, you also said you’ll kill whoever did this to me.” She tugged her arm from his grasp and held it up between them. “I did it climbing out of a bathroom window.”
His black eyes narrowed. “You were running.”
It wasn’t a question. “Very astute.”
“Who were you running from?”
“Most likely the man who hired you to find and kill me.” It was bold and possibly stupid, but she wanted all the cards on the table. No more games between them.
Blade came to his feet in one lithe motion. She looked up. Way up, to meet his black eyes that appeared positively glacial at the moment.
She stood, not liking the feel of him towering over her. She was tall, but he was still several inches above her. With his larger build, he made her feel small, not something she was used to.
He put his hands on his hips and his calf-length, leather coat parted to reveal a mini-arsenal. He was wearing a harness of some kind with handles of metal and wood visible at various intervals. Knives! She could feel the blood draining from her face as she imagined the sharp edge of one of those sinking into her flesh.
“I have said that I am here to protect you, Jacqueline Harris.”
“Call me Jac.” The response was automatic and out of her mouth before she could stop it. Now probably wasn’t a good time to correct him.
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