Regina lost her husband four years ago. Now she lives a solitary life—by choice. But her preferences are tossed aside when an unseen force drops her into a remote jungle. There, a mysterious band of handsome, athletic men are waiting to show her that the woman who takes on their tribe has no chance to remain lonely…or unsatisfied. Enlisted as the group’s “Wikomsette” or “Wife”, her emotional and physical desires are at first resurrected, then fulfilled.
Eight men, but only one will truly claim her heart. Niku, the leader, is the first to re-awaken desire in Regina. Brannon, second in command is the most stunningly beautiful man she has ever seen, but his sweet talking may only lead to another heartbreak. Most of the other men could win her over as well, with some exceptions, such as Ax, who infuriates her mind as strongly as he melts her body.
Maneuvering her way through the tribe emotionally, is not Regina’s only concern. Kept in the dark about who they are and what their mission is, leaves her to consider several theories. Could they be covert military men? Aliens? Part of a secret cult? Eventually she will learn not only the shocking truth of who they are, but that she may play a much bigger role in the mission than any of them could have guessed, changing forever the course of her life, and of all life on Earth.
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What happened? Why did he leave like that? Would he be back soon? Could he help me get back home? Barely had these thoughts crossed my mind when the stunningly beautiful man with the green and blue eyes appeared where Niku had vanished. I gave him a questioning look, hoping for an explanation.
He stepped closer to me, gestured to himself and said, “Brannon.” He appeared to be in his late twenties, and now that he no longer wore an expression of shock, I saw that besides being beautiful, he also had an aura of kindness about him. How many women had fallen in love with this dreamboat at first sight? Despite my physical attraction to this newcomer, my mind was still with Niku, with whom I had just leaped into a relationship of some sort.
“Vu?” he said, gesturing to me.
I wasn’t certain what he meant, but replied, “Regina.”
“Regina.” With the radiant smile blooming on his face, his beauty was almost too much. He gazed down at me with a tender expression. His eyes shone with emotion as he raised a hand to touch my face but then let it fall, softly grazing the side of my hair. Fear gripped me. Maybe that wasn’t a strong enough word. The clenching in my heart was more like terror. I couldn’t think straight, but something about this man told me that if I let him, he would take much more from me than my body. In the past half hour or so, I had learned that I could share my body again, and take pleasure in it. But the look in Brannon’s eyes told me that not only did he want me, but that these were eyes I might get lost in forever.
Overwhelmed, a single tear rolled down my cheek. The feelings swirling inside me were too much. Too much! Brannon’s gaze locked on the tear. Then, he had the audacity to look at me as if it was his heart breaking. He wiped the tear away with his thumb, soft as a feather, and just as softly placed a kiss where the tear had been. I caught the sweet scent of his breath and skin before he pulled his face back, only a few inches from mine. Sensuous heat radiated from him. He bit his lip, stifling a moan as his gaze soaked up the sight of me. “Regina,” he said again as he dropped to his knees in front of me, his long, graceful hands taking gentle hold of my ankles, his eyes looking up to mine, silently pleading with me. I could feel what he wanted, for me to give myself to him as I had with Niku.
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Emerald Lavere is a forty-something wife, mother, dancer, singer, writer, lover of comic book heroes and heroines, good dark chocolates (especially with liquor in them), and many different flavors of art, books, and men!
A fan of just about every genre, she aims to write stories that contain something her readers will find sweet, and something surprising as well. If hot, explicit, sexual encounters happen to be included in those stories, well, it’s really not her fault. She is only recording the facts of what happens in the alternate universes, that the voices in her head tell her about. Often the voices won’t shut up until their stories have been told, so really, what else can she do?
Living in Southern California with her family and a fluffy dog she met at the local shelter, Ms. Lavere enjoys time with her family, reading, and walks. A former professional performer, she now dances for fun whenever possible, and sings often, and loudly, in her car. When she has alone time and is not working on her writing, she enjoys watching old Smallville episodes, because hot damn, there are some fine ass men on that show. Check out Emerald’s Website.