Thursday, 24 September 2015

Burning Sage - Another Winner From the Sensational Deena Remiel!!!

Author’s Bio

Deena spends her time playing in the Garden of Good and Evil as she writes paranormal romance and suspense. She’s been known to have downed a few beers with her angels, and even put Satan in his place a time or two. She’s fascinated with the concept of immortality and all its implications. Gilbert, Arizona, near her beloved Superstition Mountains, is where she and her family call home.
Volcanologist Sage Wilcot’s heart has lain safely dormant until she meets Emmanouel, the immortal prince tasked with redeeming a vanished civilization—and who is set upon igniting passion in her body and soul.


A brilliant scientist with a tragic past, Sage Wilcot is about to realize her lifelong obsession: studying the volcano on the exotic Greek island of Santorini. But her dream could turn into a nightmare. The once-dormant volcano is waking up, and it’s shaking her world in the process. Rescued by Emmanouel—a gorgeous and immortal prince tasked with restoring the glory of a long-lost civilization—the logical Sage will soon be challenged into believing the unbelievable…like fate, magic, and most of all, love.


“Well,” she sighed, brushing the sandy grit off her hands, “now what?” She sloshed her way to drier land. She was there. On a grumbling volcano. Alone. “What the hell was I thinking?” She shook her head at her own audacity. “You were thinking of me, perhaps? I can only hope.” Sage spun around, startled by the sound of the low-timbre voice. “Emmanouel?” He stepped out of the shadowy darkness and outstretched his arms in a welcoming gesture. “In the flesh. And you, Sage, are too, I see. Looking splendid.” Astonished that her hopes had turned to reality, she stared at him as though he’d grown three heads. Regaining her footing, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Yes, much less dusty and grimy, though. It’s amazing what a shower and some clean clothes can do.” Really, Sage? That’s your grand attempt at nonchalance? He laughed lightly and sauntered closer to her, his eyes promising a whole lot more than she bargained for. “So, were you?” She scowled, flummoxed by his very presence, and tried desperately to regain her sanity. “Was I what?” “Thinking of me.” He inched closer. “In a way.” “In what way?” She stepped back. “Annoyance, actually.” “Why is that?” “You disappeared on me earlier. You followed me out of the hole we were in, and then when I went to introduce you to a colleague, you were gone. I could have used some backup on my story about my face being injured and how you fixed it with that watery stuff of yours. See? It’s all gone. No cut, no bruise—” “Just beautiful, soft skin that I long to feel against mine.” His husky voice sent thrilling pulses through her body and a tingly sensation across her skin. He stepped toward her, reached out, and with the back of his hand, tried to caress her cheek. Barely controlling her burgeoning lust, she turned just in time to miss his touch. “Now…now cut that out.” Nervous energy forced her to pace back and forth at the water’s edge like a caged lion. “I’m trying to be angry with you.” “I’m sorry. Go ahead.” “Well, I can’t now. You kinda fizzled it out of me.” “Oh, good.” He rushed to her side. “So I can touch you now, yes?”

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