Publisher: Samhain Publishing

Publishing Date: December 18, 2012

Series, #: The Prophecy - Book One

Format: ebook 

Back Cover Blurb:
Two men will stop at nothing to have her gift, her desire...and her love.

The Prophecy, Book 1
Years ago, with the healing abilities afforded by her blend of Aztec
and extraterrestrial blood, Liz was free to do as she wished. Now she is trapped in a blood feud, forced to heal one of her clan’s most dangerous rivals so they can exploit his gift of prophecy.
As she drapes her nude body over his, the rush of his returning strength overwhelms her, and his stunningly sensual caress pushes her to her sexual limit.
Zeke Neekoma never expected to hunger for a woman he’s supposed
to hate, but now that he’s tasted her, he has no intention of denying himself the pleasure of her body—or of kidnapping his enemy’s most cherished plaything.
Brought to Zeke’s stronghold to heal his brother, Jacob, Liz surrenders her body’s most traitorous needs to the unrestrained desires of two powerful men. And the brothers fill the lonely void she has too long endured.
But her clan doesn’t intend to let her go without a fight...and the ecstasy that binds Liz to her lovers could be the thing that breaks them.
Warning: Worlds collide when two Alpha males crave a woman they shouldn’t have. Their dominance and desire knows no limits, culminating in sex so torrid this babe’s never gonna be the same...or free of one brother’s touch. 

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In the center of the mattress was Jacob Neekoma.
Liz stepped into the room.
His hair was long, possibly waist length, streaming past his left shoulder. Surely no more than thirty, his good looks were more refined than his brother’s while remaining as masculine. An artist would have found Jacob’s strong nose, full mouth and dark brows a delight to paint or sculpt. The same held true for his body. Tall and strong, he was only a bit less muscular than Zeke. He had the same snake tattoo on his biceps without the eagle’s eye, telling Liz he wasn’t a seer. Visions hadn’t forewarned Jacob of what Carreon’s men would do to him, their viciousness.
Black circles marked the entrance wounds of numerous bullets. Several had ripped through his legs, no doubt making flight impossible, just the way Carreon’s lieutenants liked their prey. Other wounds dirtied the smooth skin on his belly. His hand clutched an area just below his navel.
No blood seeped out, meaning his blood pressure had fallen to precarious levels. He’d been bathed as Zeke had been. Prepared for her arrival.
As he hadn’t before, Zeke squeezed her hand now and murmured, “Heal him.”
Kele made a strangled sound Liz had heard too many times before when someone’s beloved relative or friend had passed. One of the elderly women kept Kele from going to Jacob. “You’ll just be in the way,” she said.
The girl’s mouth twisted with frustration and grief. She wiggled out of the woman’s grip.
“Kele.” Zeke gestured to her and the rest of the women. “I want all of you to leave.”
“No.” She headed for Jacob.
Zeke stepped in her way, his size stopping her. “Jacob will be all right. I’ll be here with Liz.”
Indignation darkened Kele’s expression. She spoke through her teeth. “It’s because of her that he’s hurt.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it,” Zeke shot right back. “Liz had nothing to do with the ambush. Now get out of here. The longer you argue with me, the longer it’ll be before my brother gets the help he needs.”
She bounced in place, fists at her side.
A woman with a long scar on her right cheek took Kele’s arm, pulling her back.
She shouted, “Protect Jacob from her!”
Sighing, Zeke closed the door and went to Liz.
She wanted to run. Hell, she wanted this morning back when Zeke and Jacob had been whole, their beautiful bodies unmarred by bullets, their thoughts hopefully untroubled, their expressions serene.
When Liz had first seen Zeke tonight, he’d appeared to be sleeping. Jacob, however, was a portrait in pain, even though he was unconscious. The ends of his mouth turned down; perspiration shone on his body; his muscles bunched.
During her hospital rotations, Liz had seen people in the first throes of rigor, their features frozen in agony after a horrific death. What if Jacob was too far gone for her to help?
“Heal only those you believe will survive,” her father had warned.
Why? What if her healing made Jacob worse, rendering him vegetative? What would that do to Zeke and Kele?
“Help him, please,” Zeke said, bringing her hand to his mouth, pressing his lips to her birthmark.
A spark flowed between them, resembling a mild surge of electricity. Although Liz knew it was from her healing power, she suspected it might also be something more. A connection that was urging her toward this man, bringing him deeper into her soul.


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