Watchful eyes locked on her weary movement. She cracked open the journal to place the charcoal stick in the middle and closed it. Rhaeyel pretended not to know what the book was. Since she allowed Ly’traer to look inside he decided it was a good opening to ask Eriea about it. “So what book is that?” She slanted a cautious look in his direction. “Nothing I am certain you are familiar with,” she dismissed breezily. “Are you certain?” Rhaeyel countered with amusement and feinted to intercept the book. Had he truly wanted the book, he would have had it by now. He simply played with her, ruffling Eriea’s feathers. “Perhaps I have heard of it…” Eriea deftly swerved and clutched the tomb tight against her bosom, protectively, daring him with a nasty glare to make another attempt. “Not this story,” she announced with finality her chin arching in a defiant haughty manner. That look only served to incite him to make another grab. “Why so evasive? Is it the Lempia-Asema?” Rhaeyel pretended to steal another gander of the red leather cover. The journal was too slender to be the heavily illustrated sex book. She gaped, appalled. “I would never… No!” Eriea denied incredulous that he would believe she would have such a book on her. Her. With a sex book depicting all sorts of sexual positions. The Lempia-Asema covered not only mortal erotic positions but dwarves, centaurs, demon couplings too. Of course, Rhaeyel had heard of that book. Only the adventuresome searched for the Lempia-Asema. He just never found a woman with whom to practice all the positions the sex tomb recorded down on page with illustrations. Until Eriea. He liked the idea of corrupting her staid ideals. “Argh! Fine,” she snapped out with a dark glower. “If you must know it’s a memoir, a journal. Happy?” Rhaeyel enjoyed needling her, pushing Eriea’s boundaries until she reacted. “You little reprobate,” he teased feigning abhorrence. “Always the innocent ones,” he tisked and shook his head, “corrupting teenage boys by reading one’s naughty innermost secrets. For shame!” “Wh-what? W-Wait!” Eriea thrust out a hand to stall him. “I-it’s not like that!” She stammered in near panic. In haste to prove her point, she literally pushed the journal into his hands. “I-it’s my mother’s journal, not mine!”
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This title will be released on May 7, 2013. (Preorder preorder preorder!!) Outcast due to their ability to manipulate time, shunned by the mortal and immortal worlds alike, a Traveller’s life is anything but easy. Traveller Peter Faa is a member of the Otherworld’s Watch tracking down a murderer, and unfortunately, the clues all seem to point toward his own estranged family. Any of his cousins could be guilty, but finding which one is tricky when they’re all experts in the art of stealing time. After surviving a lightning strike, Kiya Mortenson is determined to get just one thing in her life right. And if that means taking a job as nanny to five pugs who live in a campsite in the Oregon wilderness, then so be it. It doesn’t hurt that the job comes with some pretty spectacular male eye candy, including her new boss’s gorgeous black sheep grandson. If only she didn’t keep having this strange sense of deja vu… When Peter discovers that his own family is stealing time from Kiya, all bets are off. While she may drive him crazy at times, it’s clear to him that it’s not just lightning that’s creating some serious sparks between them. And he’s not going to let secrets, lies, or a devious murderer keep Kiya from where she belongs: at his side.
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