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FROM EXCITING AUTHOR OF PARANORMAL ROMANCE, BILLI JEAN
Sisterhood of Jade: Part One – a box set
1 - Silver's Chance Within Derrick's hot embrace, Samantha discovers being the hunted just might not be as bad as she thought.
2 - A Spartan's Kiss After enduring centuries of life, Aeros the captain of the immortal Spartans, discovers his grey existence may end—in the arms of Tabithia. Only Tabithia is a witch guilty of crossing Ares, the god responsible for Areos' existence.
3 - Midnight Star Love can be tricky, but so can a Lykae determined to capture his reluctant mate's heart.
The Sisterhood of Jade stories introduce a world filled with immortals living side by side with mortals, but undiscovered—at least in the beginning.
As the tensions between the Death Stalkers—a brotherhood of immortals working to dominate the world—and the loosely banded together Immortal Council grow, so do the battles and bonds between the fractions.
If you like passionate erotic romance colored with witches, vampires, werewolves and the Faye, then this is a series you'll enjoy. Each story is filled with fast paced adventures with unexpected twists and turns right alongside deeply passionate love stories that are sure to burn the sheets up.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781839433924 |
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| Publisher: | Totally Entwined Group |
| Publication date: | 04/14/2020 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 1284 |
| File size: | 1 MB |
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Copyright © Billi Jean 2020. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.
Samantha balanced herself with one foot on a rock shelf, while blindly searching with the other for her next foothold. Her fingers burned from digging into rough shale. Her legs and shoulders ached. Exhaustion ate at her body, quicker than she managed to inch down into the pitch darkness.
Maybe, just maybe, she was taking the sisterhood bond too far.
Her witch sight, much like a cat’s, gave her better-than-average night vision. Still, the darkness rising from the pit felt like someone had pulled a hood over her head. A damp, musty hood. Creepy.
A faint movement of air against her sweaty face didn’t provide much relief from the oppressive heat. Instead, the hair on her nape shivered.
Testing her next foothold, Samantha continued worrying over her journey, misgivings whirling around her head like the bats she’d already encountered down here. She could usually stem her doubts and focus on action. Not this time. Being forced to climb at a snail’s pace occupied her body, but unfortunately it left her mind free to worry over what she was doing.
She choked on a laugh. Understatement of the year? Yeah.
Oh, the place rocked, really. If not for the endless caves and tunnels, lack of any living creature—other than the bats—and of course the five-pointed, bloody star at the entrance, Samantha might consider this a holiday.
Yeah, things are not too good right now. Chances were the Death Stalkers, the immortal bad guys, owned this deserted place. Hell…chances? Who am I trying to kid here?
Their ancient symbol had been faint, filled in with enough dirt and debris she might have passed it by if not for the familiar lines of the star. That symbol, even covered in musty cave dust, claimed these caverns as much—if not more so—than the big, yellow arches over McDonald’s.
So yeah, if not for that star, I might be able to convince myself this was a waste of time.
It still might.
Or it could be a trap.
Tabathia would have known. Her best Wicca-buddy excelled at sensing traps. Besides being her best friend, Tab was the female equivalent of Indiana Jones on Red Bull, but bringing her on this hunt hadn’t been an option.
Samantha could admit to herself now, as she perched an hour’s climb down a mine shaft in complete darkness—with plenty of time to worry—she didn’t know if she trusted the intel that Agni, the hottie Fire Demon, had dished out. He might be best buds with her adoptive vampire mother, Star, but Samantha had only met him once, maybe twice, before. The way he’d spoken, with an odd inflection, ‘This place would hold the answers she desired,’ just hadn’t sounded right.
Besides…desired? Her stomach tightened at the thought. She desired a hell of a lot. Getting her sister back topped the long list. An image of Susanna’s beautiful face, bloody and broken, flashed for a moment through her mind before Samantha shoved it down.
Her sister was missing. Taken. Samantha’s mistake. Samantha’s error to fix. So that meant no endangering her Wicca-buddy on this crazy cave crawl. If this cavern lead to the Death Stalkers, that suited her fine. She believed they were responsible for her sister’s disappearance. The men in black were evil, rotten to the core. They sold their souls for a chance at power. Some, for the chance at the immortality they’d not been blessed with.
Witches, warlocks and most of the magic weavers in the world, even some of the Faye and Demon breeds, were denied immortality. Oh, they lived for one hell of a long time, but they didn’t live forever. Immortal was a loose, very loose, term. Some races of immortals reached a point where they stopped aging, but not all. Immortality didn’t save you if you were killed. Samantha’s parents were dead. Her family’s heritage was mixed, touched by so many other species her parents could very well have lived for eons before they departed this plane.
So if this tunnel led her to a Death Stalker bastion, so much the better. She had a score to settle with the men in black, with or without their involvement in her sister’s abduction.
Wherever the tunnel led, it was time to get on with the adventure. She could regret her actions later. Now, she needed to move her ass. The cave seemed to disagree with that plan though.
Jagged rocks dug into her arms and knees constantly. It didn’t much matter, but the sharp digs stung. She secured her balance and unclipped a glow stick from her pack. Maybe lighting up the place would help. Couldn’t possibly hurt. Steadying herself, Samantha snapped the plastic tube twice with one hand. Pink light flowed brightly into the gloom. Not wasting time, she dropped it between her legs. Two seconds later, the light bounced a few times and stilled on the bottom.
Not too far. Covering such a short distance would be a piece of cake. But had the silly thing hit rock bottom?
Well, rock or dirt...didn’t matter.
She still had to go down. Samantha took another minute to gauge the distance, held her breath, and pushed off the wall. Her boots hit solid ground almost before she registered the fall. Still in a crouch, she froze, but the only sound registering was the pounding tempo of her blood. Nothing went off, no alarm, no trigger she could detect.