Tuesday, September 06, 2011

A Day In the Life of a Goddess…

My name—for now—is Isha Nix, Ice for short, but my people knew me as Isis, mother of Egypt. I miss my homeland and the sweet life I destroyed. Now, with the help of my wards, I’ll spend an eternity saving the souls of people worthy of a second chance. It’s not a duty I want or agree with.


Here’s how my day is normally spent now Pre-Turner:


1. Talk Sadie out of strangling random strangers.

2. Reminding Arabella that no matter how many time she recites a spell, her voodoo magic is lost to her.

3. Keep Giselle from controlling Sadie too much and from Ari’s sharp tongue.

4. Searching for a way to piss off Osiris—or to find his favor. Either way works for me.

5. Try to forget the evil things I did to my people while mourning my child… I’ll never get over that one.


Excerpt:


“Why is it I can’t get you out of my mind? You say we haven’t met, but my dreams remember you.”

Oh yeah, he’d dreamt of a woman for months now. She resembled his dream woman in so many ways, but he’d never seen his fantasy lover’s face.

She struggled against his clutch. “Mr. Alcott, I assure you we haven’t met. And for your other question, I don’t know why, but you need to release me.”

Why did that quivering bottom lip make him suspect she was lying? Turner rested his forehead against the top of hers and sucked in her scent. “Please, tell me I’m not losing my mind. Tell me you don’t visit me every night and I’ll promise to leave you alone. I just need to know.”

He sounded like a crazy man but she had to tell him. She was the only one who could put a stop to his mind’s constant fantasizing, and this feeling of déjà vu every time he saw her.

Ice wriggled in his arms, her thighs chafing against his slacks. “Mr. Alcott, you need to let me go.” She glanced around his shoulder. “Brodie is probably staring out that glass window and I would hate for him to get the wrong impression.”

She was right. He needed to get ahold of himself, but he didn’t have the strength to walk away. His hands traveled up and over her shoulders, stalling on her neck. Brushing his thumbs against her jaw, he pressed her head back and stared into hard eyes—no emotion. Couldn’t she see the battle he fought?

He teased the corner of her mouth with his thumb and her breathy gasp pleased him. So, she wasn’t completely immune to him. He dropped his head until his mouth hovered over hers.

“Mr. Alcott—”

“Shhh. I just need a taste of the sunshine.”

2 comments:

Lisa (Lisa's World of Books) said...

Super Fun Post Roxanne! Thanks!

Sassy Street Sirens said...

I love Ice. Thanks for lettine me share her with you!