Thursday, January 12, 2017

Warriors of Lemuria Series by Rosalie Redd


Untouchable
Lover
Warriors
of Lemuria
Book
One
Rosalie
Redd

Genre: Paranormal romance

Date of Publication: January 2,
2016

ISBN: 9781944419004
ASIN: B019ZVIC8G

Number of pages: 400
Word Count: 86,000

Cover Artist: Melody Simmons

Book Description:

Forbidden love. Untouchable…

King Noeh wants to live his
single life, fight his enemy, and honor his goddess by winning the war over
Earth’s most precious resource—water. Bonding to a female shifter is not part
of the plan, not until his goddess insists he take a queen by the next full
moon or lose his crown. When he rescues a beautiful female from the enemy’s
grasp, a forbidden attraction blooms, and he must decide between his kingdom
and his heart.

Melissa hunts for a new place she
can call home, one far away from her controlling master who vowed to make her
his concubine. Captured by the enemy and tortured to near death, she’s rescued
by a brooding, handsome king. When her master shows up at the king’s
underground Keep, the tension escalates. She struggles to keep the honorable
king at arm’s length, but she can’t ignore the compelling desire he ignites in
her soul.

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Excerpt
1:

“You escaped.
Perhaps I should put you in the dungeon.” Noeh’s voice was low and threatening.
The resulting shiver that skated across her arms wasn’t from fear.
She wanted to
pound her fists against his body. “I’ll just pick my way out of there, too.”
“Don’t bet on
it.”
He stood.
Against her will, her body responded to his intense stare. He headed straight
for her, a wall of pure, masculine strength.
 She stilled as he approached. Without thought,
she squeezed the wet rag in her hand. Water dripped onto the exam table. The
stone was slightly concave, and the moisture ran into a small groove down the
center.
He placed his
palms on the surface of the table and leaned in. Up close and personal, he
invaded her space as if he had every right.
“I don’t usually
have trouble with disobedience, but you…” His eyes glowed, gold flecks mixing
with the blue.
She met his gaze
and didn’t flinch. “I think you like the challenge.”
The skin around
his eyes creased as a smile broke across his face. “You might be right about
that.”


Unforgettable
Lover
Warriors
of Lemuria
Novella
Rosalie
Redd

Genre: Paranormal romance

Date of Publication: March 2016

ISBN: 9781944419028
ASIN: B01A2JDJM4

Number of pages: 155
Word Count: 33k

Cover Artist: Melody Simmons

Book Description:

The Betram ritual, when the full
moon occurs on the summer solstice, is a sexual rite—and a requirement—for all
unbonded Stiyaha of age. The irresistible urge to mate drives their inner
beasts. Some succumb and transform, while others hide behind masks. None can
escape the compelling need.

For Leonna, Betram offers one
night of freedom from a destiny she doesn’t want. Eager to participate, she’s
drawn to a formidable male whose tenderness burrows into her soul. Despite
discovering she’s below his status, she is caught up in their passionate
frenzy, and loses her heart to a male she can never have.

Though reluctant, as an unbonded
male, Prince Nicholai must participate in the Betram ritual. Because he fears
harming anyone he gets close to, he dons his mask and vows to stay in human
form. What he doesn’t expect is the intensity of his hunger for a certain honeyed
female hidden behind a disguise. As much as he longs to forget her, he can’t,
for she’s unforgettable.

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Excerpt:
Murmurs from the
crowd picked up. Titters of ‘Prince’ and ‘Nicholai’ were clear, even above the
din.
She picked up
brush after brush, trying to contain her mess. With her one good hand, she
scooped as many as she could back into her container.
“He’s moving
faster, coming our way.”
Two more brushes
and she put the cup back on her short table. Her rapid breaths fueled the
adrenaline that surged through her body.
“Very nice. Is
this yours?” Nicholai’s deep voice resonated into her chest.
As she tried to
calm herself, his unique scent of cloves and rain filled her lungs. Melting on
the inside, she remembered all that he was, all that he’d done to her. She
refused to look at him for fear he’d recognize her.
“Y…Yes.” She
managed to get the words out, but they were husky, strained.
“You have a nice
eye for detail. Have you other paintings?” He stepped closer to inspect her
canvas. She caught a glimpse of his profile. His high cheekbones and aquiline
nose exemplified his handsome features. He turned toward her.
She caught her
breath. Those deep blue eyes were the ones she remembered, the ones she’d
imagined in her dreams the past couple of nights. His brow furrowed, and she
realized she hadn’t answered his question.
“I do. Have more
paintings.” She turned toward her stack of completed pictures, but knocked the
cup of brushes off the table.
Like twigs upon
the rocks, they bounced and jogged before coming to rest on the stone floor.
“I’m…sorry.” She bent down to pick them up—again.
He lowered
himself on one knee and picked up a handful of brushes. Just as she reached for
one, he did as well. His finger ran along hers, lighting up the skin along
their connection.

Untamable
Lover
Warriors
of Lemuria
Book
2
Rosalie
Redd

Genre: Paranormal romance

Date of Publication: May 2016

ISBN: 9781944419066
ASIN: B01CIZMJDK

Number of pages: 320
Word Count: 73k

Cover Artist: Melody Simmons

Book Description:

Submit…or lose him forever.

As alpha of the feline shifters,
Demir will do whatever is necessary to protect his kind. When his independent
and headstrong second in command takes on a dangerous solo mission for revenge,
he goes to her aid. As they battle the enemy, not only must he must fight his
internal demons, but also his desire to claim her as his mate.

Battle-hardened Aramie leads a
band of female warriors to search for the sacred blue sunstone. The unthinkable
happens and she spirals into a frenzied need for vengeance to avenge her loved
one’s death. She hunts for the killer while Demir’s life is on the line, and
she must decide—submit to him as his mate, or lose him forever.

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Excerpt:

Demir tensed. A
healing stone? Was it possible? A tiny drop of hope weaseled its way into his
chest.
Sidea inhaled
and let out a slow breath. “With Demir back, you won’t have to fight the males
anymore. Even though our species heals fast, I hate to see you get injured
defending your role as interim leader.”
He fought
against the invisible bonds, straining, kicking in his mind. In his condition,
he couldn’t lead, and because he still lived, Aramie wasn’t officially Pride
leader. His gut twisted into a tight knot. He’d put her in an awkward position,
and he hated himself for it.
“I need to
finish.” Aramie’s voice returned to a normal volume.
The chair
creaked as she settled in her spot next to his bed. Tools clinked together.
Cool metal caressed the skin on his cheeks.
Snip-snip.
Small tendrils
of hair fell onto his cheek, tickling his skin. He relaxed again under her
care. His mind reeled through a storm of confusion, but he couldn’t pinpoint
its source. All he knew was a welcoming peace at her touch.
“I’ll see you in
the Grand Hall.” Sidea’s words hung in the air.
Her soft
footsteps retreated across the floor. The door clicked shut.
“I wish you
would talk to me, tell me what I should do.” Aramie caressed the hair around
his mouth, wiping away the stray strands she’d clipped. Her finger circled his
diamond stud above the hairline of his lip.
He wanted to
grab her wrists, make her stop, and part of him was glad he couldn’t. All his
adult life he’d avoided physical contact. Even with Eleanor, his deceased mate,
he’d controlled when and how she touched him. To have Aramie touch him now, in
such a personal way, beat against his spirit, reinforcing his weakness.
“The males only
follow my command in deference to you.” Her voice contained a small hitch.
The flat end of
the scissors rubbed against his skin. With gentle care her fingers glided over
his upper lip, and he wanted to lick her, taste her skin on his tongue. Her
attention to him teased his nerves, increasing his yearning. He’d gone from
relaxed to being enticed in a matter of moments. In his mind, his cat howled in
frustration.
“Sidea and I
will find Blue Pool, find the healing stone. I won’t stop until we do.”
A drop of
wetness splashed on his chin, and she wiped it away. Why did the females cry
over him? Had she gone soft? If he could, he’d tell her to suck it up. He’d
chosen her as his second in command for a reason.
Metal clinked
against metal. She must’ve put the scissors back on the tray. That meant she
would leave him soon. His stomach clenched. Why did he care? The only females
he’d ever cared about were Eleanor and Melissa.
Eleanor had been
timid and submissive—a perfect mated female. She’d always done as he’d asked,
and never once challenged his authority. Her beautiful smile and deep green
eyes were as clear to him as the last time he’d seen her, over five hundred
years ago when the great scourge had claimed her life. Bile rose in his throat.
It seemed like only yesterday. 
Even though his
lifespan was over two thousand years, he still had more time than not…or so he
used to think. At this point, he wasn’t sure he had more than a few days left.
The memory of
his mate reminded him of Melissa, who’d looked so like his Eleanor he’d
obsessed over her. What a fool he’d been, pining for a female who didn’t want
him. When she became pregnant with the king’s child, he’d lost his lucidity and
threatened her. Aramie had interfered, commanding him to stop. He’d slapped his
own warrior across the face for her insolence, but he’d let Melissa go.
After all he’d
done, Aramie was here now, attending to his needs. I am such a shit.
“I’ll be back as
soon as I can.” She rose from her chair and padded to the door, lingering there
for a moment. Her soft breaths sounded loud in the quiet room.
“Please come
back to me,” she whispered.
She really
doesn’t want to be Pride leader…
The door closed
behind her, but the enchanting scent of strawberries lingered.


Unimaginable
Lover
Warriors
of Lemuria
Book
3
Rosalie
Redd

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Date of Publication: 1/3/17

ISBN: 9781944419103
ASIN: B01N7K0PCU

Number of pages: 290
Word Count: 67k

Cover Artist: Melody Simmons

Book Description:

A shifter and a human together?
Unimaginable…

One careless decision. The colony
betrayed. Tanen’s only course is a desperate hunt for justice, but his solo
mission is cut short when he’s mortally wounded. Rescued by a sweet, innocent
woman, he can’t deny the passion that burns between them. Now he must choose
between his duty and honor or his desire for the precious, but forbidden, human
female.

Broken promises and ruined love
hardened Sheri’s heart. When she finds an injured and extraordinarily sexy man on
her property, she’s pulled into a world she never imagined. As she nurses him
back to health and they bond over their love of books, she’s torn between the
lessons she learned from her rough past and the need to seek solace in Tanen’s
arms, but she must learn to trust him, and herself, in order to survive.

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Excerpt:

Movement caught
her attention. A dark form slumped against the far wall.
She inhaled and
took a step back.
The man groaned
louder.
“Who are you?
What are you doing in my shed?”
The only sound,
his labored breaths and her own heartbeat.
She emboldened
her tone with as much confidence as she could. “You’re trespassing. I’m calling
the police.”
“No…don’t.” His
words were short, strained, yet the tenor of his voice weaseled its way into
the deepest recesses of her soul, calling to her. The sensation warmed her
insides. She held her breath.
He moaned again.
His dark form moved.
Her medical
training kicked in and she had the urge to rush to his side, help him, but she
remained wary. “Are you injured? Should I call an ambulance?”
“Is it dark
outside?” His strained voice carried across the small space.
A strange desire
to hear him speak again washed over her. She fisted her hand. “What difference
does it make if it’s dark outside? If you’re injured, you need help.”
“Please, tell
me…is it,” a quick intake of breath, “…dark yet?”
The cultured way
he spoke made her still. His accent was one she’d never heard. Sweat broke out
on the back of her neck, dampening her collar. He seemed in pain, but she
wasn’t sure. Her curiosity warred with her fear, and she wavered between
barricading herself in her house with Coop and rushing to aid him. Instead, she
remained fixed in place.
“It’s dusk.” She
choked the words out, her throat tightening from her confusion.
He leaned his
head against the wall. She couldn’t see his features, but from his outline, she
could tell he was a large man. “Don’t…fear me. I’ll leave…soon…dark.” His words
washed over her again, stroking her insides.
With a quick
move, he stood. A stifled groan eased from his lips, and he rested his shoulder
against the wall.
She took a step
back. It took all of her inner strength not to run.
Coop growled.
Something wet
dripped onto the wooden floor, the rhythmic splashes an eerie omen.
“Craya.” He
tipped over, his body sliding down the wall until he landed on the floor.
“Stay, Coop.”
Without a second thought, she raced to his side.
This close, the
dim light was enough to see his features. Rough stubble on his chiseled jaw
accentuated his luscious lips and broad nose, but what caught her attention was
the intensity in his eyes. His gaze swept across her features, reading her,
assessing her…devouring her. Warmth spread through her and she had the sudden
urge to curl up to him, find out if his lips were as delectable as they
appeared. Her cheeks heated, and she shook her head to clear her thoughts.
She peered at
his clothing. Blood stained his jacket, or what was left of it. Tattered and
torn, the ragged material clung from his wide shoulders. His narrow hips led to
muscular legs. He wore an odd pair of trousers that looked hand-made.
With a quick
tilt of his head, he glanced at her. “Don’t…touch me.”
Her training
kicked in and she brought out her mother nurse side. “You’re injured and need
help. I’m a nurse. Let me assess you.”
His gaze
narrowed, the intensity in his eyes focusing on her.
Her heart
skipped a beat, but not from fear.
He tried to
stand again, but failed and gripped his chest with his free hand. “I have
to…leave.”
“The only way
you’re going anywhere is in an ambulance. Let me get my phone.” She turned to
go, needing to get help on the way as soon as possible.
He gripped her
arm, stopping her flight.
Heat and
something more, something sensual and powerful flowed between them.
“No!” The word
was a low command.
Despite she knew
nothing about this man her body responded to his order, her nipples peaking
beneath her shirt. Her mind raced. Why did she react to him this way?
 She glanced from his face to his hand and back
again. He released her, and fell forward, his palm slapping against the wooden
floor. “I’m s…sorry. No infirmary.”
Infirmary?
That’s an odd word. She blinked. “You need medical attention. A hospital is
where you belong—” 
She stilled.
Blood drained from her face. What if he’s a criminal?
Coop rubbed
against her leg. His chest rumbled.
The man’s
nostrils flared, and his intense gaze locked onto hers. “Don’t fear. I’m not a
danger to you.”
She took a step
back, toward the exit. “Are you running from the law?”
A deprecating
chuckle eased from his throat then was cut short. As he inhaled, his lungs
wheezed. “Not in the way you think.”
“But you are
running.”
“I…I need to
go.” He rose once again, but couldn’t maintain his balance.
She caught him
before he fell. Even with her big bone structure, his weight was almost more
than she could bear. “You’re not going anywhere in this condition. You’re
coming inside with me, so I can take a look at you. Then, we’ll talk about an
ambulance. Okay?”
His nod was all
the confirmation she needed.



About
the Author:

After finishing a rewarding
career in finance and accounting, it was time for Rosalie Redd to put away the
spreadsheets and take out the word processor. The award-winning author pens
paranormal, science fiction, and fantasy romance in her office cave located in
Oregon, where rain is just another excuse to keep writing.











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