By Deena Remiel
I am so thrilled and over the moon to present to you, BURNING SAGE! I am a fan of all things paranormal, but my heart belongs to the focused idea of immortality. Luckily for me, I was asked to write a story for the new Decadent Publishing TEASE line, with no parameters save for creating another alpha male to add to my healthy pack. Happily, I agreed, and Emmanouel, my immortal, was born.
While researching the setting for this story, I discovered that the much fabled lost city of Atlantis has been linked to the island of Santorini. This was definitely my kind of place! As I dug deeper, I came to find out that Santorini is actually settled on the jagged cliffs of a dormant volcano’s crater rim. Thing is, the volcano isn’t exactly silent. On the smaller islands of the caldera, steaming vents exist.
It got me thinking. How do people live day to day on Santorini, knowing they live ON a volcano? We’re not talking about living a few miles away, like Pompeii is from Vesuvius. I mean RIGHT ON THE RIM overlooking the crater filled with water from the Aegean Sea! It boggles my mind. And then I look at the photographs of the island, and I know why. It is so beautiful, it nearly hurts the eye. The brilliant blues of the sea and sky, the whitewashed homes and buildings resting precariously on the cliffs, and the warm breezes combine to create a heaven on earth.
Here’s a taste of BURNING SAGE to TEASE you…
Sage Wilcot, an accomplished scientist, has set her sights on her lifelong obsession, studying the volcanos of the island of Santorini. Once there, though, she gets more than she bargained for. The dormant volcano is waking and shaking things up in the process.
An enigmatic stranger from a mythical ancient city comes to her rescue and challenges her to believe in the unbelievable. Will she take the huge leap of faith for love’s sake or stay cloistered in her fortress of certainty and solitude?
Would you like another taste? Here’s a bit more…
“Well, now what?” She brushed the sandy grit off her hands and sloshed her way to drier land. “I’m here. On a grumbling volcano. Alone. What the hell was I thinking?” She shook her head at her own audacity and stupidity.
“You were thinking of me, perhaps? I can only hope.”
Sage spun around at the sound of the low-timbred voice. “Emmanouel?”
He stepped out of the shadowy darkness and outstretched his arms in a welcoming gesture. “In the flesh. And you, Sage, are too, I see. Looking splendid.”
“Yes, much less dusty and grimy. It’s amazing what a shower and some clean clothes can do.” Really, Sage? That’s your big comeback?
He laughed lightly and sauntered closer to her. “So were you?”
“Was I what?”
“Thinking of me.”
“In a way.”
“In what way?”
“Why is that?”
“You disappeared on me earlier. You were following me out of the hole we were in, and then when I went to introduce you to a colleague, you were gone. I could have used some backup on my story about my face being injured and how you fixed it with that watery stuff of yours. See? It’s all gone. No cut, no bruise….”
“Just beautiful, soft skin that I long to touch.” His husky voice sent thrilling pulses through her body and a tingly sensation across her skin. He reached out, and with the back of his hand, tried to caress her cheek. Barely controlling her burgeoning lust, she stepped back.
“Now cut that out. I’m trying to be angry with you.”
“I’m sorry. Go ahead.”
“Well, I can’t now. You kinda fizzled it out of me.”
“Oh, good. So now I can touch you, yes?”
“No!” she huffed, and stepped farther out of his reach. “You can tell me where you went and why you’re here now. How did you know I’d be here?”
“I never left. I can never leave.”
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