Title: Eternity
Author: Tmonique Stephens
Author's Website: http://TmoniqueStephens.com
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing (August 29, 2012)
Genre: Paranormal romance, romantic suspense,
Length: 332pages (1140 KB)
Buy Link: Amazon:: http://www.amazon.com/Eternity-ebook/dp/B00943FVG2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1349209186&sr=8-1&keywords=tmonique+stephens
Author: Tmonique Stephens
Author's Website: http://TmoniqueStephens.com
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing (August 29, 2012)
Genre: Paranormal romance, romantic suspense,
Length: 332pages (1140 KB)
Buy Link: Amazon:: http://www.amazon.com/Eternity-ebook/dp/B00943FVG2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1349209186&sr=8-1&keywords=tmonique+stephens
BLURB :
ROMAN NICOLIS
Cursed for 2,000 years, he has
tracked his lover's soul through each reincarnation only to lose her horribly
every time. Reclaiming their love is their only salvation. He's been her
friend, her father, her neighbor, but never again her lover ... until now.
STELLA WALKER
A late night walk home throws her
into the path of a killer. The last thing she remembers are the deep blue eyes
of the man trying to kill her-and the first things she sees after a seven-day
coma are the same blue eyes in the handsome face of the man hired to protect
her. Is he truly the owner of a security firm assigned to protect her, or the
man who wants to finish her off? Is it fear she feels when Roman touches her,
or the memory of something sweeter?
Past secrets haunt them. An angry
demon stalks them.
Roman will do anything to recover
what they had. Though Stella's ruined childhood has made her close her heart
and body to any man, he must get past the walls around her to gain her love and
trust, for it will take their union to defeat an unexpected enemy sent from the
Egyptian Gods. A man Romans respects, and Stella trusts. TWO HEARTS, ONE SOUL,
FOR ALL Eternity.
Kimberley's Review....
If you’re ideal reading must have any of these mythology, romance, and mystery, sexy, funny and erotic then Eternity by Tmonique Stephens is going to your new addiction. Roman and Stella are the new it couple! Ms. Stephens has blown me away with this first book. You feel like you are in the story and it doesn’t let you go, you feel every raw emotion, every smile and every tear. A true love story for the times, and one that just wasn’t a hi, hi ok I love you … she not only pulls you in, she wraps you in a warm blanket and makes you believe in romance once again. I personally am looking forward to the next book in July. And learning more about the Nicolis Brother’s and I know I am going to love them all. So do yourself a favor find this book, buy it up and clear your calendar. B/c this is a wonderful, exciting, don’t want to put it down, I will eat when I am done kind of book. Great job Ms. Stephens, I am so excited to put you on my favorite author’s list and will look forward to all your future books.
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If you’re ideal reading must have any of these mythology, romance, and mystery, sexy, funny and erotic then Eternity by Tmonique Stephens is going to your new addiction. Roman and Stella are the new it couple! Ms. Stephens has blown me away with this first book. You feel like you are in the story and it doesn’t let you go, you feel every raw emotion, every smile and every tear. A true love story for the times, and one that just wasn’t a hi, hi ok I love you … she not only pulls you in, she wraps you in a warm blanket and makes you believe in romance once again. I personally am looking forward to the next book in July. And learning more about the Nicolis Brother’s and I know I am going to love them all. So do yourself a favor find this book, buy it up and clear your calendar. B/c this is a wonderful, exciting, don’t want to put it down, I will eat when I am done kind of book. Great job Ms. Stephens, I am so excited to put you on my favorite author’s list and will look forward to all your future books.
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Excerpt:
Damn, he woke her. After only a few hours of sleep, she was
sitting up, her head tilted back to catch the whiffs of air generated from the
ceiling fan. She pulled the collar of the robe from her damp neck.
He closed his laptop, retrieved a bottle of water from the
kitchen and handed it to her. Perched on the edge of her coffee table, he
waited while she rubbed the bottle across her sweaty brow and gave a throaty
sigh before twisting the cap. Completely unaware of the sensual picture she
presented, Stella tossed her head back, tipped the bottle to her lips and
gulped until she drained it.
“How long have I been asleep?” She licked the moisture from
her lips.
He ignored the lengthening poke of his cock. “A few hours.
We need to talk.” Elbows on his knees, he leaned closer to her.
She paused, her eyes shifted around the room. “If not the
most dreaded sentence in the world, it must be in the top five.” She took a
deep fortifying breath and squared her shoulders. “Go ahead.”
She thinks I’m leaving her. He studied her until
she squirmed uncomfortably under the glare. It galled to be lumped together
with everyone else that hurt, left, and disappointed her.
“I believe you’re correct about the killings.”
Her eyebrows shot into her hairline. “You do?”
He nearly laughed. “Surprising, huh? Well you made a
convincing argument and I’d be foolish to ignore the possibility.”
“So, you’re leaving now,” she stated flatly.
Every muscle rigid, he sat back. “Do you have a death wish? “Cause
if there’s someone targeting me, they’re using you to do it.”
Stella nodded solemnly while her fingers twisted in her
robe. She chewed the corner of her mouth before she mumbled, “When do you
leave?”
His thumb swept across her full bottom lip. When her cheek
turned into his palm, his heart caved.
“I’m not leaving, Stella. I will never leave you. I said I
would protect you. And I will.” He leaned closer. “With my last breath.”
Her unflinching stare met his. “I want to protect myself.
Will you show me how?”
A simple request. “Yes,” he nodded. “I’ll teach you.”
She leaned in. “Thank you.”
Temptation ate at him, but he stood and walked to the other
side of the room.
“Go back to sleep, Stella.” He turned off the lights, yanked
his shirt over his head and stretched out on the creaking floor.
“Why are you on the floor?” Her voice wavered.
Graced with superior eyesight, he watched her struggling
with the robe twisted around her body. “My back wouldn’t appreciate sleeping in
that chair and its cooler down here.”
“I can’t see you.” Fear etched her voice.
The mattress squeaked and he heard the soft slap of her feet
on the wooden floor.
“I’m right here.” He touched her smooth foot and circled her
ankle.
She didn’t pull away, but waited until he removed his hand
to climb back onto the futon. She punched her pillow and settled into a
comfortable spot.
“Roman, isn’t the floor hard?”
She sounded like a child asking a question when she already
knew the answer.
“I’ve slept on worse and in worse,” he muttered.
“Umm … the bed is big enough for both of us.”
Did she know she offered him exactly what he wanted and
where he wanted to be? “You’re asking me to sleep with you?”
“I’m offering to share the futon with you,” she corrected.
Standing next to the futon, he whispered, “Why?”
She jumped, her hand stretched out in front of her,
searching for him. “Damn, how can you move that fast? I didn’t hear you.”
“Answer the question. Why?”
“I … can’t let you sleep on the floor.” She scooted over and
waited for him.
He should resist. The many reasons why ticked by, but the
futon creaked as he lay beside her and stilled. Everything he wanted rested
inches away.
“Can you see me?”
“No,” he lied, watching her bite her lip. Slowly, she
relaxed, believing the darkness covered her. He sucked in a sharp breath when
her hand brushed his bare chest.
“Sorry,” but a smile tweaked her lips.
Stella’s words darted through his brain. “No boyfriends,” she
told McCabe. It was too ridiculous to be true. But … could she be a virgin?
“Roman,” she breathed his name and lust raced down his
spine, igniting every nerve ending and wiping his brain clean of every thought,
but one. He caught the belt of her robe and followed it up to the knot. A
finger slipped in and loosened it.
“Yes.” His breath fanned her face. She tilted her chin up at
the perfect angle for his lips to cover hers.
“I’ve never had a man in my home before.”
His finger stopped, and withdrew. What the hell am I
doing? She drugged him with her words, frailty and covered body. He
had to get out of her bed, her apartment, maybe the city, let one of his men
protect her.
She touched him again, ran her palm over his stubbled jaw,
then traced a finger over his eyebrows and down the bridge of his nose. She
played with the shell of his ear until his chest rumbled with suppressed
laughter. Then her fingers found his lips and the laughter stopped.
