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Category: Erotica/Historical Fiction
Description: Five years have passed since a fire ravaged Erik du Sable's home. Presumed dead, he's lived alone with his servant Marcus, masked by a new identity. In the ashes he left his former life and the Spanish beauty he loved, Kasare, a woman he wants back. Fearing that the unknown person who destroyed his home and nearly killed him will go after her, Erik has allowed Kasare to believe he's dead... But the years have turned him into a restless phantom. Kasare Montez never forgot her lover, the handsome French-Norwegian whose body was never recovered from his gutted home. When an invitation arrives for a masquerade party, one to be held on what would have been the date of she and Erik's engagement party, she can't possibly accept, especially not with the man who's been courting her, the attractive Jean Luc Honore. One night could mean betrayal to Erik's memory or moving on with her life... Or it could very well be her death. Genres: Historical / Menage / Group / Voyeurism / Exhibitionism / Public Places
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: June 2008

6 Reader Ratings:

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [157 KB]
Words: 33526
Reading time: 95-134 min.

"5 NYMPHS! ... Gabrina Garza had created a wonderful period novel ... Each character is so uniquely different, but they all mesh well together ... The book takes hold of the reader in a sweet embrace, refusing to let go until the final word is read. Gabrina has delivered a plot and setting that are perfectly aligned and packed with suspense and mayhem. Then she laces in sexually stimulating scenes that are toe-curling at the very least. I was thoroughly pleased...and look forward to reading future books from this talented author."--Scandalous Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews

"4 HEARTS! ... This is a very exciting story. A story of lost love found, and the pain of possibly losing it again. The plot is well done and the characters are alive and vibrant. Erik is a dark, brooding, tortured hero and Kasare has always loved him, in spite of everything...This is also a very erotic story with voyeurism, exhibitionism, menage and sex in public places. There is a bit of men on men sex too. But, Gabrina Garza has blended all these elements into a historical romance and makes it all quite believable. It's a great read and I for one enjoyed it a lot. Sexual tension is high throughout and the danger to the heroine and hero kept me on the edge of my seat."--Valerie, Love Romances And More

"4 HEARTS! ... Ms. Garza has penned an intriguing tale rich with emotion ... a well-written story ... unpredictable. The characters were engrossing and the author created a bond between hero and heroine that was strong and believable. It gave the more suspenseful scenes even more tension and importance. The sensual scenes were satisfying and well done, only serving to enhance the love between the characters. The historical setting was nicely written and unobtrusive, the pacing of the story was even. A very entertaining read, particularly for fans of historical romance."--Cameron Foster, The Romance Studio

He strolled along the edge of the balcony, his broad shoulders skimming past several potted plants. The air smelled faintly of lavender, roses, and the fresh scent of cut grass. Lulled by the atmosphere, she turned and fingered a rose bud that hadn't yet bloomed. It had always seemed ironic that velvety soft petals grew in such close proximity to thorns.

"Would you share a toast with me, señorita?"

Intrigued, she took a step forward and accepted the glass of white wine. "What shall we toast?"

He studied her a moment, and she wished she could have seen the rest of his face. The attraction she felt to him seemed foolish--she'd barely spoken to him and she didn't know what he looked like. She reacted to more than his appearance, however. His touch, the way he moved with her became a sensual dance she wanted to carry from the floor to his bedroom.

"To unexpected meetings," he said at last, his voice low and gravelly. "That we find welcome."

Her belly tightened as their glasses clinked together. She took a small sip, already dizzy and warm from dancing and their private meeting. When she lowered her glass, she found him closer to her, the heat of his body a shield against the night.

Neither of them spoke, but the intensity of his gaze filled her. She waited in hope he would close the meager space between them and whisper in her ear. More than anything she wanted to smell the wine on his breath, feel the moist heat of his words as he suggested they return inside. Every inch of her craved him, this masked man she knew nothing about.

With a single, gloved finger he tilted up her chin and turned his head to the side. Her breath hitched, anticipation burning through her nerves.

"What would the queen of the jungle command of her king?" he murmured.

Assuming her role as huntress, she stepped forward and pressed her hands to his chest. With fierce, unyielding hunger he closed his mouth over hers and kissed her, no sense of innocence to him at all. One broad hand snaked around her while they both fumbled to place their glasses on the stone edge of the balcony. Just as she released her glass, he pulled her to him, held her against his hard chest and firm, flat belly. Their paper masks scraped against one another, but she didn't care. He tasted sweet from the wine, while his own masculine flavor tasted slightly bitter.

She'd forgotten the shock and excitement of kissing a stranger, the rush that traveled like a tornado down her spine. Her toes curled in her shoes, though she felt as though she'd been here with him before. Déjà vu the French called it, though this was more vivid than anything else she'd experienced before.

Rather than feign innocence and demur, she melted into him, explored his mouth with the same fervent need with which he licked the roof of her mouth and nibbled her bottom lip.

"Oh," she groaned, inhaling his breath, filling her lungs with him.

Their foreheads touched behind paper masks, gloved hands trailed down the curves of spines. A name played on her lips, and she froze in his grasp.