Amethyst Eyes
ISBN: 978-1-59632-701-6
Genre: Polyamorous Paranormal
Length: Novella
Dive Master Ansling Carr is very happy with the new life she’s made for herself: Until she starts having dreams of two very sexy men loving each other. They want her to join them in a triad, where their sexual energy will locate, and retrieve, a stone that helps hold an evil witch captive in a pentagram.
Ansling, who has long fought her gift of seeing, quickly realizes these men are her soul mates. They make her body tingle with their touch, and awaken powers inside her that she thought would never be used for good.
Together, they will battle an evil witch sent to protect the stone, and recharge their bodies — and souls — with hot bonding sex that makes them more powerful than ever.
Excerpt
“You know Kellen, I think I’ve figured you out. Your outside’s like sandpaper, but your insides are like, I don’t know, marshmallows.”
“Marshmallows?” He stopped, turned slowly and shot her an evil glare. “How did you come to that conclusion?”
“Well, you’re gruff, and you try to come across like nothing bothers you. But you’re soft inside. I didn’t think so at first, but watching you with those snakes made me think otherwise. You didn’t like the idea I was scared. It bothered you. Soft inside.”
“Humph. Next time I’ll let them bite you. Then we’ll see if I’m still a marshmallow.”
“Yes, you are.” She stepped closer and went up on her tiptoes. “A six foot tall pile of sugar encased in sandpaper.”
She saw a smile crinkle at the side of his mouth and quickly disappear.
“Six-two.”
“Excuse me. Next time I’ll bring a tape measure.”
Tobias stepped up and put his outstretched arms between them. “Am I going to have to buy a bell?”
“What?” Ansling shook her head in confusion.
“You know. Ding-ding, ‘the fighters need to go to their separate corners’ type of bell?”
“We’re not fighting,” she replied. “We’re discussing.”
“Right. That’s why Kellen looks like he could touch a kettle and set it to boil.”
“He could probably do that anyway.”
“You’re right, I can.” He took off down the path, muttering to himself. She heard the word “marshmallow,” followed by a grunt, and she laughed.
Tobias put his arm around her shoulder and they started after him. “If he’s a marshmallow, then what am I?”
“Chocolate. Smooth and creamy.”
“Hmm, you’re talking about those gooey things, aren’t you? Chocolate and marshmallows and crackers.”
“Graham crackers. You heat the marshmallow, and wrap the chocolate and cracker around it. Very tasty.”
“I’m sure. But if he’s the inside, and I’m the chocolate, that would make you the cracker. I think it’s backward, because you’re in the middle, really. So, technically, he’s not a marshmallow. You are.”
“It was just an analogy. He’s so serious all the time, and back there, I saw just a crack in his armor.”
“Kellen doesn’t crack, Ansling.”
“Why is that?”
Tobias stopped and turned her toward him. “He’s experienced some things that made him hard.”
“What things?”
“Don’t.” He caressed her face.
“Why not? You guys know about my horrible mother.”
“Because it’s not my story to tell. If Kellen chooses to share, then he will. But I won’t betray him, not even with you. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. I like the idea that you’re keeping his secrets. It shows great honor.” They started to walk again. “So, what about you?”
“Me? Very boring. Very normal. A mother and father who love me, two brothers and a sister, all of us nice, light-hearted witches who go about the countryside spreading faerie dust.”
“Faerie dust?”
“Again, an analogy.” He laughed softly. “I don’t have a ready supply of faerie dust.”
“And the stone thing? Did you always know that you would be involved with it?”
“Yes. Each stone has a set of guardians. My family is part of that set, and I knew I would play a pivotal role.”
“Kellen’s family, too?”
“No. I recruited him when we fell in love.”
“Do I get to hear that story?”
“Yes, we’ll tell you that one.” When they were in sight of the bungalow, he stopped to kiss her, his fingers light on her cheeks. The sound of Kellen clearing his throat broke the kiss.
“I hate to interrupt your tender moment, but we have things to do. We need to fuck, and then figure out a way to kill the evil wizard. Or have you forgotten?”
“And the seduction continues,” Ansling said, starting to walk toward him. “I know hearing the words ‘we need to fuck’ always puts me in the mood for lovemaking.”
She screamed when Kellen lifted her over his shoulder and took off down the path toward the waterfall. She beat against his back to no avail, then called out for Tobias to help her.
“You brought this on yourself,” he said with a laugh as he walked behind them. “I can’t help you now.”
She gave him one last slap on the back, trying to reach down for his behind, and missing. When the sounds of the waterfall hit her ears she renewed her struggles.
“Put me down.”
“We’ll see who’s a marshmallow.” He hefted her through the air as if she were a toothpick, throwing her backward so that she landed in the pond. She went under, and came up sputtering.
“Strip.” Kellen stood at the side of the pond, his hands on his hips. When Tobias came up next to him, he grabbed the front of his wetsuit and pulled their faces close together. “You, too.”