Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Courtney Breazile
Word Count :67000
Publication Date :2010-08-18
Series : Immortal Council#3
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-603-7
After running out on Rina, his declared mate, Lucas shows up years later with an invitation to The Council of Immortals. He needs her to represent the mermaid species on the council, for very personal reasons. Rina never wants to see Lucas again. He chose his sister and his clan over her. She definitely has no interest in being on a council of any kind with him, and she is more than happy to shoot him down while showing off her love-free self, even if it has to be gained through magical persuasion. When her sister is kidnapped by a psychotic wizard creating a deadly scavenger hunt, pitting all immortal species against one another, she knows her best chance of saving her is with the help of The Council of Immortals. Can she keep her love hidden from Lucas long enough to save her sister? Or will the song of love that she has been hiding burst forth and ruin everything?
Rina stood staring at the door, assessing her feelings. Lucas was on the other side of that door, she could feel it, but did she want to sing? No, I don't. The thought fortified her and she lifted her hand to knock, but the door swung open before her hand descended. Lucas stood there, a glamour shimmering around him very similar to the one he had been using when she had seen him outside the shop--a buffed up beach boy with tanned skin and bulging muscles. In reality, he was tall and lean with shimmering pale skin. He wore a pair of low-slung jeans and no shirt, revealing a delicious amount of hairless skin and two enticing brown nipples. His long white hair was braided down his back, leaving his pointed ears to stand out considerably.
An unbidden memory of nipping and licking those lovely points popped into her mind. She quickly tamped down on the titillating memory and moved her gaze to his mouth. His lips showed the slightest hint of uplifting at the corners, a major show of emotion for any elf. The annoyance of that thought gave her the strength to look into his eyes, big mistake. She almost lost herself in the swirling brown pools. Thankfully Rive chose then to gently kick her foot. Rina moved her gaze down to his slightly pointed chin, much safer.
"I'm here. Are you going to make me stand in the hall or what?" Rina was proud of her strong confidant voice in spite of her whirring emotions. She could feel them trying to assimilate, but they kept getting scrambled, blocked both by Acquanetta's persuasion and her own determination.
"Of course, won't you come in?" Lucas stepped back so all three could enter his room, "I had hoped to speak with you in private."
"Right, like that was going to happen," Rive said as she passed into the room.
"I don't keep things from my mersisters," Rina said. Then just because it felt good to point out, she added, "My mersisters care only about what makes me happy, and who. So I don't need to keep secrets."
"Really, so I guess that means Brook knows you are here and approves?"
Rina bristled at the comment and she saw his blank face change slightly with satisfaction. "I'm here, what did you need to say to me that was so important it couldn't be relayed through one of my mersisters?" Rina watched his face carefully, searching for the slightest change in his expression to indicate his thoughts and feelings. Nothing. His was a frustrating race and time had changed nothing. How was she supposed to enjoy showing him she didn't love him anymore if he didn't express his misery over the fact, or at least surprise?
Lucas had dropped his glamour once the door was shut, no use hiding in here. So now there was nothing to get in the way of her appreciative, hungry perusal of his body. Damn, I have to keep my thoughts straight. But it was harder than she thought it would be. She wasn't feeling love for him, but still felt attracted to him. She just hoped she didn't have easy lay written across her expressive face. If the situation weren't so complicated, she would be dragging him to that bed right now, tearing his clothes off with her teeth and licking every inch of his delicious body.
Rina bit her lip to keep the groan of desire from escaping. She could do nothing for the wetness she felt between her thighs. Lucas's eyes widened and she knew he was smelling her arousal. Damn his immortal senses. One thing she could count on, she hoped, was he had always been a gentleman. He would never embarrass her by bringing up her obvious desire for him.