
| Sent to Atlantic City to retrieve an ancient artifact vital to the future of his clan, gargoyle Remy Rocher meets sexy selkie Marina Bell and ends up getting shot for his efforts. Now he has to find the chalice and keep Marina and himself alive—all while dealing with the hottest sex of his life and emotions that scare him more than evil wizards or mobsters with guns Excerpt: “Excuse me, miss.” The voice sent shivers down her spine, which was weird. It was deep and carried the faintest trace of an accent. “Does the shop carry any actual antiques?” She turned from where she’d been stocking paperbacks toward the home décor area. Most of it was cheesy souvenirs, but since the casino had an Arthurian theme there were a few fake chalices and some half-decent dragon sculptures in the glass cases along the wall. “Not this shop,” she offered with the polite mix of apology and condescension she’d mastered working in retail. The tone was her first line of defense against the would-be Lotharios. Then she got a good look at the guy and wondered if maybe she needed to revisit her “no fucking the customers” policy. It took all of her willpower to close her mouth and avoid drooling on the books in her hand. He was tall, towering several inches over the six-foot display stand he was leaning against. He was also broad, with the toned, broad shouldered and narrow-waisted body of a football player or professional bodyguard. His pale blond hair was long, reaching to the middle of his shoulder blades and confined in a neat ponytail by a leather thong. A plain gray T-shirt molded to his chest like a second skin. When he flashed her a boyish grin, she practically melted into a puddle on the spot. “This shop?” She shook her head. It was the only way she could tear her eyes from that intense slate-gray gaze. “Upstairs. There’s a high-end home décor shop on the third level. They carry a few real antiques.” “Thank you.” His odd, slate gray eyes flicked to her name tag. “Mari. Do you know if they’re open in the evening?” He even pronounced her name right—MAHR-ee, not Mary. She shook her head again. “Not this late. They close at nine.” He checked his watch, realized it was after ten and swore in French. Then he turned back to her with a smile that made her nipples stand up and beg and her pussy start to weep. What was it about this guy? She hadn’t reacted to a man like this in years, especially not a human. Mari swallowed hard. “Sorry.” He rolled his eyes in a wryly apologetic manner. “Of course I realize that it isn’t your fault. I was simply hoping to pick up—a gift—this evening if possible.” She forced herself to smile back. He was actually the most courteous customer she’d had all week, and that included the busload of nuns from Pittsburgh. “No problem. Sorry I couldn’t be of more help.” She watched his incredible ass as he left the shop and sighed with regret. He hadn’t even attempted to make a pass at her. Just her luck, the one guy she might have said yes to wasn’t interested. |

Available NOW from Ellora's Cave This is a stand-alone sequel to "Stone and Earth," which was released as a Garnet Jewels of the Nile Quickie in January 2008. |