Touch of the Fire God [Scions of the Ankh 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free

Touch of the Fire God [Scions of the Ankh 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)
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arm, and Rene nodded graciously before walking again. “This is the last leg of the trip, so to speak. We should arrive in Cairo in about four hours.”
    Rene silently breathed a sigh of relief. She just wanted to get this over with, and she had a nagging suspicion that her life was about to change. If there was one thing Rene hated, it was unwelcome surprises.
     
    * * * *
     
    He grumbled his pleasure. The old human woman had served him well, and he would make sure she would remember none of it. The old woman was merely a means to an end. His love now had his gift in her possession. Through the enchanted charm, he could feel her heartbeat, smell her skin. So close. He felt her soul’s presence. Soon he would awake. How long had it been since he was last awake? Time went on, and then it didn’t.
    No matter, the spell would fully wake him. She would no longer be a torturous sweet memory. She was coming back to him, and he had every intention of never letting her go ...

Chapter 3
     
    Jet lag claimed her as soon as she stepped onto the plane. Rene had slept a lot this trip, so she had no idea why she was so tired. She might consider slowing down her workload a bit.
    Jonathan made sure she was covered in the cashmere blanket before he settled with a tray on his lap and began to immerse himself in paperwork. When she fell asleep, it was quick and deep.
     
    * * * *
     
    “You’ve come back to me,” he said, his deep voice vibrating through her very soul. She had no idea where she was, but it was beautiful. Pillows of every color, every shade, and created from every expensive cloth known to man surrounded the room. Scented candles burned in sconces of pure gold that adorned the walls.
    Wherever she was, night was falling, for the large picturesque window displayed the purple and pink remnants of a spectacular setting. Then he stepped out of the shadows, like a predator, silently, with the most dangerous look Rene had ever laid eyes upon. Long pure white hair shimmered; it looked as soft and silky as the strands found in corn. It swayed gently about his waist while he stalked her. The corners of his mouth dug up in a dimpled, slight smile. Pale gray, stormy eyes sighted her and held her immobile. Blond eyebrows, perfectly made, perfectly placed, would have been feminine on any other man, but not this one. It made him appear more masculine, beautiful, and frightfully dangerous.
    “Do I know you?” she asked breathily. Her hand unconsciously fluttered to her throat as she wrapped the other arm around herself, trying to find comfort in an atmosphere that reeked of tension.
    “Better than anyone, zenj’a ,” he responded, slowly circling her and watching her intently.
    Rene looked around. Was she dreaming? It sure didn’t feel like it. Everything felt real, smelled real. Her wide, dark eyes scanned the room. Nothing was familiar, but something was nagging at her, something desperately trying to be remembered.
    “Do you know this place?” he asked, gently now, as he came closer to her, no longer stalking but seeming to go in for the kill. Rene began to step back slowly, trying to keep her composure.
    “I don’t think so” she faltered. Her heart began to beat an erratic tattoo against her chest, threatening to burst through. She looked down just to see if her heart indeed was about to burst forth when another shock hit her.
    She was draped in a tunic-style dress made from the softest linen she had ever felt. The cloth split at the very top of her thighs, and her long brown leg stuck out seductively. She gasped in surprise.
    “I find it just as breathtaking,” he whispered in her ear.
    Rene jumped, having neither heard nor seen his approach. He closed in on her, and she backed up until a smooth marble pillar hindered her escape. He stopped, his well-muscled chest just a centimeter short of touching her.
    “I find your arousal intoxicating, zenj’a.” His strong hands ran lightly up and down her arms, leaving fire
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