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RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. :: * * * E-BOOKS :: MASTER OF THE ELEMENTS - ALICE GAINES (e-Book)
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MASTER OF THE ELEMENTS by Alice GainesCopyright © ALICE GAINES, 2007 All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. REVIEWS: "The author's telling of this tale is both lyrical and descriptive and while her story is filled with erotic scenes, it's bound together with very real emotion. The characterization was incredible and the story's pacing and plot flowed so well that time seemed lost in the reading of it. This story engaged me in a way that left me longing for more. Don't miss this gem of a story that solidly launches the Red Sage line of ebooks and pledges to readers that there are many more wonderful stories to come." ~~The Romance Studio gives Master of the Elements by Alice Gaines 4.5 Hearts! Coffee Time Romance says it's "a tale of sacrifice and selflessness." "The characters tell you their story quickly and straight to the point. The book is full of Passion and Romance that keeps the reader entertained throughout. Ms. Gaines has written another great story." ~~Coffee Time Romance To My Reader: When I saw the picture of the neo-Gothic castle on the Black Sea, I knew I had to set a story there. When I thought up the idea of an immortal Master of the Elements, I knew I’d have to give him a woman brave enough to stand up to him. Luckily, Elsbeth volunteered. EXCERPT FROM MASTER OF THE ELEMENTS: “Don’t question me. Do it.” She nodded and obeyed. How odd to sit on the lap of someone who might end her life. She’d crawled into her father’s lap as a child, and now she sat on the knee of a man who seemed no more than a mask, robes, and a hand. The hand in question poured some liquid from a pitcher into a tiny glass and handed it to her. “Drink this.” She tasted it and found it sweet. Some sort of fortified wine with the scent of flowers. She drank the rest and handed him the glass. As he set it aside, a rush of warmth coursed through her. Pleasant, it made her limbs feel heavy. Her vision blurred, but her other senses came to life. The smell of the oil burning in the torches, the distant sound of waves crashing outside. Even the master’s breathing, which had become labored. Her own heart hammered in her chest, and her skin tingled. Especially at her breasts and the spot between her legs. Her body craved something. It grew restless and hot, but for what? When his hand went beneath her skirts and found the skin of her calf, she had her answer. She needed his touch. His fingers could make her complete. She sighed and closed her eyes, the better to enjoy the feel of his hand against her skin. Slowly, he moved higher up her leg to her knee and above. When the stone of his ring grazed the other thigh, she let her legs fall apart. At home, she’d never have allowed a touch so intimate. Such a caress would have mortified her. The heat that now burned her cheeks had nothing to do with embarrassment. It took her back to dreams she’d forgotten — images she hadn’t understood. Dark and sinful and delicious. And always accompanied by an ache between her legs. She throbbed now. He’d drugged the wine, and she ought to be frightened. Instead, every bit of her mind and body focused on the path of fire he was laying now over her upper thigh. Close, so close. When he finally touched her, she gasped with shock and pleasure. Her hips jerked, pressing her harder against his hand. “Hot,” he murmured, his voice husky. Strange, but somehow touching her had moved him, as well. His breath came faster, as did hers. Somehow, they’d formed a connection, and he’d caught her fever. With no suitors, she’d never learned much about what went on between men and women. Some part of a man’s body would get hard, and then he’d put it inside his wife. The master would do that with her now. He had the right. ABOUT THE AUTHOR ALICE GAINES Alice Gaines loves the fantastic and the ultra-sensual. Writing gives her the opportunity to combine these two pleasures. Besides spinning tales in her head, Alice’s passions include vegetable gardening, the San Francisco 49ers, and America’s Test Kitchen. Alice has a Ph.D. in psychology from the University of California at Berkeley and lives in Oakland, California with her two pet corn snakes, Casper and Sheikh Yerbouti. Feel free to e-mail Alice at algaines@pacbell.net. ______________________________________________________________________________________________ RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. © 2007 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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