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Books by Faye Fleming - Paranormal Romance Writer
Home  Go Back to Main Home Page    If page loads too slowly click on your refresh button  ~Scroll down near the bottom for a peak at Forbidden ~  Temporarily Unavailable...Undergoing a face lift! so sorry Welcome to my site! FORBIDDEN is temperarily unavailable. We should be up and running again by December 2008. Forbidden will no longer be printed with the original cover. Until then, check out my other books! Click on Faye Books. Check back soon for further updates on Forbidden. We are sorry for any inconvenience.   A power few knew, a legend nearly forgotten. A love that would last throughout the sands of time. A`kira Jewel MacGregor had been driven nearly mad by the haunting dreams of her Scottish laird of long ago. The truth had been deliberately withheld from her. A past she had long forgotten. A lover that would not let her go. A longing never satisfied haunted her mercilessly. Together with cousin Lily their destinies unfold as Lily pursues her acting career in Europe. Jewel secretly seeks out the godlike Highlander of her dreams, in hopes of at least saving her sanity. What if...when we were born, we carried with us more than just our ancestors genetic make up, what if........  Prologue His lips were warm and tantalizing. Jewel parted her lips and received his kisses as though she had done it a million times. As his tongue searched her mouth, his kisses delighted her in places she had forgotten until now. A force stronger and higher than them both had brought them to this. And Jewel didn’t want to fight it, she didn’t want it to end. His hand slid just beneath her breast, fondling her nipple. He was causing her to be aware of every inch of her body. Even had she wanted to, she couldn’t fight it, her body would have betrayed her. Her nipples swelled to his touch begging his mouth to taste them. Her flesh was burning for him. Her robe was now only hanging about her waist. He tasted one breast and then the other, Finally picking her up, carrying her to the bed. Standing in front of her now, eyes squinting slightly, lust burned within him as he devoured her with his eyes. His intentions obvious. Jewel shivered in anticipation. He reached to untie the cloth belt that held her robe about her waist, gently laying it aside. “My God! Woman, y’er so fine. I remembered yer beauty, I’m in awe of it still.” Erik began to unbutton the tiny buttons to his soft white shirt and soon stood exposing a dark, rock hard chest with little dark curls lightly spread across it, his broad bronzed shoulders complimenting a small waist and hips, washboard abs that trailed beneath his trousers. Quite a spectacular form, of the male species. She was thinking. With one swift pull, his trousers hit the floor. There standing before Jewel was what looked to her like a Greek God. All bronzed from the sun, his dark hair now damp from perspiration hanging in ringlets about his face and neck reaching nearly to his waist. Wearing nothing, except a big flashing white smile, and a talisman just like hers. She doubted a Greek God could even look this good. Erik crawled upon Jewel with the grace of a panther, not allowing his weight to press down on her. Looking into her eyes and she into his, without words they spoke volumes. He kissed her eyes, and then her nose, softly he brushed his lips across her cheek, she could feel his warm breath nearing her ear. His tongue flicked inside it teasingly as he whispered. “Say ye are mine Jewels.” Then nipping at her earlobe and neck ever so lightly with his teeth. He whispered it again. “Jewels – tell me ye are mine.” When she did not answer him. He looked into her eyes saying, “We two were bound for all eternity before God, our pact was made long ago. The contract sealed with blood. You are flesh of my flesh, we share the same soul you and I. Or have you forgotten?” Jewel could only stare back at him. She truly did not remember the things he spoke of. Infact, she was trying not to think at all. Lost in the heat of a passion like none she had ever known. “Well then, perhaps I should remind ye.” Erik said, grinning sheepishly. He began again, placing hot sensuous kisses on her neck, his hands slowly tracing every curve and valley of her body. His kisses were liquid fire, trailing there way ever so slowly downward...  Hello I'm Faye Fleming Author of FORBIDDEN Thank you for visiting my site & I hope you like my book. Faye is of Irish origin, however she has spent most of her life in America near the Lake Cumberland in Kentucky. Faye is a very private person and now has a home nestled in the woodlands overlooking the Floyds Fork near Louisville Kentucky. But don't be surprised if you look up and spot her in knee boots & trousers hiking about in the Highlands of Scotland or near the seashores of Ireland! She is a border line recluse by nature...but has an imagination that never quits...in fact her imagination has been known to get her into a wee bit of trouble from time to time. But makes for an interesting life! |
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