~ COVER REVEAL with GIVEAWAY and EXCERPT! ~ Resurgence ~ by Sharonlee Holder
Title:
Resurgence
Author: Sharonlee
Holder
Genre: Paranormal
Romance
Cover Designer: Strong Image Editing
Publisher: Changing Tides
Publishing
Blurb:
It’s been a thousand years since
the Fates forced the gods into exile. Now they are preparing for war. A prophesied
weapon is sought by both sides. Eros and the resistance want to use
it to win their freedom, while the Fates seek to find it first and destroy
it. Antara is the Tracker Eros needs, and finds herself drawn into a
world she never knew existed—with feelings she may not be ready
for.
South African, born and bred,
Sharonlee Holder lives in one of the outer suburbs of Johannesburg in Gauteng, South
Africa.Life is a happy and creative jumble of a husband, three grown daughters,
one super cute grand-daughter, three dogs, a cat, and a mouthy African Grey
parrot.Endless hours at the keyboard are supported by copious amounts of frothy
coffee and ‘What ifs?’. Writing breaks are a blend of the big outdoors astride
a motorbike, reading or watching anything and everything to do with fantasy,
romance and the paranormal.
Author
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Twitter: https://twitter.com/SharonleeHolder
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Antara first became aware of the
distant sound of running water. Caught in that Twilight Zone, between dreams
and reality, she found herself transported backwards by a year, and a smile
slipped across her mouth. In about five minutes, she’d be able to hear the
strains of Abba’s “Mamma Mia” in her mother’s warm alto. It was her favourite
shower song. That or “Dancing Queen.” More than once, Tara had teased her
mother for her cheesy choice in music. It only made her sing louder until,
finally, she’d whirl out in a cloud of magnolia-scented steam with a towel
wrapped around her, using her hairbrush as a microphone.
Full wakefulness slung Antara
back to the present when the water shut off and nothing but silence filled her
ears. Sadness and longing welled up, threatening to engulf her. She refused to
give in to it this time and sat up, groaning quietly when her head complained
at the abrupt movement. Satin slid cool against her bare skin and pooled about
her hips. It took a moment before she registered her nudity, and when she did,
Antara snatched the sheets back up over her
breasts.
The darkened room afforded no
clues as to where she might be, and lacked a sense of familiarity that might
have identified it as either her or Hailey’s bedroom. With fear and a
horrendous headache chewing behind her eyes, she battled to find the last thing
she could remember.
Dark, red hair and pale, amber
eyes.
Oh, sweet Jesus. That Murphy guy
had drugged her and brought her to his psycho lair. She was going to end up as
one of those sad women on Cold Case with her body found only years later at the
bottom of a mine shaft.
Before she’d managed to
formulate a plan of escape, a bright rectangle of light opened up to the side
of her. Silhouetted within its frame was a heavily built male figure. For a
split second, she could have sworn she saw wings. That must have been some
seriously good shit she’d been drugged
with.
“You’re awake.”
The moment he spoke, she knew
who it was. Sin and whisky purred across the air and tickled at her senses,
spreading warmth between her thighs.
Clutching
the sheet tighter against herself, Antara glared into the dark where she
thought she’d seen him go. “Where are my clothes?”
“You were burning up; I had to
cool you down.”
There must have been a dimmer
switch nearby, for the darkness lifted a little and was replaced by a soft,
buttery light. Antara swallowed her tongue when she caught sight of
Ross.
Wearing only a towel wrapped
around his lean hips, he presented a veritable feast of male flesh. Hard packed
muscle and sinew overlaid by rich golden skin that rippled as he moved. Either
he sunbathed starkers, or what she had thought was a tan on his forearms and
face were simply his natural colouring. A spattering of smooth, black hair
dusted his chest and appeared again at his navel where it formed a tempting
downward strip. A path she’d happily follow under other circumstances.
Flustered, Antara dragged her gaze upward to the tattoo inked across his left
pec. An unusual design, it consisted of a knotted heart woven through with an
infinity symbol in a continuous
loop.
“You done?” he asked, cocking a
brow in sly amusement. “I can drop the towel if you
like?”
Having been staring at the
enticing slash of pelvic muscles that dove under the very item he was offering
to discard, Antara blushed. Jerking her attention straight ahead, she caught
sight of herself in the mirrored doors opposite the bed. She cast a
surreptitious glance upward. No tacky mirrors on the ceiling. A tiny point in
his favour. She swung her attention back in his direction. He was on the move
again, prowling toward the bed with the air of a
predator.
Oh dear God, yes, please! Wait,
no! What the hell was she thinking? She didn’t know him from a bar of soap.
Sure, he smelled amazing, and she couldn’t deny the way her body responded to
his presence, but she wasn’t the girl that screwed strangers. She had more
self-respect than that. Summoning her backbone, Antara narrowed a quelling look
at him. “Don’t you dare come another step
closer.”
He paused and tilted his head to
one side in the manner of a dog hearing a strange sound. Then, he lunged at her
and threw himself across the bed like a rugby player, diving over the try
line.
A millisecond later, before she
had a chance to process shock, the Adam’s Family theme song started
up.
“Hey! That’s my phone!” She
tried to grab it from his hand, but he was quicker and rolled away with it,
leaving his towel behind and taking her sheet with him when it became tangled
around his legs.
Left completely naked, they
stared at each other for a few seconds. Shit got weird when his eyes flared an
unearthly blue and he shuddered.
“You need to go. Now.” His voice
rolled like thunder, and his body had gone as taut as a
bow.
“Go where, exactly?” Clamping an
arm across her breasts and covering her sex with her other hand, Antara
scrambled awkwardly off the bed. “I don’t even know where the bloody hell I am!
And while we’re at it, how dare you undress me while I’m passed out, you sick
pervert.”
Ross dropped his chin and
considered her from under the ledge of jet black eyebrows. A veritable heat
wave rolled off of him, shimmering the air, caressing across her skin.
“Antara…”
A throbbing feral growl
underscored the seductive way he said her name. Crushed velvet and satin. She
was sure it was meant to be some sort of warning, but found she couldn’t move.
Didn’t want to move.
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