Phoenix Under Fire {Anna Albergucci}

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How far would you go to protect your heart’s desire?

PHOENIX UNDER FIRE

Lovers entwine and old friends collide as Devon and Elz begin life anew in nineteenth-century England. Gone is the jaded man his family feared would never love, never marry. In his place stands a man completely enamored with and vastly protective of the captivating beauty he keeps on his arm. Elz adapts well to life at Wedlove, relieved that their enemy is left behind in modern-day Boston.

Danger, however, lurks in every corner, and Devon may find his most challenging adversary yet in the guise of a childhood friend, one who is incredibly strong and cunning . . . one with a dark secret of his own.

Meanwhile, Devon’s warning to Jarrett manifests when Devon’s younger brother challenges Jarrett for Jaymi’s affection. Jaymi is torn between the gallant, handsome man who would offer her the world, and the reckless one who lingers in every waking thought. Will she seek a new life with a new love, or will Jarrett refuse to let her go?

The Phoenix Degree continues . . .

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***MATURE CONTENT, SITUATIONS, and LANGUAGE***

Excerpt

Elz

Symond Grayson is staring at me like I’m his next meal.

“You know, Miss Bainbridge, I normally would not express intimate feelings in this manner, but things will be different with you and me, so I’ll be frank. I marvel at how only fifteen minutes ago I hadn’t the first knowledge of your existence, and now you consume my every thought and emotion. I want you. But to my astonishment, so does he who is inside me. He wants you as badly as I do, thus weakening my usual strong resistance and self-control against him. I will also admit it scares the hell out of me—I don’t know what I might do to you. But in the same right, I imagine what that might be, and it stirs me greatly.”

My heart is pounding. I bite back my fear and remain silent at his confession. What the hell is inside him?

Tension draws his face, and he says, “I know I should turn and get out of here, but alas, I’ve waited too long, and it is beyond my ability. I must have relief for my tortured body. I want to mate you…no, I have to mate you…now.”

“What?” I’m stunned that this nineteenth-century duke just voiced such a thing to me. I glance up and down the empty corridor.

“It’s true, Miss Bainbridge, believe me.” He squeezes his eyes closed and swallows.

His emotions seem to be caught in a sudden landslide and he snaps. His eyes pop open and their silver color blazes white.

Unable to pull my gaze from his, I see something else there—his anguished expression looks as though he’s apologizing.

I’m scared to death.

Meet Symond, Devon, and Elz. You know you want to!


About the Author:

Annaauthorpic 008_2Anna Albergucci has always had a vivid imagination. When she was a child, she entertained her mother and anyone who would listen with the telling of her intricate dreams. Now she puts that inspiration to paper, weaving her stories into deeply passionate characters that live lives the rest of us only dream about.

Married to her high school sweetheart, Anna lives in Texas surrounded by her ever-growing family and her fur babies. She serves as president of Cisco Writers Club, and is the founder of a yearly writers’ retreat she hosts at her estate each fall.

She loves mornings, coffee, and sitting on the porch appreciating her life. She’s a sucker for hosting parties, especially historical costume parties. And in her spare time you can find her touring old mansions, shopping for antiques, or curled up reading a romance, paranormal, or thriller, whether historical or contemporary.

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