Naked
Phoenix Rising
Book One
Alexandra Christian
Genre: Sci-Fi, Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Date of Publication: April 13, 2017
ISBN: 1545383235
ISBN: 978-1545383230
ASIN: B071CRSKV2
Number of pages: 210
Word Count: 70,000
About Phoenix Rising: Naked:
OUT OF THE STACKS
Librarian Phoebe Addison has lived her entire life within a seventy-five mile radius of her small Louisiana town, but when she receives a strange medallion from her adventurous, off-world sister, reality tilts toward the bizarre. Everything Phoe thought she knew is…well, wrong. Dead wrong. But bone-numbing fear has no place in this brave new world—nor by the side of the dangerous, exquisite man who saves her life.
…AND INTO THE FIRE
Following the tragic slaughter of his family, operative Macijah “Cage” St. John understands evil in a way no man ever should. He traded happiness for a magnificent and terrible power, and fate isn’t done with him yet. He wasn’t looking for comfort. He didn’t need tenderness. But today he’ll play hero to a damsel in distress, and his quest will deliver him to the uncanny Martian colony of New London—and his heart to the demure Phoebe Addison. The bookish beauty’s hidden talents and deep abiding love just might save Cage from himself.
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“Hey…” she sighed,
taking the curve of his jaw in the palm of her hand and raising his eyes to
meet hers. “I’m okay. You saved my life. For like… the millionth time.” He didn’t move, so she didn’t pull away,
finally able to observe him. His jaw was set, tense as he stared at her with
those dusky, changeable eyes. But Phoe could feel a tremble there. A fear
lurking underneath that she would never have expected a man like Cage to
possess. “I’m fine.”
“And what in
hell were you doing?” he said, snapping his head up to glare at her. “I told
you to run away and you did exactly the opposite of what I said! You could have
been killed! Or worse, bitten! You just… you don’t understand, Phoe. I’m
supposed to protect you, and I didn’t protect you. I can’t lose another…” His words trailed off. She could tell he
wanted to say more but wouldn’t. She held his gaze, but he looked away, as if
he were hiding some weakness he couldn’t stand for her to see. There was some
trauma lurking there.
“What are you
talking about?” she said. “Help me understand.”
“I can’t,” he
said, pulling back and shaking his head as if to clear it. “I won’t.”
“But why…”
He rolled back
on his heels and rose quickly, his shoulder brushing against the bedside table
and nearly toppling the glass of tea, an uncharacteristically clumsy movement.
“Just leave it alone, Phoe. My demons are my own.” The weakness was gone, and now that
hard-edged, barely contained anger returned. She knew if she pressed him that
he would lash out. She was starting to understand, to be able to read his moods
that had seemed so random and mysterious when they’d first met. There was a
scab, healed over but still burning. “Rest up,” he said, turning to walk away.
“We’ll leave at sunset. Addie has a car.”
Swallowing her
nausea, she threw back the blanket and stumbled out of the bed toward him.
“Wait… Cage…”
He stopped but
didn’t turn.
“Look, I don’t
know what’s happened to you in your past. But we all have demons. Some of us,
more than most people. I get it.” She
lay a hand on his shoulder, feeling the tremble of muscles pulled tight. The
sensation of gentle touch had evidently become a foreign concept, and his first
reaction was to flee. His head turned, staring down at where the cool,
pearlescent flesh of her fingertips rested against him. Such a profile, his
eyes gazing downward and just the faint glisten of a single tear resting just
under his eyelashes. Phoe’s heart broke for him. “You can trust me.”
“I do trust you,
Phoe.” She slid her arm along his
shoulder, and he turned, enveloping her body in a gentle embrace. He brushed a
hand over her brow, smoothing back the stray locks that fell around her face.
Being so close to him, she felt small and skittish. If he loosened his grasp
even just a little, she feared she would retreat. He took her hand, bringing it
to his lips and then pressing her palm against his cheek. Instantly his body
relaxed, as if her touch were some sort of calming drug. Phoebe could actually
feel the tension melting from his embrace. His eyes were full of fire and his breathing
labored. Phoe couldn’t believe that it was her doing this to him. That all of
this was for her. “I don’t trust me,” he went on. She was mesmerized by the
curves of his lips as he spoke and without even realizing, she’d moved closer.
Only a breath between them, and then their lips touched. He kissed her, lightly
at first then more insistent. Phoe was stiff, the sensation so unfamiliar as
his sumptuous mouth caressed her lower lip, worrying it gently, teaching her
what to do. She melted into his embrace, and he teased the crease of her mouth
with the tip of his tongue, coaxing it open before taking possession. Cage
stole her breath and then offered his own. His arms tightened around her waist
as he pulled her in against him, letting his hands rest on her hips as their
kiss went on and on. When he let her go, Phoe stumbled, holding her dizzy head.
A fluttery feeling rose in the pit of her belly, and all she wanted to do was
kiss him again.
Neo-Geisha
Phoenix Rising
Book Two
Alexandra Christian
Genre: Sci-Fi/ Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Date of Publication: October 26, 2017
ISBN:
ASIN: B076DDG8MX
Number of pages: 167 pages
Word Count: 65,500
Reluctant to become a spy again, Macijah "Cage" St. John's instincts prove correct when all hell breaks loose for him and his lady love, Phoebe Addison, who is also his new partner.
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BACK...
Macijah "Cage" St. John' didn't want the spy life anymore. He would have been thrilled to spend every morning lying in the field behind Phoe's home in smalltown Louisiana watching the clouds roll by. But his Miss Addison wanted to spread her wings, literally. So Cage accepted a mission that teamed him up with his lady love. If only he had trusted her.
TO THE FUTURE
Everything about being a spy was a million times more exciting, and scarier, than the books she'd read in her former life as a librarian. When her first mission with Cage turned into a colossal clusterf*ck because he withheld information and kept secrets, Phoebe's world narrowed into a long tunnel of betrayal. Captured by space pirates and delivered to a horrible fate, she wished the last words between them had been of love, because she was certain she would never see Cage St. John again.
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Phoebe stood
there letting the steaming water pour down over her body, wishing it would wash
away the doubt. She didn’t hear the swish of the door opening so when Cage
stepped into the shower behind her she screamed, coming at him with the tiny
penknife she kept on hand at all times.
“Whoa,” he
chuckled, grabbing her wrist. “Calm down. It’s me.” She held firm to the hilt
of the knife for a few seconds before letting him slip it from her grasp.
“You’re all right.”
“Am I?”
He nodded.
“You’re always safe with me, love.”
“Is that a
promise?” She met his gaze, searching for sincerity in it.
“Always.” He
leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead. “You really must stop taking
weapons into the shower. That’s a nasty accident waiting to happen.”
All the pent-up
emotion and stress from the last several weeks bubbled to the surface and she
crumpled against him, her tears mixing with the falling water in a mixture of
relief and fear, exhilaration and uncertainty. “There now, baby. You’re all
right.” He wrapped his arms around her, brushing the matted tendrils away from
her ear and kissing her lightly at the small hollow beneath. It made her feel
small and protected. She craved the strength she felt in the hard muscles
cording through his arms and chest.
“Is it like this
every time?” she sniffled.
He chuckled.
“You get used to it.”
“I didn’t think
you were supposed to be afraid.”
“Where on earth
would you get that idea?” he said. “Fear keeps us on our toes.”
“It didn’t do so
well for me,” she replied, rubbing at her burning eyes. “I fucked up
everything.”
“No you didn’t.
It isn’t anyone’s fault. It just happened.”
“If you hadn’t
been there…” she sniffled. “I’d… I…”
He took her chin
between his fingertips and forced her head up. “You would have figured a way
out. You’re smart and managed to keep your cool. As soon as the antidote took
hold, you were able to shift. That confusion you created saved both our skins.
So no more of this doubt, all right? You need to not worry so much,” he purred,
nudging her back under the spray. The steam was a comfort, wrapping her in a
blanket of humid warmth and she began to relax. “You’re so tense.” He turned
her around brushing his fingertips along her spine.
“You know I’m a
worrier,” she muttered.
“It’s a useless
endeavor, I’m afraid.” His fingers came to rest at the swell of her ass and
began tracing circles at the base of her spine. The callouses at the tips
tickled at her skin and she shivered. He pulled her against him, so close that
she could feel his lips fluttering against the cuff of her ear. “You have to
let that go. Let me help you forget all about the wolves in the dark.”
She leaned back,
luxuriating in the sensation of his hands slip-sliding over her body. Her skin
was slick with the water and the remnants of expensive bath oil. “I think
you’re trying to seduce me, Mr. St. John.”
“Of course I
am,” he replied, pushing her hair away from her neck so that he could feather
gentle kisses under her hairline. “Do you mind?”
“I’ll tell you
when I mind,” she mumbled with a groan as he pinched her fleshy earlobe between
his teeth. She reached back, tangling her fingers in the soft curls at the base
of his skull. They were short, but long enough to wrap around a fingertip and
tug lightly. She could feel his body so close behind her, hard against her
softness. The contrast was so erotic that she was breathless even before his hands
slid over her breasts.
“It isn’t fair,”
she sighed as the blunt edge of his thumbnail slid over her nipple. “To let me
get all clean only to make me dirty again.”
“I’ll gladly scrub anything you have, Miss Addison.”
“I’ll gladly scrub anything you have, Miss Addison.”
Meet the Author:
Alexandra Christian is an author of mostly romance with a speculative slant. Her love of Stephen King and sweet tea has flavored her fiction with a Southern Gothic sensibility that reeks of Spanish moss and deep fried eccentricity. Lexx likes to keep her fingers in lots of different pies having written everything from sci-fi and horror to Sherlock Holmes adventures.
A self-proclaimed “Southern Belle from Hell,” Lexx is a native South Carolinian who lives with an epileptic wiener dog and her husband, author Tally Johnson. Her long-term aspirations are to one day be a best-selling authoress and part-time pinup girl. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America.
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