Alexis Morgan's sizzling paranormal Paladin series continues with a courageous female warrior who can't resist the man of her dreams -- even if he is her sworn enemy....
A fiercely beautiful female leader from the Other world, Lusahn q'Arc can't forget the Paladin warrior she met in battle -- his chiseled body and piercing, thoughtful eyes still haunt her dreams. While investigating the smuggling of the mysterious blue stones used to light her shadowy world, Lusahn receives word that her missing brother, Barak, is alive -- and working with the Paladins. Although angry at his betrayal, she arranges to meet him. But at the appointed time it is not Barak who arrives, but Cullen Finley -- the enemy warrior who torments her memory.
Intense attraction immediately burns between Lusahn and Cullen despite their rival loyalties, and they can't help surrendering to passion. Their time together is limited, though, for soon Cullen must return to his own world -- with or without Lusahn. But when carefully laid plans go awry, together they must fight to keep their forbidden romance a secret -- and keep each other alive.
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November 26, 2007
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Excerpt from Redeemed in Darkness by Alexis Morgan
The barrier shimmered and stretched thin, its beautiful cascade of color giving way to streaks of sickly light. Lusahn shared her brother Barak's ability to read the barrier's moods and knew it would fail soon. Very soon.
She drew her sword, its familiar weight grounding her against the emotions threatening to shatter her control: anger, grief, and a deep sense of betrayal that made her blood boil.
Barak was alive.
Alive, but living and thriving among the enemy. The evidence of his treason was a note he'd written and tossed across from the enemy world into hers. By the laws of her people, he was condemned, only awaiting the swing of a sword to carry out the execution. Her sword, her duty. Her brother.
She closed her eyes.
She had grieved over him when he'd sought out the light of the other world, knowing that it meant certain death at the hands of Earth's warrior clan. Yet as she'd mourned his passing, she'd at least understood it.
Glaring at the note in her hand, she once again read Barak's angular scrawl, asking for a brief meeting at an appointed time, asking that she cooperate with the enemy for the sake of both of their worlds.
He had to know that she would be waiting for him, sword in hand. Her first duty as a Sworn Guardian was to protect their people, even from themselves. And with their parents both gone, defending the family honor was her duty. At least they'd been spared knowing of their son's treason. No matter what pressures had driven him into the light, she would not, could not, forgive a betrayal of this magnitude.
Barak had been considered truly blessed in their world because of his affinity with not just the blue jewels that gave them light, but with stones of all kinds. A gift as strong as his came along perhaps once in a generation. How could he live among the enemy, when his own world needed him so badly? When she needed him? What had he found in that strange place of light that had ensnared him?
In her mind, she saw the warrior whom she'd fought on her single crossing into the light. She and the three members of her Blade had followed the trail of stolen blue jewels across the barrier with the intent of dragging the thieves back to stand trial for their crimes. Unfortunately, the Paladin warriors had already executed the traitors.
She and her Blade had hoped to return to their world without incident, but they'd run into two of the enemy at the edge of the barrier. She'd signaled her Blade to occupy the green-eyed devil while she took on his companion.
Even now she could remember the power with which her opponent had fought. With his dark eyes blazing, he'd dazzled her with his sleek moves. His bigger friend fought her Blade with brute strength and muscle, but this one had danced with lethal grace and beauty.
Her warrior heart had admired his skill; her woman's body had admired him on a whole different level. More often than she cared to admit, the human had revisited her in dreams. She shook her head. Now was not the time for such thoughts.
The barrier flickered again, almost but not quite failing. She moved closer, ready to face her brother one last time. Her soul ached with the pain, but she would do her duty. It was all she had left.
Cullen Finley had a decision to make. Among his fellow Paladins, he was nicknamed "the Professor" because of his calm, thoughtful demeanor. If he did what he was contemplating, though, his image would change forever. As would his life.
He studied the envelope in his hand for the umpteenth time, unable to read more than one word: Lusahn. The rest was written in an alien language. But he knew the woman the name belonged to -- enough to whet his appetite for more. He had to be out of his freakin' mind.
Sure, someone had to deliver Barak's message to his sister, asking if she'd be willing to call a truce long enough to solve the mystery of who was smuggling the blue stones from her world into his. Ever since someone had told the Others that they could buy their way into this world with blue garnets, they'd been pouring across the barrier in ever-increasing numbers.
Far too many Others had died, learning too late that the Paladins' swords were all that awaited them here. He'd killed his fair share; they all had. And the constant fighting had taken its toll on the Paladins. Even though their genetic makeup allowed them to come back from the dead, it did so at a terrible cost.
If things continued so, there wouldn't be enough Paladins left to mount a defense against the crazed Others. Someone had to stem the tide of invasion, or swarms of the bloodthirsty bastards would run free in the streets, out of their minds and killing anything that moved.