A moonlit angel--that's what Harrison Payne sees when he wanders onto the balcony of his luxury Colorado resort. The former pro quarterback knows next to nothing about the sensuous, intriguing stranger basking in the night air, except that he wants to know her much, much better. Discovering that Cherisse Washington is the mother of a promising young skier he's agreed to sponsor is a stroke of luck--and learning that Cherisse's ex is determined to get back in her life is an unwanted setback. But all's fair in love--and Harry intends to use every seductive means available to win the woman he knows belongs in his life forever....
Meredith Gentry, a mortal whose faerie blood has embroiled her in a race to produce the next heir to the throne of the Unseelie sidhe, finds that she constantly walks a fine line between her duty to her aunt, the Queen of Air and Darkness, and her own desire for a "normal" life. Filled with wild magic and given the gift to transform common faeries into noble sidhe, Meredith also discovers that she possesses other, heretofore unknown magic powers that seem to herald a return of the old gods of the sidhe. The third installment in Hamilton's Meredith Gentry novels (after A Kiss of Shadows and A Caress of Twilight) contains the same sultry eroticism while deepening the interrelationships among the principal characters. Hamilton's compelling storytelling makes this a good choice for libraries owning the series and for fans of adult fantasy tinged with horror. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 10/1/03.] Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information. -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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Excerpt from Seduced by Moonlight by Laurell K. Hamilton
A lot of people lounge by pools in l.a., but few of them are truly immortal, no matter how hard they pretend with plastic surgery and exercise. Doyle was truly immortal and had been for over a thousand years. A thousand years of wars, assassinations, and political intrigue, and he'd been reduced to being eye candy in a thong bathing suit by the pool of the rich and famous. He lay at the edge of the pool, wearing almost nothing. Sunlight glittered across the blue, blue water of the pool. The light broke in a jagged dance across his body, as if some invisible hand stirred the light, turning it into a dozen tiny spotlights that coaxed Doyle's dark body into colors I'd never known his skin could hold.
He wasn't black the way a human being is black, but more the way a dog is black. Watching the play of light on his skin, I realized I'd been wrong. His skin gleamed with blue highlights, a shine of midnight blue along the long muscular sweep of his calf, a flare of royal blue like a stroke of deep sky touched his back and shoulder. Purple to shame the darkest amethyst caressed his hip. How could I ever have thought his skin monochrome- He was a miracle of colors and light, strapped across a body that rippled and moved with muscles honed in wars fought centuries before I was born.
The braid of his black hair trailed across the edge of the lounge chair, fell over the side, and curled beside him on the concrete like some patient serpent. His hair was the only thing that seemed black on black. There was no play of colors, only a gleam like a black jewel. It seemed as if it should have been the other way around, that his hair should have held the highlights and his body been all one color, but it wasn't.
He lay on his stomach, head turned away from me. He was pretend- ing to be asleep, but I knew he wasn't. He was waiting. Waiting for the helicopter to fly over. The helicopter that would contain the press, people with cameras. We'd made a deal with the devil. If the press would just stay away enough for us to have some privacy, we'd make sure that at prearranged times they had something newsworthy to take pictures of. I was Princess Meredith NicEssus, heir to the throne of the Unseelie Court, and the fact that I'd surfaced in Los Angeles, California, after a three-year absence was big news. People thought I'd died. Now I was alive and well, and living in the middle of one of the biggest media empires on the planet. Then I'd gone and done something that was even better tabloid fodder.