Sara Michaels is a woman caught between two very different men. Mortal enemies. And she's having a hard time choosing just one of them. Beau Pierson. Blond, blue-eyed, tanned. A boy-toy to worship the ground she walks on. Aric Ishee. Dark-haired, green-eyed and sexy. A sultry promise that whispers in the night. How can she choose?
It's never easy to have psychic visions and feelings. It's even worse if your past life starts to unravel, mixing with your present-day problems. A new boyfriend into the mix causes tension. A second boyfriend causes conflict. Just as in a previous lifetime, Sara must choose between the two, which will surely cause her death. Again.
This time however, there's no chances left for reincarnation. And Sara's last life impacts this one. As Seraphina Samorra, she was caught between the same two men centuries ago. Can she relive the past without influencing the future? Can she change the future before it's too late?
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Posted March 02, 2012 by Laura , CimmaronGreat story, wanted more detail, but would reccomend to Erotica readers
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Excerpt from Born Again by Rena Marks
This had turned into a crappy day. Tension with the guys, a fight with Mike at work, maybe she could just relax in the tub.
And if those damn guys hadn't been fighting with each other, she could have called one of them up to spend the rest of the day with her. Instead, her extracurricular activities were over.
Sara arrived home to a ringing telephone which delivered its last ring as she unlocked the door. She kicked off her shoes and went over to the old-fashioned, box-caller ID.
Twenty-five numbers were stored. As she flipped through them, she saw that there were actually two callers.
Beau and Aric.
Over and over, even as she checked, the phone rang yet again.
The answering machine wouldn't pick up. The green light that usually blipped on it was steady, indicating it was full. It took at least an hour's worth of messages to fill it.
She sighed and decided to leave it alone for now. Then she reached out and unplugged the phone from the wall, stilling its constant ringing.
Pouring herself a glass of wine, she headed into the bathroom, where she lit candles around the tub. Then she dimmed the lights and slowly undressed.
She peered at herself in the mirror. High, firm breasts perfectly rounded, with pink nipples. Nipples that poked hard as pebbles while she watched. Francesca was right, she did have beautiful breasts. Long legs, curvy hips. A waist that dipped into an hourglass shape. Flat belly and a narrow strip of red hair she kept waxed for convenience.
Stepping into the tub, she sank into the fragrant steam, feeling her muscles almost immediately relax and loosen. She polished off her wine, feeling slightly dizzy from the combination of alcohol and the heat of her tub.
The bathroom door burst open to reveal both Beau and Aric.
"You are not answering your phone," Aric accused.
At the same time, Beau said, "I was worried about you, dammit."
"Tell me you guys didn't break my front door," Sara said, in an uncaring tone of voice.
"You left it unlocked."
Sara sighed. It was very possible. She'd been frazzled when she got home. "Do you two think you can play nice and wait in the bedroom for me? The bathroom's a little crowded."
Neither man answered, both aware finally that she lay naked in a tub of clear water.
"Or would you rather I just got out now with you both watching?"
"No. We'll wait for you," Aric said and Sara knew he didn't want her getting out of the tub with Beau watching.
The bathroom seemed larger when they left. She drained the tub and left her hair curling in a carefree knot on the top of her head. She slipped into a bathrobe, naked underneath and followed them into the bedroom, where one sat stiffly on her bed and the other sat in her vanity chair.
She'd deliberately tied her robe loosely and the two folds parted, nearly but not quite exposing her breasts.
Twin sets of pale eyes followed the exposure. One pair blue, the other green.
"So tell me," Sara said. "What is so damned important that neither of you could wait until my bath was done?"
Beau started. "I'm your mate, Sara--"
And Aric's eyes flashed fire. "You were meant to be with me throughout eternity."
Both men were suddenly quiet. Aric looked like he regretted his outburst, as though there was something he didn't want her to know.
"Explain," Sara said curtly. "Ever since I've known you two, I've heard cryptic little sentences here and there. Eternity. Mate."
"You were my wife once," Aric said.
"My wife," he reiterated.
Beau growled, "But my mate."
"What the hell are you guys talking about?" Sara asked, bewildered.
"Another lifetime. Yours," said Beau slowly. "Aric and I are immortal. You refused to be turned werewolf to share my immortality. We met Aric, who was to turn you vampire instead. The bastard stole you from me."
"She wanted me. Forever. It was why she insisted on marriage."
Oh God. Her heart beat frantically, about to jump from her chest. They were insane and they were in her apartment. One believed he was a vampire and one thought he was werewolf. They'd slept with her and even now, she wanted to jump them again.
Sara took a step toward the door of the bedroom on her shaky legs. Neither man noticed, they were too busy arguing about past lifetimes and Sara being scared out of her wits.
She bolted. Out the bedroom door she flew, narrowly missing hitting her shoulder on the doorjamb. Turning into the hallway, she ran for the front door, catching her thigh on a side table.
Still she ran and had just reached the doorknob when she was caught from behind.
Falling to the floor, she was tackled in a mess of arms and legs, panting and fighting. Kicking and screaming, until a large hand clamped over her mouth to keep her quiet.
"Hold still, Sara," growled Beau, from beneath her.
"Stop fighting us," whispered Aric and the message got into her confused brain somehow. She stilled, her body frozen in calm shock.
"You bastard," muttered Beau. "You've had her blood."
"Her blood remembers me from centuries ago," Aric said. "Don't lose her again."
She was picked up bodily by Aric and she heard the click as the front door was locked behind them. They made their way back to the bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed, where she came out of her trance.
Her robe had parted, exposing a full breast tipped with a tantalizing puckered nipple, hard and tingling from her trance.
Lust exploded in Aric and his fangs distended. Sara stared in disbelief. They weren't crazy. She was.
"Cover yourself, Sara," Beau said harshly.
She moved to close the robe, but one word from Aric stopped her.
"No." His voice was carefully definitive as if he took extra care because words seemed difficult with the fangs distended.
She froze and watched him. The fangs were sexy, California bright and his pale eyes blazed. Reaching out, he cupped a breast and she heard Beau as he hissed behind her.
She moaned, closing her eyes and basking in the comfort she needed right now. She leaned her forehead forward and rested it on Aric's shoulder, letting him fondle her.
They were quiet for a few moments, the air charged with something thick and heavy.
"I'm scared," she whispered and felt Beau at her back, lifting her hair aside to kiss her neck, comforting her also. He murmured into her ear, "We'd never hurt you. Neither of us would." And he looked over her shoulder into Aric's eyes.
Aric gave the tiniest nod.