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When their two worlds collide, the sacrifices they must make to survive threaten the foundations of their lives.
Eric Randall's plan is simple--fix the mess his researchers have created in Malaysia, experience the pleasures the country has to offer, and return to the comforts of America. All it takes is one beautiful aborigine, and Eric finds himself stranded in a world of Malaysian myths and legends.
A novice shaman amongst her people, Berani is free and independent. Yet all is not well in her homeland. Demons prey on her people, pushing them to extinction. When a strange speaking man invades her forest, she has one more worry to add to her already troubled life. Attraction or no, she will fight Eric tooth and claw to maintain her freedom. But will she destroy herself in the process?
If Berani wishes to save her family... if Eric wishes to reclaim his old life, they must stand together against the threats of encroaching wehr-tigers and bloodsucking demons... or perish.
~EXCERPT~
Eric stared at the flowers of a yellow tree, hoping to catch the motion again. He'd learned the rainforest was full of wonders if he kept his eyes opened and remained patient.
There! Hidden in the tree, a black and orange corded object waved, the colors camouflaged by the profuse foliage.
He squinted and followed the thick line to its source, but lost track of it behind a concentrated stretch of leaves. He did a double take. Where did she come from?
The faint light flickering through the tree cast a glow on the exquisite bronze skin of a woman lounging on a limb, while the dense leaves concealed her legs completely. She licked full pinkish-brown lips, which were made for kissing. Malaysian characteristics dominated her face. High cheekbones with a slight blush. Thick, untamed brows arched high. Beautiful. Straight tresses lifted in the breeze--a mix of strawberry blond with streaks of dark brown and copper, as well as a shade so light it appeared white. Her features combined with her distinctive hair hinted at a mixed ancestry and created a spectacular contrast against her honey-colored skin. A light brown, halter-like bra covered her full breasts and allowed just a hint of the fleshy mounds to peak over the top.
She rose from her recline and stood on the branch, balancing on bare and dainty feet with cute, kissable toes. He traced the shape of her legs, toned and lithe, which seemed to travel forever before disappearing behind an obtrusive bit of vegetation.
She dropped from the tree.
No." He reached out as his stomach plummeted with her fall.
The woman landed ten feet below in a crouch, while a pitiful scrap of loincloth brushed the ground between her legs.
His brain cranked into gear. She was okay. His heart beat so hard, it threatened to jump out of his chest. Even his run had not gotten him so excited.
She rose from her squat and approached him. Her bare hips flared but narrowed toward the contours of her waist, while the indentation of her belly-button tantalized him.
Already working overtime, his heart rushed blood straight to his cock as it pulsated to the rhythm of her swaying breasts. Entranced, he wondered if the nipples creating points in the thin fabric corresponded with the color of her lips. His jeans tightened, and he resisted the urge to adjust himself as the woman sauntered ever closer, stalking him like prey, assessing him with eyes the color of an amber sunrise.
He smiled at the sultry advance of the curvaceous female. I can definitely work with this. She appeared fearless as she came within arm's reach, while her feminine scent washed over him, a combination of cool mint and fresh rain. Enticing. Quite tall for Malaysian standards or any woman in general for that matter, she stood about a half foot shorter than Eric. No doubt she'd mold seamlessly to him.
She cocked her head to the side. As if in a dream, time slowed. The wind teased her hair, and the silky strands floated and caressed her shoulders.
Eric Randall's plan is simple--fix the mess his researchers have created in Malaysia, experience the pleasures the country has to offer, and return to the comforts of America. All it takes is one beautiful aborigine, and Eric finds himself stranded in a world of Malaysian myths and legends.
A novice shaman amongst her people, Berani is free and independent. Yet all is not well in her homeland. Demons prey on her people, pushing them to extinction. When a strange speaking man invades her forest, she has one more worry to add to her already troubled life. Attraction or no, she will fight Eric tooth and claw to maintain her freedom. But will she destroy herself in the process?
If Berani wishes to save her family... if Eric wishes to reclaim his old life, they must stand together against the threats of encroaching wehr-tigers and bloodsucking demons... or perish.
~EXCERPT~
Eric stared at the flowers of a yellow tree, hoping to catch the motion again. He'd learned the rainforest was full of wonders if he kept his eyes opened and remained patient.
There! Hidden in the tree, a black and orange corded object waved, the colors camouflaged by the profuse foliage.
He squinted and followed the thick line to its source, but lost track of it behind a concentrated stretch of leaves. He did a double take. Where did she come from?
The faint light flickering through the tree cast a glow on the exquisite bronze skin of a woman lounging on a limb, while the dense leaves concealed her legs completely. She licked full pinkish-brown lips, which were made for kissing. Malaysian characteristics dominated her face. High cheekbones with a slight blush. Thick, untamed brows arched high. Beautiful. Straight tresses lifted in the breeze--a mix of strawberry blond with streaks of dark brown and copper, as well as a shade so light it appeared white. Her features combined with her distinctive hair hinted at a mixed ancestry and created a spectacular contrast against her honey-colored skin. A light brown, halter-like bra covered her full breasts and allowed just a hint of the fleshy mounds to peak over the top.
She rose from her recline and stood on the branch, balancing on bare and dainty feet with cute, kissable toes. He traced the shape of her legs, toned and lithe, which seemed to travel forever before disappearing behind an obtrusive bit of vegetation.
She dropped from the tree.
No." He reached out as his stomach plummeted with her fall.
The woman landed ten feet below in a crouch, while a pitiful scrap of loincloth brushed the ground between her legs.
His brain cranked into gear. She was okay. His heart beat so hard, it threatened to jump out of his chest. Even his run had not gotten him so excited.
She rose from her squat and approached him. Her bare hips flared but narrowed toward the contours of her waist, while the indentation of her belly-button tantalized him.
Already working overtime, his heart rushed blood straight to his cock as it pulsated to the rhythm of her swaying breasts. Entranced, he wondered if the nipples creating points in the thin fabric corresponded with the color of her lips. His jeans tightened, and he resisted the urge to adjust himself as the woman sauntered ever closer, stalking him like prey, assessing him with eyes the color of an amber sunrise.
He smiled at the sultry advance of the curvaceous female. I can definitely work with this. She appeared fearless as she came within arm's reach, while her feminine scent washed over him, a combination of cool mint and fresh rain. Enticing. Quite tall for Malaysian standards or any woman in general for that matter, she stood about a half foot shorter than Eric. No doubt she'd mold seamlessly to him.
She cocked her head to the side. As if in a dream, time slowed. The wind teased her hair, and the silky strands floated and caressed her shoulders.
