Heather Morique is a witch. The problem is she doesn’t know it. Her husband Jahill was a refugee from an obscure branch of the Arawak Indians. After his death, mysterious whispers lure her to his homeland of Jamaica. Soon, she finds herself in a web of secrets, lies and illusions.
Jahill’s people worship Eyrael, the God of Wind and Sea, and his brother Sofiel, the God of Fire and Earth. The new Shaman has pitted brother against brother, and these two powerful spirits from an alternate universe fight to become the tribe’s ruling deity. Will light or darkness reign?
When Heather unwittingly summons Eyrael, these two unlikely soul mates face a dangerous fate. The chemistry between them is more disturbing than the long-buried secrets.
In the conflagration, Sofiel’s face materialized. Heather shoved shaking hands into the pockets of her jeans. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, she faced her fate. How far was Eryael from the cottage? Could she summon him if he was water or air? In her studies, John hadn’t yet covered summoning. If he knew how…
Eryael, come to me. His answer would have been immediate. Maybe the command had to be spoken aloud.
“Come closer.” The smoke figure with its fiery eyes beckoned. “Warm yourself by my fire.”
“I’m not cold.” Her damn voice quavered. For her baby’s sake, she had to try to summon his father. Eyrael was the only one capable of protecting them against this viscious spirit. She closed her eyes, spread her hands at her sides and screamed, “Eryael, I command you to come to me. Now.”
Sofiel breathed a throaty, smoky laugh. “You’re trembling.”
Eyrael did not appear, did not answer. Her racing heart plummeted. She realized she was wringing her hands and crossed her arms across her chest.
“Bound spirit, you must come when I summon you,” she shouted. “Eryael, I command you to my side.” Once more, a condescending laugh smoked from the man in the fire. Something must be wrong for Eyrael not to respond. Either that or she hadn’t actually summoned him the first night in the sea. She was equally as desperate now, her life in as great a danger, and this time she had a child to protect. She stood rigid and motionless, her insides a tangle of fear.
The smoke swirled, coiled, serpent-like. The third beast had the face of a man …the passage from Revelations flashed through her mind. A tremor of sheer terror coursed over Heather. Sofiel’s full lips spread in a lascivious grin. She resisted the overwhelming urge to back away. Any show of cowardice would hasten the attack.
“Come, Heather.” He extended his hands in invitation. “You are no longer to be a sacrifice. You will Pleasure me as I shall Pleasure you. You will be my woman and the mother of my son. Taino and the People have given you to me.”
“Taino and the People,” she mocked, “don’t hold the deed to my soul.” She squared her shoulders, her chin tilted in defiance. “I’m Eryael’s woman. I’m carrying his child.”
“Forget Eryael.” He flung a disdainful gesture. “He does not answer when you call. Darkness has a charm the Light cannot offer. You will be happy with me. I shall give you ecstasy. You will give me a beautiful, golden son. He will be trained in the arts of the Shaman and will be a demigod to the People.”
An earthquake of a shiver rolled over Heather. “Thanks, Sofiel, but no thanks.”
He frowned, his long black hair and his obsidian eyes stained red by the fire. “You dare refuse me, witch? Summon your strong, brave Eryael. I shall call unto Taino. This rebellion ends here. Now. In one swift engagement.”
Her heart stumbled over a beat, every organ in her body quivering. “I refuse you, and I refuse your challenge. Remember, dark spirit, you’re honor bound.”
“Honor. I shall show you honor.” The bastard threw back his head and laughed. “Poor, pregnant Heather. Do you want me to rip that child from your belly? And watch your blood seeping across the floor?”
She stood her ground as the swirls of smoke and fire advanced .With each step he took, her courage failed a little more. In a desperate move, she flung her arms into the air as a sorceress might.
“I command you to leave this house, Sofiel. You are not welcome here. Be gone. Now!” Power sizzled along her nerves. A blue light wavered from her outstretched fingers.
In an impossibly swift move, he seized her around the waist, jerked her into the fire and crushed her to his chest. His mouth closed over hers, his tongue forcing entry. His mouth was hot, slick and tasted of the smoke caressing her. She struggled, gagging, biting at his lips, and fighting his embrace. He broke the demanding kiss, holding her at arms’ length. Fingers of fire burned her temples as he squeezed her face between his hands.