Volume three in the Ra's Chosen Series
Reincarnated Hunger
Unlike his fellow warriors, Kysen already had found his mate - the woman who'd stirred his blood like no other, but he'd been mortal at the time. When she'd died, he'd vowed to never love again.
Cena is disappointed in men. Perhaps reading too many romance novels has done her in, but no man lives up to what she's read... and dreamed.
Foreseen Hunger
Takan has hidden who he is for three thousand years, but the time for secrecy is coming to an end. He knows it, and more importantly, Ra knows it.
Falon lost her love years ago to the bite of an undead and has spent her nights hunting the creatures ever since. She kisses Takan and discovers his fangs, and does what any warrior girl would do - she stabs him.
Ra's Hunger
After watching all his warriors find their mates, Ra wants nothing more than to find his. How hard could it be? He's an Egyptian god, for crying out loud. Women should fall at his feet - and into his bed.
Shanda doesn't want a man right now. No way, no how. When a sexy stranger shows up at her museum, her sex-starved body doesn't care. It wants him... posthaste. She might have a chance in hell of resisting him, if he'd only stop kissing her.
Reincarnated Hunger
Unlike his fellow warriors, Kysen already had found his mate - the woman who'd stirred his blood like no other, but he'd been mortal at the time. When she'd died, he'd vowed to never love again.
Cena is disappointed in men. Perhaps reading too many romance novels has done her in, but no man lives up to what she's read... and dreamed.
Foreseen Hunger
Takan has hidden who he is for three thousand years, but the time for secrecy is coming to an end. He knows it, and more importantly, Ra knows it.
Falon lost her love years ago to the bite of an undead and has spent her nights hunting the creatures ever since. She kisses Takan and discovers his fangs, and does what any warrior girl would do - she stabs him.
Ra's Hunger
After watching all his warriors find their mates, Ra wants nothing more than to find his. How hard could it be? He's an Egyptian god, for crying out loud. Women should fall at his feet - and into his bed.
Shanda doesn't want a man right now. No way, no how. When a sexy stranger shows up at her museum, her sex-starved body doesn't care. It wants him... posthaste. She might have a chance in hell of resisting him, if he'd only stop kissing her.
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