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Ancient Winds is now available in digital, paperback, and hardback.
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Archaeologist Brynn Galloway partners with sexy mercenary
physicist Dr. Tristan Magee to track down a rare Sumerian artifact, but in the
Bolivian jungle there are no barriers … least of all between them.
Ancient Winds Excerpt
Brynn couldn’t sleep and found Tristan sitting by a small
fire near the main building. With elbows on knees, he was hunched forward, his
gaze intent on the flames as shadows ebbed and flowed across the angles of his
face. He sported a few days’ growth of whiskers and his dark hair was curling
along the collar of his shirt. The wilderness was slowly consuming them, making
them wild in the process, or maybe it was simply the jungle stripping away
societal barriers and laying them bare. Brynn suspected, however, that Magee had
never paid much attention to such niceties.
“Communing with aliens?” she asked, keeping her voice low so
as not to disturb the others who might be nearby. Tristan had been
right—privacy was in short supply.
The glint in Tristan’s gaze conveyed annoyed amusement. And
maybe something else. The tug in her belly was immediate, and she all but
lifted her nose to catch his scent. For a moment she let herself revel in
everything male that was Magee: muscle, strength, and possibly the biggest
aphrodisiac for her—irreverence.
He motioned for her to sit as he said, “Well, if you
consider talking to Dimar interacting with something not of this world, then
the answer is yes.”
She took a seat, leaving the one between them empty.
Wouldn’t want him to get the wrong idea.
“Sometimes I have trouble sleeping in the jungle,” he said.
“Is that a sleeping aid?” she asked as he took a sip from
his canteen.
He replaced the lid. “Nah. Just water. Can you play
backgammon, Galloway?”
“Yes. I used to play with my grandfather.”
“I’ll be right back.”
He disappeared, and then returned with a mini version of the
game. He unfolded the board and proceeded to set it up on the empty chair
between them.
“Why backgammon?” she asked, helping him organize the pieces
in the glow of the firelight.
“It was my dad’s favorite. Did you know it’s one of the
oldest known board games?”
“I do. They’ve found evidence of it in Mesopotamia. Maybe it
was a gift from their alien benefactors.”
“The dice were made from human bones, so no alien intervention
likely.”
“You do know your artifacts.”
“I try.” He handed her a die, his hand brushing hers. “Need
a refresher on the rules?”
“Nope, I’m good,” she replied, pretending his touch hadn’t
left a burn mark.
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