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Symphony of Light
and Winter
Etopia Press
Symphony of
Light and Winter
Symphony of Light Book One
Renea Mason
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Length: Novel
Word Count: 88,375
Page Count: 389
Price: 5.99
ISBN: 978-1-940223-10-0
Heat Level: 4
Release Date: 06/21/2013
Symphony of Light Book One
Renea Mason
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Length: Novel
Word Count: 88,375
Page Count: 389
Price: 5.99
ISBN: 978-1-940223-10-0
Heat Level: 4
Release Date: 06/21/2013
One woman. Seven men. All bound
by one man’s undying devotion.
Fundraiser Linden Hill has a
knack for reading people. She always knows which conversations will put a
prospect at ease, which drink will loosen a patron’s lips—or his wallet, and
how cleavage will make a donor sweeten the deal. She’s even foreseen her
dateless weekends four hundred and sixty-four times in a row.
But ten years after
watching life drain from her former mentor’s and first love’s eyes, her skills
for divining the predictable are lost. When Cyril returns, he’s still gorgeous,
but this time he’s beyond human, far less dead, and pissed. His lack of memory
drives him to desperate acts, and his turbulent re-acquaintance with Linden
pulls her into his war with a creature hell-bent on his destruction. His group
of six supernatural men share a tantalizing secret, but despite the hunger,
it’s love that leads her to sacrifice everything to save him…
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Impostors’ Kiss
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Impostors’ KissSymphony of Light Book 0.5
Renea Mason
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Length: Short
Word Count: 7601
Page Count: 42
Price: 0.99
ISBN: 978-1-940223-62-9
Release Date: 11-15-2013
One night of sexual pleasure could teach a lesson in love.
Cyril is weary from weeks of traveling the Scottish
moors, but his luck takes a turn when he rescues a battered and broken child.
To express his gratitude, the boy’s father offers Cyril a night of carnal
indulgence with his eldest daughter. Cyril graciously accepts, looking forward
to a night of sexual release to ease the loneliness of his travels.
But what the supernatural sex god and deliverer of souls
doesn’t expect is to be taught a lesson in love from the young and beautiful
Celestine.
In a night of passion, two lost spirits find solace in an
impostor’s kiss: one longing for a love that doesn’t yet exist, the other
drowning in pain and guilt over love lost. Neither is what they seem…but what
they learn will change them forever…
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Renea Mason
Renea
Mason writes steamy romances to help even out the estrogen to testosterone
imbalance caused by living in a house full of men.
When
she isn’t putting pen to paper crafting sensual stories filled with
supernatural lovers, she spends time with her beyond-supportive husband, two
wonderful sons and three loving but needy cats.
Renea is a member of Romance Writers of America, The Paranormal
Romance Guild and The Fantasy, Futuristic and
Paranormal subchapter of the Romance Writers of America.
She is
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A short excerpt to
whet your appetite.
Symphony of Light and Winter - PG
Excerpt
“Your
eyes are so lovely; please don’t hide them from me. Don’t be afraid. I would
never hurt you.”
His
sincerity must have been contagious because the words slipped through my lips
without permission. “I know you’d never hurt me intentionally. It’s the
unintentional consequences I fear.”
He
brought his other hand up to cup my other cheek and, with my face firmly held
he said, “Linden, I’m not fool enough to think that the gods don’t
intentionally f**k with us.”
His
use of that word was unexpected. Always a gentleman, but always something more
carnal beneath the surface too. The inconsistency seemed natural.
“But
if that ever happens, I will spend forever trying to atone. Don’t turn away
from me.” He stared at me for a moment and when his face started to move toward
mine, I thought for sure he would kiss my lips, but instead he placed a
lingering kiss to my forehead and pulled me into a hug. If he felt anything for
me other than friendship, that was his moment to prove it. I had my answer. I
gave a forced smile and pulled away.
“Please,
play,” he said while trailing his hand over my back.
Facing
the piano, with my fingers lingering above the keys, I tried not to allow
disappointment to lace my words. “How did you know about the song?” My racing
heart slowed as I realized the kiss wouldn’t happen.
His
response was casual. “I have very keen hearing and you start to hum it every
time you walk away from me to return home. Where is the song from?”
Strange.
Maybe I was louder than I thought.
“I
don’t know where I learned it. I think I made it up, but it’s hard to know for
sure.”
“It’s
beautiful, please...” He motioned to the piano.
He
stood and I pressed one key to test to see if it was in tune. Pitch-perfect, of
course. I should have expected no less. I stretched to measure the distance to
the pedals. After my assessment, I began to play. As I pressed the keys, I
tried to forget he was even in the room, but that became impossible as he
provided subtle hints as to how I should adjust my posture. He pushed back on
my shoulders and lifted my elbows with a light touch. The adjustment made a
difference, and in time my composition transitioned to something more graceful.
He
placed his hands on my shoulders as he stood behind me and whispered, “Now
relax, the music is in control. Give in to it. Let it take you, command you,
while you find freedom in its control.”
His
finger made small massaging circles on my neck and shoulders, and the more he
touched me, the more at ease I became. I played better than I ever had.
He
ran his hands up and down my forearms, coaxing the notes from my fingers as he
whispered in my ear, “That’s it. You are much more relaxed. Music is energy,
Linden. With energy, you must first make yourself an attractive conduit. Energy
does not like resistance. The less resistant you are, the more it can take
hold, become stronger—make you stronger. Allow it to embody you, become one
with you, and embrace its possession.” His breath teased as his words sent
waves of electricity through me.
I
added improvisational parts to the song I had never imagined. I played
sequences far beyond my skill level without effort. As I neared the end of the
song, the magical feeling broke down, and with it went my newfound ability. It
was as if I took a drug to make me a better musician and it had begun to wear
off, but I knew it wasn’t a drug. It was Cyril.
As
the last notes breathed their final whisper to the air, I heard him say, “Well
done! I bet you even surprised yourself.”
“How
did you do that?”
“I
didn’t do anything. I simply taught you to sit up and concentrate. Other than
that, it was all you. Music can’t possess the unwilling.”
I
shot him a suspicious glare. “All right...your turn.” I went to get up.
“No,
please stay. Let me see...I’ll play something you know. How about Beethoven’s Sonata
quasi una fantasia? You may know it as the Moonlight Sonata.”
I
nodded. He could have played Chopsticks and I would have been happy.
He
began with the solemn phrasing of the piece. Every languid note held so much
emotion. My fingers mindlessly stroked the side of his leg in the slow melodic
tempo of the first movement. The mournful timbre accented the sadness I felt
knowing that every minute I stayed with him, it was going to be much harder to
accept I could never have him.
I
had only heard the first movement of the piece but as the somber melody
transitioned into a more energetic strain, I knew it would be an experience I
would never forget.
His
enthusiastic gestures, the bounce of his hair as he pounded out the rapid
notes, all added to the look of determination on his face. The notes were
saturated in passion, and violence defined him. I watched him with intense
concentration and wondered if he brought that same passion to his kisses, his
bed, and his love. It would be a miracle if one person could harness him.
When
he played the last note, his breathing was heavy and a thin film of
perspiration coated the skin of his brow and neck. He looked down at the floor
and then slowly into my eyes. That instant, the connection formed again. He reached
up and brushed the hair from my face and I did the same to him, draping his
thick, dark, sweat-moistened locks behind his ear.
“That
was magnificent. I’ve never...”
His
hand reached up to cup my face. His thumb caressed my lower lip as I spoke.
“Heard...or
seen...anything like you. I mean that.”
He
smiled and continued to outline my lip.
“Linden...”
he said with a breathy whisper, “there are so many things I want to show you,
teach you. I want you to make me a promise.”
I
answered without hesitation. “Yes.”
“The
way you are looking at me right now... Please, always look at me this way.
Stare into my eyes and see me for who I am and know that there is nothing more
than this. When the world calls things into question, you need not question me
because I will always be here for you. The comfort I find in your eyes is new
and frightening.”
I
found it difficult to believe anything frightened this man. He cupped my cheek
and with tenderness that mirrored his words, he caressed my face and trailed
his hand to rest on my chest just below my neck. I wrapped my hand around his
wrist, holding him to me.
He
leaned in, pinning our arms between us, and breathed, “Promise me.”
I
closed my eyes, reveling in his closeness, his scent, his heat. “OK.”
“Good.”
He
inhaled. “I will make you a promise in return. I cannot bring you into my world
as I would like, so I will not ask you to indulge me further. I should let you
go, but I’m sorry, I am far too selfish to break all ties. I do promise to
always be your friend, your mentor.”
Deep
down, hopeful he might love me and see me as a woman, I opened my eyes and
managed a smile filled with sadness and disappointment.
Protégé
was the title bestowed upon me, not girlfriend, lover, or wife. I looked away
from him to try to pull back the tears that escaped my eyes.
“Already
breaking your promise?”
I
looked up and he brushed my tears away with his thumb.
“I’m
not immune, Linden. I feel it too. I just need to be stronger than this, for
you.” He pulled me into his embrace.
His
arms were tight around me. He smiled but something sad lingered behind it.
“It’s getting late. I should get you home.”
Impostors’ Kiss – PG Excerpt
“Who is she?”
This was not a question I expected. Even though
I was comfortable being nude, most humans were not. I saw in her mind what
horrors men had bestowed upon her. The massive erection I sported should have
frightened her, but with each quick glance I made in her direction, I saw she
stood firm and resolute, while twirling the blindfold between her fingers.
“Who?” Not the time to speak riddles.
“The woman for whom that kiss was intended.”
“Oh.” I brushed my hands through my hair.
The long, black strands fell one by one back into place. I sighed. “She’s my
love. My light. But she is out of reach.”
“I have a confession.”
Review:
Wow! I thought that I gotten past being surprised
by stories, but this one surprised me in a good way. It was well written, each line crafted to
bring the reader further into the world the author created, to see the story
unfold in pictures. It was passionate
without being vulgar. The love making
scenes were not gratuitous, as so many are, but rather the natural progression
of a loving and caring relationship and a great deal of frustration.
The
story also told a new mythology about where the lore of vampires comes from,
not from Transylvania but rather from another dimension where ... I could tell you more, but then I would ruin
the story. The unfolding story is part
of what moves the story along. Needless
to say the mythology is worth the read.
I
cannot wait to read book 0.5, which I will review soon and eagerly wait for
book 2 to continue where this story leaves off.
I
give this story 5 out of 5 clouds and a chili pepper rating of 4.
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