The Evoxian Legacies #2
by Abbey MacMunn
Genre: Fantasy Romance
A half human, half alien.
A violet-eyed shapeshifter.
Their destinies bound by magic from a disappearing world.
Ever since free-spirited Lexie Mills learned she was half human, half alien, her life has been far from ordinary. But living a privileged life in a Cotswold manor with her over-protective family isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, and not helped by her confusing feelings for her best friend, Drew.
Evoxian shapeshifter, Drew Morgan, longs to tell Lexie he’s her destined soulmate, but until she embraces her alien heritage, he must wait. Trouble is, staying in the friend zone proves harder than he thought.
Tensions sizzle and chemistry sparks between them, but as their friendship blossoms into something magical, Lexie uncovers a heart-breaking truth about Drew and she must make a choice…
Forgive Drew and accept her destiny, or decide her own fate?
Drew placed the breakfast tray on the end of Lexie’s bed. She wasn’t going to make his apology easy for him, but he didn’t expect anything less. “Tell me how I can make it up to you. Anything.”
Lexie eyed the cereal and her stomach growled. “You’re a moron, you know that?” The hint of amusement in her eyes offered the promise of forgiveness.
“You’re a weirdo human-Evoxian hybrid, but someone has to put up with you.”
“Deal with it. I have to.” Her mouth curled at the corners. “I can’t change what I am, but you can stop being an idiot any time you want.”
“Maybe I don’t want to.”
“See? Moron.” She chucked a pillow at his head.
The bedspread dropped, revealing the delightful curve of her slight shoulders, and creamy skin he did his best not to stare at.
He ducked, and it landed by his feet. Throwing pillows and name-calling were good signs; she was coming around to his apology. “And you’re an infuriating woman with a bee in her bonnet over this stupid job thing.”
“What the heck does that mean?”
“It means once you have an idea, no matter how ridiculous it is, you won’t let it go until you get your own way.”
“You make me sound like a spoilt brat.”
“I bet you were planning to sneak out of the manor to go to the interview, weren’t you?”
Her mouth dropped. “No.” Flushed cheeks gave away her lie. “Okay, maybe I was, so…” She paused, an idea gleaming in her eyes. “If you want to make up for morphing into a tiger with a tantrum yesterday, you’re going to help me escape from Fort Knox, right?” She flashed a self-satisfied smirk. “And your tiger breath stunk, by the way.”
He grinned. “Have you smelt your breath in the morning, kerani?” he joked. The affectionate term meant beautiful in his language. He waved his palm in front of his face. “Phew, you could sink ships with that.”
Her eyes widened as she clasped her hand over her mouth. She leapt out of bed, narrowly missing the tray with the corner of the bedspread, and darted towards the bathroom.
Laughing, Drew stepped in front of her. “Hey, I’m kidding. You always smell great. Made you get out of bed though, didn’t it?”
Lexie reached for the hairbrush on her dressing table. She lifted her arm as though to take aim. “Like I said, you’re a moron,” she said, laughing too.
Good, things were getting back to normal.
Drew grabbed her wrist. Electricity sparked between them. Her dual-coloured eyes darkened, the violet splashes sparkling like fairy dust.
His pulse rate quickened.
That wasn’t normal, far from it. Neutral, Drew, keep it neutral. “Back to name-calling then?”
“Back to being friends,” she replied.
Friends. How could they be friends when he wanted, no, yearned for them to be so much more?
The Evoxian Legacies #1
While searching for clues to her past, single mother Bree Mills discovers a subculture of aliens with supernatural abilities living on Earth. And she’s one of them. Finding herself hurled into a world of possibilities, it’s made more alluring by Quinn Taylor, the 324-year-old, violet-eyed Evoxian from her childhood dreams.
Quinn knows his destiny is entwined with Bree’s. He’s fraught with frustration and desire, but before he can confess his love, he must wait for her to sense the Akui, a mysterious force tied with ancient Evoxian law.
At a Cotswolds country manor, passions awaken and ignite a love more magical than the once-Utopian planet, Evox. Then Fate delivers a cruel and heart-breaking blow when Bree is kidnapped by a malicious alien who wants her and her power. Will Quinn still love Bree when she’s faced with protecting her half-human daughter… whatever the cost?
Brianna Mills grasped the curious pendant around her neck. Like before, when she’d first touched it, the violet jewel warmed, and her peripheral vision shrank back.
Her steps faltered. With somehow more focused vision, she watched the man coming towards her along the tree-lined track.
Jasper stopped rummaging in the undergrowth, sniffed the air, and wagged his tail. But despite her dog’s interest, she sensed something…odd.
It wasn’t just the disconcerting vision or the static electricity surrounding her. Or even the disappointment as she pondered over the outcome of her adoption meeting earlier. No, this was something else, something tangible. Electromagnetic energy rolled over her skin, made her scalp tingle. A strange, coppery scent circulated in the cool spring air.
Blood pulsated in her ears, muffling the sound of birds chirping in the trees. She came to a standstill, all five senses fizzing with an unseen force, her heartbeat pounding like tribal drums.
Still six metres ahead, the guy looked tall, well-built with broad shoulders, and casually dressed in a faded brown leather jacket and dark blue jeans, worn at the knees. Overlong blond hair rested on his shoulders, and messy waves fell either side of a tanned, ruggedly handsome face.
Drop. Dead. Bloody. Gorgeous.
A tiny spark ignited somewhere within and she forgot how to breathe.
Bree recognised him. But he wasn’t anyone she’d ever met before, not while she was awake. No, this was someone whom she used to dream of when she was a child.
It didn’t make sense. How could she have dreamt about him, what, fifteen or so years ago?
The spark became a small flame, breathing its warmth on parts of her that she’d forgotten existed. Her cheeks heated. She had so little experience with men. No wonder she’d fallen for the first guy to show her any interest and been naïve enough to get herself pregnant.
Jasper barked, which made her jump, and then raced towards the guy, wagging his tail and leaping around excitedly, greeting him like some long-lost friend.
“Jasper! Get back here. Right now.”
Trying to focus through the tunnel vision, she willed her feet to walk the remaining distance to retrieve her dog.
Get a grip, Bree, get a grip.
Keeping her head down, she wished she hadn’t tied her hair in a loose bun, so she could have hidden her embarrassment behind the long tresses.
“Sorry. Jasper doesn’t normally like strangers.” She gulped. Her words were breathless and pathetic, and she cursed under her breath. Is he a stranger though? With shaky hands and distorted vision, she grabbed her Labrador and fumbled with the lead, desperate to get the damn thing to clip on to Jasper’s collar.
“Are you wearing blue contact lenses?” he asked in a deep, hypnotic, and strangely familiar voice.
Bree blinked rapidly and her vision returned to normal. “What…? No.” She wouldn’t look at him, preferring to give her attention to Jasper’s lead, now gripped so tightly her knuckles had turned white.
She could almost feel the guy’s stare burning the top of her head. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she backed away—until she noticed his dog.
Similar to a pure white Alsatian, but she’d never seen one as massive or as muscular. It stared at her too, with weird violet eyes.
Violet eyes like hers.
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About the Author:
Abbey MacMunn writes paranormal and fantasy romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK, with her husband and their four children.
When she’s not writing, she likes to watch films and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science fiction movies.