Sunday, 27 August 2017

The Phoenix Decree Saga by Anna Albergucci

Series: The Phoenix Decree Saga
Author: Anna Albergucci
Genre: Time Travel/ Paranormal Romance

The Phoenix Decree
Book 1

How far would you go to pursue your heart's desire?

When Devon Phoenix, a nineteenth-century Englishman, becomes linked to his soul mate through the discovery of a buried family secret, he must do the impossible. His longing to pursue her demands he cross the centuries to present day. But his world is shaken to its core when he learns he must protect her from men he thought to be only myths. Drawn by her lineage, these men will go to great lengths to have her.

Out at a nightclub, Boston artist and history buff Elz Valli has no idea her grounded life is about to be uprooted. She encounters Devon and realizes this striking and intellectual warrior not only looks like the 12th Duke of Seton--he is. Consumed by the flames that engulf them, there is no turning back as Devon's presence in today's world ignites raging fires--both good and evil.

Though Devon's love is one that reaches through time, it is not without cost. Now he must decide if Elz is worth the price.

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Phoenix Unbound
Book 2

And now the saga continues...

Devon's presence in modern-day Boston has roused the enemy who now stalks Elz.
Devon and Elz become entwined, body and soul, but secrets still loom. Elz needs answers. Devon, imprisoned by his vow to keep quiet, must fight his desire to give them. All he can offer is his protection and his love. Unfortunately, the shackles of silence could leave Elz vulnerable to the enemy.

Devon has recruited Jarrett Phoenix, the current Marquess of Phoxdale, to help on his mission. Though Jarrett is a good ally, he incorporates his own agenda, and the car-racing playboy attempts to seduce Elz's best friend, the ever-cautious Jaymi. But Jaymi longs for more than Jarrett offers. The four spend the summer together, and tensions climb, as Jaymi is an unwilling candidate in Jarrett's games.

Will Jarrett's fear of love keep his heart from running the course and winning the prize? And will Devon comprehend too late the real threat he faces when fighting the rival who will stop at nothing to take Elz from him?

The future holds the answers...or...does the past?

Phoenix Under Fire
Book 3

Lovers entwine and old friends collide as Devon and Elz begin life anew in nineteenth-century England. Gone is the jaded man his family feared would never love, never marry. In his place stands a man completely enamored with and vastly protective of the captivating beauty he keeps on his arm. Elz adapts well to life at Wedlove, relieved that their enemy is left behind in modern-day Boston.

Danger, however, lurks in every corner, and Devon may find his most challenging adversary yet in the guise of a childhood friend, one who is incredibly strong and cunning . . . one with a dark secret of his own.

Meanwhile, Devon's warning to Jarrett manifests when Devon's younger brother challenges Jarrett for Jaymi's affection. Jaymi is torn between the gallant, handsome man who would offer her the world, and the reckless one who lingers in every waking thought. Will she seek a new life with a new love, or will Jarrett refuse to let her go?

The Phoenix Decree continues . . .

Wedlove Castle
20 June 1823

Devon Phoenix

      I was about to pull my fingers from the large mirror when I again felt the same strong piercing deep in my chest. The air sucked from the room, and I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand away from my flesh.
      To my horror, I hadn’t the ability to pull my hand free.
      The piercing grew stronger, like a vast needle threading my heart and sewing me to the glass as panic spread through me. I struggled to pull my hand free, but to no avail.
      I don’t want this. I don’t want to love someone who doesn’t love me in return. I don’t want to fail.
      What I did want was to back away, but I was frozen in place. I fought it, yet I had no choice but to yield to the overpowering pull.
      Breathing heavily, eyes fixed on my reflection, I surrendered to the unforeknown words pouring from my lips, a new edict rising up from within me as though it had always been there. There was nothing I could do to stop it, and to my alarm it spilled from my mouth, riding on breath drawn not from my fleshly lungs, but from somewhere deeper . . . my very soul . . .

      “Hear me now, my beloved, my bride,
      Set me as a seal upon thine heart,
      Mine eyes shall look upon thee, for thou cannot hide,
      Two hearts become one, no longer apart,
      Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away,
      Let these eyes behold what is mine,
      I am coming for thee, I shall not delay,
      Through ancient ways long past, I’ve divined.”

      I braced myself for another explosion of wind, but there wasn’t one—it was calm, like a still ocean. My eyes were glued to the glass as I tried to focus on the murky image within. There was something . . . someone maybe. I couldn’t make it out.
      A fleeting moment and the apparition became clear, chasing my breath away with a rush of emotion. My knees gave, and I fell upon them but held fast to the mirror’s frame.
      It was by sheer will that I was able to steady my trembling hand so that it remained touching the glass. The earlier hold it had over me was gone—all my actions were now my own free will.
      My flesh burned, and I gasped for breath, struggling to absorb the strong and terrifying emotions engulfing me. Fierce, white-hot love and desire awakened within me, like a Phoenix rising, until my very heart and soul were consumed by it.
      My gaze crawled over every inch of the mind-boggling vision shown to me in the mirror, as shock melted into immense longing—longing so strong I felt the need to weep and could only breathe out a mere whisper.
      “Mother of God’s own Son—have I crossed through heaven’s gates? Where on this earth—?”

Phoenix Under Siege
Book 4

Devon has laid claim to Elz--marrying her in twenty-first-century America as well as nineteenth-century England. He hopes it will grant a respite from others who are drawn to the flame in her eyes.

During a trip to London, Devon's hopes are dashed as he thwarts an attempt to kidnap Elz. While investigating who is behind the attack, he finds himself at a crossroads and is forced to enlist the aid of his friend turned rival, Symond Grayson, the Duke of Graburn. In an act of compassion gone horribly wrong, Devon's marriage to Elz is threatened and his world is turned upside down. The door is opened for Symond, and the duke has every intention of walking through it.

With their love in as much danger as their lives, Devon has no choice but to send Elz far from Symond's reach while he contends with their foes--old and new. Battered from all sides, Devon is under siege, and the stakes are raised as Elz and the Phoenix bloodline are placed in jeopardy. Devon could lose Elz forever if another can win her heart.

Phoenix Untamed
Book 5

It's Christmas at Wedlove Castle.

Elz, mostly recovered from her recent ordeal, has flourished under Devon's training and 1829 comes to a close with a double wedding on Christmas Day.

Pris and Kyle's excitement is unmatched, except by the anticipation shared by Jarrett and Jaymi, while Devon and Elz eagerly await the birth of their son, Eros.

But three miles west, at Castle Gray, Symond Grayson has made a drastic decision that changes his relationship with Devon and Elz forever.

And while the wedding celebrations continue, Reed Valli, Elz's brother, finds himself ensnared by a lovely young lady who thrusts them both into a compromising situation.

Phoenix Unanchored
Book 6

Modern day history buff Elz Phoenix used to daydream of being a Southern belle in 1850s America. Now married to a man who can give her the world in any time, she’s doing exactly that. As their two families travel down the east coast, a new contender is drawn to the fire in Elz’s eyes. But no challenger could dissuade Devon from defending his heart’s desire, not even the daunting McGrail brothers, fresh from the Scottish Highlands.

Meanwhile, Griffin Valli is tired of time-hopping. He may be Elz’s brother, but history wasn’t on his list of favorites in college. After a few failed attempts at nineteenth-century romance, he’s headed home to the women of the twenty-first century as soon as the family vacation is over. He’s never liked charades, and he likes the games of high society even less. But then he crosses paths with a daring young lady and realizes his heart is in danger. Though he’s eager for a lover, Griffin has no intention of falling for the beautiful Mars LaFrance. Even so, fate is going to give him a run for his money.

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Married to her high school sweetheart, Anna Albergucci lives in Texas, surrounded by her ever-growing family and her fur babies.

As a child, Anna had a bright imagination and entertained others with the telling of her colorful dreams. She now weaves her stories into fiery characters that live lives the rest of us only dream of.

Anna is a member of several writing groups, including the Cisco Writers Club. She is also the founder and host of a yearly writers’ retreat held at her estate.

She loves mornings, coffee, and cuddling with her grandkids. She’s a sucker for organizing parties, especially historical costume parties. And in her spare time you can find her touring old mansions, shopping for antiques, or sitting on the porch with a good book.

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Ryder’s Club, Boston, Massachusetts
Present day

Elz Valli

      I couldn’t stop staring at the guy up in Ryder’s balcony who looked like Devon. Now facing me with his back to Ryder, he squatted to examine my sculpture.
      My heart raced.
      “Look, Jay. Look at the expression on his face.”
      Jaymi watched him.
      “Elz, I think he just said, ‘Oh my God.’”
      “I think he did, too! Do you see how stunned he looks? He recognizes the man in the sculpture, I can tell. But my big question is, does he recognize himself? Could he be Devon, or do you think he’s just another of Devon’s descendants like Jarrett is?”
      “I don’t know,” she said. “I mean, of course he could be his descendant, but you have to admit, he would have to be his twin descendant. They’re identical.”
      A knot of disappointment balled in my stomach.
      “Well, that’s not impossible. You remember what I told you about Devon’s wife? We could be identical twins. Oh, let’s get real. I’m only kidding myself. Devon is a nineteenth-century ghost, no longer a flesh and blood man. It’s stupid of me to assume he could be that guy up there in Ryder’s balcony. But, oh, what wouldn’t I give?”
      I felt my color returning. Jaymi had stopped fanning me a couple of minutes earlier, but I still couldn’t take my eyes from the unbelievable man I wished was Devon. Who was he?
      He stood and, with a pensive expression, walked back to reclaim his seat. A moment passed, and…
      Our eyes collided, and my stomach felt like it took a nosedive out of a plane. The club was packed, and the guy didn’t even scan the room first—just turned and locked eyes with me.
      Oh God, oh God, oh God! Is he Devon?
      Neither of us pulled away from the other, and my heart was no longer beating; it was vibrating with a vengeance.
      Please let him be Devon.
      His steady gaze was paralyzing as he eased forward to pick up his drink and again rested back in his seat. My chest did a rapid rise and fall, and a delicious shiver rippled through me.
      The guy seemed so sure of himself . . . so capable. He looked so much like Devon I was actually wondering if he was.
      But how could he be?
      I realized he was honoring me with a toast when he lifted his drink, giving me a tilted nod. The corner of his beautiful mouth lifted in a debonair smile and . . . zing! Straight through my heart and into my soul!
      Oh, lordy! Stay calm, Elz.
      Trying to come off looking as sophisticated as he had, I lifted my drink and returned his gesture.
      His smile stretched wider at my response, and I was on fire from the crazy chemistry being created between us—a chemistry I was convinced could be felt all around the room and by anyone witnessing it.

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