Title: The Phoenix Decree
Series: The Phoenix Decree Saga #1
Author: Anna Albergucci
Genre: Time Travel/PNR
Release Date: August 7, 2017
How far would you go to pursue your heart’s desire?
When Devon Phoenix, a 19th century Englishman, becomes linked to his soul mate through the discovery of a buried family secret, his world tips on its axis. It then slips entirely when he learns that she will need his protection from men who will be drawn to her because of her lineage—men he thought to be only myths. If Devon is to claim her heart, he must achieve the impossible—cross nearly two centuries into present day to find her.
Out clubbing one night, Boston artist and history buff Elz Valli has no idea her orderly life is about to be turned upside-down. Coming face-to-face with Devon, she quickly realizes that this striking and intellectual man not only looks like the twelfth Duke of Seton—he is. The scandalous events that follow put the pendulum in motion, as his mere presence jeopardizes the woman he came through time to save…
Though Devon’s love subjugates the chains of time, it is not without cost. Will Devon’s battle scars be in vain, or will he be able to protect Elz from the powers that will attach themselves to her?
This book is intended for mature audiences.
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… Ah! 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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Ryder’s Club, Boston, Massachusetts
Present day
Devon Phoenix
Elz let her head fall back against my chest and rolled her hips in slow circles with the music, her arse rubbing across my cock. I sucked a breath—Goddamn—and tugged her hard against me as I drove forward, my thighs and arse tightening.
Those teasing sweeps across the ravenous flesh beneath my zipper had just got us both in serious trouble. My movements might have appeared smooth and flowing, but they were no longer the movements of a mere dance—no, they were the movements of a man adoring his lover’s body with his own. And I was shocked that Elz was returning the adoration.
I molded into her body and pressed my lips to her ear, my voice clear and crazed with need, Oh, cara, I want you badly. You’re torturing me again. And you taste and smell so good, just as I always knew you would.
Elz went still, and I was terrified she would pull away. I had no idea what she was thinking or why she had stopped. Trembling, she squeezed my thigh and said, My God, it really is you, Devon. What the—? Hearing my name cross her lips, I spun her around to face me.
Baffled, I gripped her shoulders and stared into her eyes. You know exactly who I am? My name and everything? Seeing the answer on her face as she nodded, I squeezed my eyes closed and whispered thanks to God.
When I opened them I knew He had delivered me from my hell, and I came near to weeping. I hadn’t expected anything of the kind but had been prepared to go undercover in order to win Elz. Yet she stood before me accepting and returning my affections with full knowledge of who I was and that I was here from the nineteenth century.
Gripped by intense emotion, I searched her face for the smallest hint of uncertainty. There was none. There was only her undeniable desire for me. Please, Lord, let me kiss her. I whispered, Elz. May I please— but before I could finish or she could answer, she grabbed my face and pulled me fast and hard to her mouth.
The kiss was greedy. God! Pulling her into my starving arms, I swallowed her up with the same ravenous passion and was rocketed heavenward. We were gluttonous, eating from one another’s mouths as though our deeply entangled lives depended upon it; we took what we wanted, feasting on the pleasures.
Famished, I not only took from her lips and tongue, I indulged in craved bites within salty kisses from her cheeks, eyes, forehead, neck, and soon to be every other part of her. My hands were everywhere. Her hands were everywhere. They traveled over each other’s bodies like greedy pirates searching for treasure.
She felt like heaven, and I was shameless with unleashed desire. She was as lost to the madness as I, and her fingers were suddenly down my jeans. Sweet fuck!
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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
(The Phoenix Decree Saga #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 . . .
Phoenix Under Siege
(The Phoenix Decree Saga #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
(The Phoenix Decree Saga #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
(The Phoenix Decree Saga #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.
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.
Anna loves to hear from her readers.
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