Beauty on Fire Excerpt

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An excerpt from BEAUTY ON FIRE.

copyright (c) TUESDAY MORRIGAN, 2008.

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“And what is the price?”

When the saleswoman responded, Tamia was so surprised by the size of the number she stumbled. There were way too many zeros in that price tag to justify the ring. Even if it was the largest real opal she’d ever seen.

The blonde stammered something about ridiculous prices, and Tamia found herself silently agreeing with her. Several seconds later the shop door closed.

“Would you like to try it on?”

Tamia turned at the soft, melodic sound of the saleswoman’s voice. The woman was beautiful. Her skin was just as dark as Tamia’s warm mahogany skin, but hers seemed to glow with an inner light. And her features… full lips, large, bright ebony eyes, and high cheekbones. The aboriginal woman was the epitome of dark beauty.

Tamia glanced down at the woman’s nametag. Marie, it read. She gave her a soft smile.
“I don’t think so, Marie.”

“I’m not asking you to purchase it. Just try it on.”

The soft way she uttered the words called out to something deep and bright inside of Tamia. A blinding flash of a memory not yet experienced shot through her.

He was with her, asking, no demanding that she give him the chance to make her every erotic fantasy come true.

She blinked and found herself standing in front of the display. Marie held out the ring for her to try on. She reached for it instinctively and slipped it on the third finger of her right hand. It fit perfectly.

The moment the ring slipped into its resting place, a sense of calmness overcame her. Warmth brushed over her, cleansing her body with its whispery touch.
She had found a little part of what she had been searching for. Her eyes closed.

The vision came to her immediately.

He was on a black beach. A dawning sky with pale pink and gold hues stood behind him. The air was heavy with wet moisture. The temperature was hot, the summer air thickening with the rise of the sun. The dark colour of the sand was all the more surprising with the white waves washing up against the shore. The water lapped at his naked feet.

Slowly, Tamia lifted her gaze, taking in every inch of his golden body. His skin was lightly tanned, a soft luminescent tone. His body was strong, with tightly developed muscles. He wore dark brown leather pants that were moulded to the thick column of his thighs. She followed the dusting of almost white, blonde hair over his torso. Her gaze continued upwards, over the strong column of his throat, the chiselled planes of his handsome face until she reached his all knowing eyes.

The knowledge in his bright green gaze stole her breath.

He was dying.

There was so much pain in his eyes her heart lurched as her soul cried out in protest of his misery.

“Don’t let go. Don’t leave me.” She silently cried out the words as she stepped towards him. He was her everything. The one thing that completed her. The man she’d been searching for. He could not leave her to suffer the cold, miserable world alone.

“I have no choice, my love. My fate, our fate, no longer lies in my hands. I have waited eons. Almost too long. Time steals what is left of my strength. Time steals me from you…”
Tamia reached out and brushed her fingertips across his cheek. No moisture lay there, but she knew he was crying. Silently. Inside. For their loss.

“I refuse to let you go. You’ve come to mean everything to me. Where can I find you? How can I make you mine? How can I stop…?” Your death, she wanted to say, but knew they were not the words either of them needed to hear. She thought back to the words he’d spoken. “How can I stop time from taking you away?”

“You must follow me into the fire while wearing the shield of love. Only then can I leave my cage and join us together for eternity.”

“What…?”

He shook his head before Tamia could say anymore. “I want to love you before you wake. I want you remember what I feel for you,” he whispered as he lowered his head.

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