Title: Enlightened
Author: Melissa Lummis
Genre: Paranormal
Tour Host: Lady
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Synopsis/Blurb
Loti Dupree’s meager healing abilities have been more a curse
than a blessing. What’s the point if she
can’t even save her husband from cancer?
Harboring a painful secret, Loti flees the life they had in a small
Appalachian town for the ashram, the spiritual retreat where she trained to be
a yogini. But she finds herself running
from more than grief when an ominous nightmare sets her on a dangerous path of
self-discovery that challenges everything she believes, and threatens her life.
While dodging psychic attacks from an unknown assailant,
Loti races to understand who and what she is before her enemy can catch up with
her. To make matters worse, events throw her into the arms of a handsome but
frustrating vampire. Love and light are
waiting for her—if she can only figure out how to stay alive.
Micro-Blurb
Loti Dupree fears she may have lost her soul. Harboring a painful secret, she flees her
life in a small Appalachian town for the spiritual retreat where she trained to
be a yogini. But an ominous nightmare sets her on a dangerous path of
self-discovery that challenges everything she believes, threatens her life, and
throws her into the arms of a handsome but frustrating vampire. Love and light are waiting for her—if she can
only figure out how to stay alive.
Tag Lines
What do you get when you mix vampires, yogis and healers?
Enlightened!
Vampires and healers and yogis, OH MY! There’s light and love waiting for Loti
Dupree, if only she can figure out how to stay alive.
Naughty Bit:
He pressed warm lips to her trembling ones. Her head swam
with panic as he slid his arms around her, deepening the kiss. His hands
wandered over her back, skating under her shirt hem and over her warm, bare
skin. When his fingers grazed her flesh, it dawned on her that she was kissing
him back. Her arms were wrapped around his waist, and their stomachs, and lower
things, melded together. Horrified, she shoved Jeremy’s hips away, breaking the
kiss and hissed through gritted teeth, “Stop.”
Jeremy’s eyes were glazed and half hidden by his shaggy
hair. His breath was shallow as one arm fell away from her and the other
gripped the storage rack behind her. She turned away from his broad chest into
his hard, muscular arm.
“Don’t be mad, okay?” he whispered.
Lust and revulsion tangled in her belly as she mumbled,
“Jeremy...please.” She caught her breath. “David. . .”
His arm dropped out of the way, and his fevered eyes cooled
into a careful concern. “Hey, I get it. No explanation necessary.” He wrapped a
hand around hers, giving it a mollifying squeeze. When she didn’t pull back
right away, he leaned his forehead against hers. For a second they both closed
their eyes, Loti yielding to his comforting gesture. When he crept closer, she
splayed her free hand against his chest and shoved.
“That’s enough, Don Juan.”
He stumbled back and she swallowed down the confusing mix
of emotions. Holding him at bay, she extracted her other hand from his as she
scuttled out the door. His chin dropped, eyes still closed, as he drooped
against the wall. Out in the open space of the studio, she took a deep breath
and turned to face him. He stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, his hair
hiding his eyes as he studied his flip flops. His long surfer shorts showed off
muscular calves. How old is he, anyway? 25? She was only 30, but she felt so much older.
“I know I’m a fool, Jeremy.” Her voice shook despite her
careful control.
He looked up through
the curtain of bangs. His light-hearted smile absolved her. “I’ve had a thing
for you for a while.” He shrugged it off and reached down for his yoga mat.
She forced herself to look in his eyes as he straightened.
“I’m not ready.”
He cleared his throat. “So when will you be?” And he flung
the mat over his shoulder.
Her stomach did a flip and she licked the corner of her
mouth. “I don’t know. It’s still fresh.” Her gaze wavered.
Jeremy flicked the hair out of his eyes. “I’m not going to
push it. Don’t worry.” He smiled wider, showing teeth. “But you’ve got to know
how damn hot you are. Maybe when you get back from this trip.”
Loti relaxed the hands she’d balled up. A warm blush
bloomed across her cheeks, and she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, maybe.”
Author Bio:Melissa Lummis considers herself a truth seeker, a peaceful warrior, a paranormal and fantasy writer, an avid reader, a thru-hiker GAàME ’98, a wife, a mother, and a free thinker. She believes the universe conspires to help an adventurer. And if we live our lives as if it is a daring adventure (and it is!), then everything we need will find its way to us.
The author lives in rural Virginia with her husband, two
children, an Alaskan Malamute and a myriad of forest creatures. The nature of her mind dictates that she
write to stay sane. Otherwise, her
fertile imagination takes off on tangents of its own accord, creating scenarios
and worlds that confuse the space-time continuum. Namaste, dear friends.
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