Awakening Macy (title may change)
An erotic sci-fi romance novel.
Meet the Jelvias, masters of corruption and killers of human beings.
When journalist Macy stumbles onto a story of a lifetime—a Jelvia with humanity—she investigates and comes across a devilishly handsome Jelvia, called Narcifer. And when fate works her way and pushes them together Macy seizes her chance to go after an interview.
Her best friend, however, dismisses that it’s down to fate and warns Macy that Narcifer has been following her because the newspaper she works for is owned by an enemy of the Jelvian government.
But Macy, overpowered by her own emotions as Narcifer pushes her boundaries and unlocks all her inhibitions in a weekend of sex, spankings and more sex, wants nothing more than to forget her friend’s warnings and the newspaper she works for.
But then she overhears Narcifer on the phone: he’s going to kill her.
Narcifer isn’t all he claims to be, and Macy finds herself in a very dangerous situation.
Is Narcifer her lover or her destroyer?
Contains mature themes.
Jelvia: Not Human
She opened her car door as invisible eyes scorched her back. She turned and looked. There was no one. She was being silly. Then something caught her eye on the roof of the shop nearby.
She stared at the unmoving, crouching shadow on the roof, and felt it stare back at her. The moonlight caught its reflective eyes and the gaze pierced right through her. The Jelvia rose until he was standing. Wind tugged at his coat, making him appear even more outlandish.
He turned, superhuman fast, and jumped from the roof of the shop to land on the roof of the next building. He made no sound. And then he was gone from sight. Macy was freaked out. It was dark, her friend had been attacked, and someone had died. She scrambled inside her car. She closed the door and dug in her pocket for the keys, but her car shuddered, and Macy’s head snapped up in alarm. The Jelvia was standing in front of her car, hands on the bonnet as if to prevent it from moving. He leaned in to peer through the windscreen.
Macy began another frantic search of her pockets for the car keys as he took one hand off the bonnet and beckoned her out of her car.
Macy shook her head.
The Jelvia cocked his head at her as if regarding her. The black eyes, already shadowed by the night, appeared to be empty black orbs in the Jelvia’s skull.
He dangled her car keys in front of her.
Macy stared into eyes that were nothing but complete darkness and felt a shiver trickle down her spine—she’d never been this close to a Jelvia before and could finally appreciate the words of those who encountered them: ‘It wasn’t only their eyes that were black, their whole being was as well.’
As she looked into those eyes it really did feel as if his soul was enveloped in darkness. She waited for the feeling of intense terror, that people are said to feel, but none came. Logic told her his venom could pierce through the windscreen and kill her where she sat, and she should be scared, yet scared wasn’t an adjective she could use.