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Bound Souls
(Forever Yours, Book 1)
N.D. Jones
Trade Paperback
Trade Paperback
Digital Edition
255 pages
255 pages
Kuumba Publishing
February 11, 2017
Paranormal Romance, Science Fiction
A supernatural love triangle that tests the bounds of science, truth, and faith.
Regent Lela of Asiya is the most powerful person on her planet but she is powerless to save the life of her beloved soulmate—Zion Grace. For thirty years they lived as husband and wife, but Zion’s time is at an end. Lela must go on without him.
“There will never be anyone else for me.”
Despite having died, nothing can keep Zion from his soulmate. He’s back but not as the man he once was. Zion must help Lela move on with her life, lest he lose her forever. But how can Zion convince Lela to accept the love and affections of another man when he still wants her for himself?
“I love you, Lela. My heart is forever yours.”
Lela and Zion are bound souls, destined to live eternity together. For these lovers, death is not an end, but a fateful beginning.
Regent Lela of Asiya is the most powerful person on her planet but she is powerless to save the life of her beloved soulmate—Zion Grace. For thirty years they lived as husband and wife, but Zion’s time is at an end. Lela must go on without him.
“There will never be anyone else for me.”
Despite having died, nothing can keep Zion from his soulmate. He’s back but not as the man he once was. Zion must help Lela move on with her life, lest he lose her forever. But how can Zion convince Lela to accept the love and affections of another man when he still wants her for himself?
“I love you, Lela. My heart is forever yours.”
Lela and Zion are bound souls, destined to live eternity together. For these lovers, death is not an end, but a fateful beginning.
I just LOVE this excerpt! It's tender, sweet, poignant, and really lets us know who these characters are. I already feel as if they're friends! I like Zion, as well as Lela. I love how he adores his wife, and how she adores him. Okay, this might sound cheesy, but heck, I'm a diehard romantic, so I really go for well-written romance, and this one DEFINITELY fits the bill!
I also like the writing style. It's just perfect for what the author is trying to express. She gives readers just enough details to make them want to know more. And her prose flows. It really does. I could get lost in this book! That's why I'm ordering my own paperback copy of this one!
I also like the writing style. It's just perfect for what the author is trying to express. She gives readers just enough details to make them want to know more. And her prose flows. It really does. I could get lost in this book! That's why I'm ordering my own paperback copy of this one!
It was true, Zion had only three more years left on his
thirty-year life extension. He was tired and felt even more so as the days,
weeks, months and years crept by. Zion
spared a sidelong glance at his wife, whose head was down, eyes closed and hand
still fiercely gripping his own. She wasn't ready for the ride to end either,
yet they both knew it was slowing, preparing to grind to its final halt and he
would have to disembark, leaving her behind.
This thing with Ammon had eaten away at Zion for the last several
months. Yet Ammon was simply an outlet for his own anger, fear, and depression.
He was growing older, his hair thinner and grayer, and his stomach… well, let's
just say he'd had to use the services of a good seamstress over the years. Yet
Lela was still as beautiful and fit as when they'd first met.
Zion didn't begrudge Lela her slow aging or
fine, alluring features. In fact, he loved that about her. What did bother him
was that other men could see what he saw. Everything about Lela exuded
intelligence, grace, dignity, strength, and beauty. Zion learned a long time ago, she could never
see herself the way others did, especially men.
While Zion rarely entertained jealous
thoughts before or cared much when he caught a male giving Lela an approving
look, now he saw nothing but. Under the circumstances, the little signs of
masculine appreciation for his beautiful wife enraged him.
"I'm sorry," Zion spoke into the quiet breach, lifting
Lela’s chin with his bruised hand.
Tears flooded her eyes. Even wet, they
were still the most stunning eyes he’d ever seen. "Picasso marble," Zion thought the first
time she’d looked at him—a combination of black, brown, gray, and white. Back
then, they’d sparkled with intelligence and curiosity, now they glistened with
pain. Lela wasn't ready for this conversation. How could she be?
"No, it's me who should apologize. I
thought you were paranoid, seeing things that didn't exist."
"I acted like a jackass, a
Neanderthal, damn near dragging you out of the banquet room before the function
was over. Hell, I might as well have hoisted you over my shoulder and beat my
chest like a caveman."
He rubbed his thumb across her right
cheek, then lips. "You're an incredible woman, Lela." Zion paused, nearly
biting his tongue on his next words. The ones his selfish heart screamed at him
to not utter. "You'll live for a long time, probably another four or five
decades. I only have three years left. For an Asiyan, you'll be in your prime
when I pass on.” His voice cracked when the held tears dropped from his wife’s
eyes. She knew where he was going with this, Zion realized.
"You'll have to go on without me,
and I don't want you to spend the next fifty years by yourself."
"I won't be by myself. I'll have
Xavier." Lela pushed off the bed and moved away from him. She walked to
the window, refusing to acknowledge the true meaning of his words.
Zion followed, watching her stern but sad
image in the window. Needing to touch and reassure her, he wrapped his arms
around her waist and pulled Lela to him.
"The thought of another man being this close to you," Zion whispered, stirring tendrils of her long hair, "makes me want to commit murder. When I heard Ammon offering for you, it took all of my self-control to not take a laser gun to him. The only thing I kept thinking was that he couldn't have you. That you're mine and mine alone."
"The thought of another man being this close to you," Zion whispered, stirring tendrils of her long hair, "makes me want to commit murder. When I heard Ammon offering for you, it took all of my self-control to not take a laser gun to him. The only thing I kept thinking was that he couldn't have you. That you're mine and mine alone."
"Is that why you've been so angry
these past few months?" She turned in his arms, then rested her head
against his resilient shoulder.
"Yes, and something else."
"What else?"
Zion lifted her chin, compelling her to meet
his eyes.
"I didn't want to acknowledge how
selfish I was being," he said, leaning down and placing a warm, soft kiss
on her lips. "I want you to be happy in those four or five decades you
have left, Lela, but I don't want you to find happiness in the arms of another
man."
"I have no desire to mate with anyone else, or to take a lover," she reassured, initiating another kiss, a desperate embrace full of a wife's integrity and denial. "I can't imagine being with anyone other than you. I love you, Zion. I could never love another."
"I have no desire to mate with anyone else, or to take a lover," she reassured, initiating another kiss, a desperate embrace full of a wife's integrity and denial. "I can't imagine being with anyone other than you. I love you, Zion. I could never love another."
He knew she spoke the truth. He believed
her, but she didn't understand. Zion
did. He'd experienced the loss of a spouse.
"When Iman died, a part of me died
with her. Like you, I thought there would never be anyone else for me. And that
was true for a long time—”
Lela shook her head in protest, not allowing
Zion to
continue. "Don't." A heartbreaking plea. "Don't say such things.
There will never be anyone else for me."
Zion saw the near panic in her upturned face,
her Picasso marble eyes glowing with resolution and despair.
"It's not the same. It just isn't."
It was exactly the same. Yes, what he
felt for Iman was different from the love he had for Lela. But it was love all
the same. Loving Lela didn't mean Iman ceased to occupy a special place in his
heart and mind. A small, warm piece of her and their life together would always
be a part of him. As he would always be a part of Lela, but she couldn't see
it, not now. But someday. Zion
didn't want to think about that and clearly, neither did his wife.
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