Raven Feathers: The Awakening
A new beginning awaits Brenna Terrell on Roanoke Island, but evil stirs
in the shadows. Endowed with gifts from the Raven Clan, she prepares to
battle what lurks in the darkness. The vampires are a threat, but her
biggest challenge will be the man sent to guide her.
Tarian is a demon hunter who has survived hundreds of encounters with
supernatural beings. He has been following a trail of raven feathers across
a continent, searching for the Raven. Powerful and courageous, Tarian is
afraid of nothing, except losing the heart and soul of the only woman he has
As the vampire Rogan plots to open a portal and bind the gypsy witch to him
for all eternity, Roanoke prepares to meet its fate. Brenna and Tarian must
fight for the lives of the colonists and battle an eternal beast for
Brenna’s very soul.
Sensuality Rating: SIZZLING/SCORCHING
Genre: Paranormal Romance: Vampires/Demons
Length: 135,000 words
mystery of Roanoke has always fascinated me. How does an entire group of
colonists simply disappear off the face of the earth, leaving no clues or
bodies behind? The answer may be more paranormal than we think. In my world,
~ Amber ~
Cover Art by Jinger
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5 Pixies: "Amber
Carlton displays her talent for weaving a rich tapestry of characters, secondary
as well as primary. The backdrop of accurate historical detail will inspire
readers to further research the missing Colony. The paranormal atmosphere
combines variant aspects including vampires, Gypsies, Spirit Guardians, and much
more. This novel truly has appeal for nearly every reader.
An excitingly complex, multilayered historical
paranormal erotic romance, Raven Feathers: The Awakening serves up an
original spin on the famous missing colony of Roanoke Island in the 16th
century. Author Amber Carlton's fresh new approach will have readers on the edge
of their seats while steeped in intrigue, escalating sensual tension, paranormal
events, and budding romance. Raven Feathers: The Awakening is the kind of
story that deserves to have a block of time set aside just to savor it, and then
to be placed on the reader's keeper shelf for rereading. This is a novel to curl
up with, to enjoy, to revel in, and then to reread. Raven Feathers: The
Awakening is truly a stimulating novel."
—Frost, Dark Angel Reviews
story is enthralling. You will find yourself swept into another time and place
before you even know it. There is a lot of information as to what is going on in
the story that comes quickly, followed by action. It makes for a moderately
paced book that flows back and forth between Tarian, Brenna, and the community
that she has come to love."
—Amy Parker, ParaNormalRomance
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backed up toward the wall. The shape loomed larger. Massive
shoulders, rounded torso, arms that could lift a felled tree.
called off to a meetin’,” Viccars said. “Ananias Dare came for
him. Be ya knowin’ Chapman is an educated man? Not like me, no,
not like me ‘tal. Chapman can read and write. They need’m to put
all their fancy words down onto the parchment. Everythin’
orderly and tidy, like we was home in England.”
I open the door?” Brenna asked. “It’s dark in here.”
lass,” Viccars said quietly. “Can’t stand the light. Hurts my
sensed him very near, then the stale odor of beer wafted across
her face. Beneath the beer hovered another smell, something
disturbing and rotten. His arms reached out and encased her on
either side. Trapped against the wall, she held her breath and
pushed back into the plaster.
matters anymore,” he said. “Not the words, or the meetins, or
what they be thinkin’. Things are changin’. Can’t ya feel it,
wench? A witch like you ought to feel the tides and the moon and
the changes stirrin’ in the wind, feel the darkness movin’
across the island, see the shadows. Have ya not seen them? Felt
don’t know what you’re talking about, Master Viccars.”
shook his head violently, like a bull preparing to charge. His
eyes flashed with an unnatural glimmer in the gloom.
afeared of ya. Said ya couldn’t be trusted cause of the power
and, oh aye, I can feel it in ya. The power of the witch.”
not a witch,” Brenna said softly.
a lying little bitch ya are,” Viccars said. “Though I’ll forgive
it cause the smell of ya, the sight of ya, ‘tis more than a man
can bear. ‘Tis more than I can bear.”
think you should move away.”
face inched closer and the smell made Brenna gag. She turned her
face toward the wall as his mouth grazed across her cheek, a
thin veil of saliva coating her skin. One of his hands stroked
her hair, and his touch sent a wave of revulsion through her.
warm,” he said. “So much warmer than Elizabeth. Must be that
gypsy blood. That indenture of mine is a lucky man. He’s touched
ya, hasn’t he? What kinds of things does he do to ya in the
get away,” Brenna whispered.
much beauty, too much woman. ‘Tis sinful. Ya ripened on the
voyage, gypsy. You’ll be needin’ a man in this land, not a boy
like Nick Johnson. I have enough for ya, wench. Elizabeth need
never know and if Johnson doesna want to share, we’ll take care
of him good and proper.”
pressed his face into her hair, inhaling deeply, and groaned,
his swollen belly pushing toward her. His hand swept across her
shoulder, leaving a sensation of squirming maggots burrowing
into the soft flesh of her body, seeping into her pores,
wiggling through her veins. The saliva on her skin dried to a
hard crust that ate at her flesh like acid. His hands roamed the
length of her body, moving over the curves inside the too-tight
dress and his thumb flickered over the swell of her breast.
Brenna stifled a moan deep in her throat.
know what ya need, gypsy girl. I can smell it on ya.”
grabbed her hips, pulling her roughly toward his groin. Her
stomach clenched as fear shot through her.
wanted to scream, but if someone heard, there would be
questions, stares, accusations. She knew what the villagers
thought of her. She was foreign, different, a beautiful face on
a lush body, an exotic flower in a field of weeds. Beautiful to
watch, to lust after, to discuss in dark places, to dream of, to
envy. But so different from them. Never accepted, never
scream wound through her body, seeking an outlet. Close to
panic, she vibrated with fear. She didn’t have the strength to
push him away but she had to do something. She moved her arms
between them and her open palms met the rough cloth of his
shirt. A warm tingle pulsated through her arm and, as she
prepared to push against his chest, a tiny spark of light
fluttered near her hand. Abruptly, the cottage blazed with
hurled backwards, his startled scream echoing in the cottage. He
choked and cursed, his hand pressed to the front of his shirt.
He fell hard and sprawled across the floorboard, his dirty gray
hair whipping across his face. His breath came in hard gasps and
the whites of his eyes shone in the darkness.
did ya do?” he demanded. He staggered to his feet and lurched
several steps toward her, but stopped dead as a grimace of pain
slashed across his face.
she choked. “I barely touched you.”
gypsy hex,” he whispered. His round eyes stared at her through
the darkness, a deadly mix of horror and revenge. “I’ll be seein
the council about ya. What did ya do to me?”
legs buckled beneath her, and she slumped against the wall for
support. “Nothing. Just stay away from me.”
be trouble comin’, gypsy. So much trouble not even Peyton will
be able to help ya.”
fumbled with the latch of the door, desperate, but paused when
she heard her name ooze from his lips like an oily curse.
Reluctantly, she turned back towards him.
be comin’, pretty one, and you’ll answer for this. Gypsy hexes
will not help ya on judgment day. The Captain knows.”
yanked the door open and staggered into the sunlight.
muttered as his mouth roamed her face, down her throat. “All
night I tried to track them. I searched everywhere but I felt
nothing but you. I am lost and useless without you. What have
you done to me? All I can think of is you.”
lips covered hers again and she yielded to his kiss, drawing
herself tighter to him.
inside,” he said. “I have to have you. I can’t wait another day,
another hour, another moment.”
something’s happened. Things have begun.”
hand fumbled with the latch as his mouth captured hers once
again. She tried to talk, but it was impossible. She too was
lost, filled with ache, need, desire that spiraled through her
and stole her breath. The door crashed open, and they
practically fell inside.
body forced her across the room, his hands struggling with the
laces of her dress. A ripping sound filled her ears as he
frantically tore at the ties. When his hand plunged inside the
bodice, covering her breast, kneading, trying to touch every
inch of her flesh, fire coursed through her body, and she forgot
every word she needed to say.
mouth found hers again. She turned her face, needing him to know
how much he meant to her. “Don’t ever leave me like that again.”
promise. I will say anything you want.”
clawed at her skirt, sweeping it up. He pushed her toward the
curtain, practically ripping it from the ceiling as he yanked it
away. Brenna’s hand caught the edge of his breeches, drawing him
closer, needing him closer, and he smashed into her, raking his
hands into her hair and locking his mouth on hers.
fell to the bed, and she clutched the back of his neck. His hand
wrenched the dress above her hips, the calluses of his hand
rough on the skin of her thigh. He paused only a moment to tear
at the strings of his breeches. He pushed the leather over his
hips with one hand while his knee forced her legs apart.
wanted it to be different than this the first time.” He reached
between them, and she felt a feathery whisper between her legs.
“But I can’t stop. I need you now.”
don’t stop,” she whispered. “I need you too.”
groaned. “Are you willing? Please tell me you’re willing.”
she gasped. She pulled him closer.
you want me?”
you,” she whispered. “Don’t think, don’t talk, and for God’s
sake, don’t stop.”
feathery whisper turned into a hard prodding that offered the
fulfillment of a promise. She opened her thighs wider to accept
him. She focused on his eyes, dark, deep pools of hunger. She
grabbed his hips and yanked him closer.
taking so long?” she grumbled. “We’ve waited too long already.”
that he was here, his flesh, his scent, the silky sweep of his
hair face consumed her. And that hard length against her thigh
drove her insane.
it is, not right now,” Brenna said. “Push inside. Don’t worry
moved his manhood, spreading their moisture across her aching
flesh. The touch of him felt unbearable and Brenna arched her
hips, eager to feel him inside. He spread her soft folds and for
one moment Brenna tensed, preparing herself to accept him.
pushed forward, one gentle press, entering her body a fraction
of an inch. Brenna held her breath.
might hurt,” he whispered.
larger than some and you’re a maiden.”
you trying to talk me out of it now?”
may not like it this time.”
we’ll do it again,” she said. She grabbed his face and forced
him to look at her. She gave him a stern look. “Stop talking,
Tarian. We’ve waited long enough. I’m ready, damn it! Just make
nodded. She tucked her face into his neck preparing for the
worst. He smeared more fluid across her flesh and pulled away
slightly. Just when she wondered what on earth he was doing, his
hips rose under her hands, and he slid a little further between
her folds. She waited and waited and nothing else happened. She
knew nothing about lovemaking, but there had to be more than
that. He stiffened above her.
on!” she cried. “Don’t stop. I can’t wait any longer. What are
you doing? I can’t feel you.”
hell,” he groaned.
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