Surrounded by Crimson

by Lexi Ander

Surrounded by Crimson - Lexi Ander - Sumeria's Sons
Editions:Kindle - Third Edition: $ 3.99 USD
ISBN: 9780463732205
Pages: 162

Tristan has agreed to bond with Ushna, but there is still much to do. Returning to Tribe Enkidu puts everyone on edge, and Tristan is being stalked like prey. It doesn't help that he fights depression as he mourns the loss of Nikita, or that claiming his birthright becomes a battle of wills with the Elder Council. The pleading of his adoptive daughter only adds to the oppressive feeling.

 

Stumbling onto a secret prison while searching for Ushna leads Tristan to risk everything to free a lost God. But breaking the bond to his Twin Flame all those years ago has more repercussions than Tristan knew, and the assistance of a forgotten Goddess and a centuries-old lover may not be enough to save him.

 

 

Surrounded by Crimson is the 4th book in the Sumeria's Sons series and features a poly (M/M/M) relationship that includes male pregnancy (mpreg). This book was previously released by another publisher and has been re-edited.

 

Surrounded by Crimson is the 4th book in the Sumeria's Sons series and features a poly (M/M/M) relationship and includes male pregnancy (mpreg).

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Excerpt:

9 days until the birth of the heirs to the Seat of Zeev, the Wolf Throne.

 

"He said yes!"

My consort, Ushna Ahura-Yazda, bellowed throughout the house. Curious over the obvious excitement, my sister, Neesie Janick, stepped into the hallway. We watched with bright smiles as my usually quiet and reserved husband announced to everyone listening that I had agreed to bond with him.

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For us, this was indeed something special. We were Lycan descendants of Gilgamesh and Enkidu and blessed by the God Shamash with a Twin Flame. Ushna had lost his Flame when we were boys. I broke the bond with mine several years ago. We had both experienced losses that were known to kill strong men, but together we nursed each other through the deep despair that had plagued us. We'd built a future together and in nine days we would be fathers. I listened to Ushna's shouting and grinned happily. I ran my hand over my much-distended stomach. By a miracle of the Gods, I was very pregnant with twin boys.

Just minutes ago, I had consented to magically tie my soul to Ushna's. Different from the bond between Twin Flames, the words of an unusual spell would allow our spirits to be complete in this lifetime. In the future, when Ushna was reborn, he would be free of any tie to me and able to find his Twin Flame. I'd walk alone because the bond to my Flame had been irreversibly broken. But I wasn't afraid. Revelations from last night had given me hope that my future would be entwined with Ushna's since he'd been a part of my past. So when Ushna asked, I agreed. He rushed through the house with unrestrained joy, announcing my acceptance to any who would listen.

I took my sister's hand. "Neesie, would you speak to Gregori? I need to know what is required for the ritual to bind Ushna and me together. I'd like to have everything ready when we take that step."

Gregori Borchetta, a Magi of great power, was my friend and trusted advisor. I'd need his help to put together the ingredients for the binding ceremony.

Neesie regarded me with her big brown eyes, a single thick braid of hair draped over her shoulder. Her smile was infectious. "Sure. I'll have it taken care of before we leave tomorrow for Georgia."

I squeezed her hand then headed to the kitchen. My advisor Hakim, a priest of Shamash, waited for me when I walked in. I wouldn't say we'd quarreled last night, but we'd had a difference of opinion regarding the dreams and whether or not they were of a past life. Everyone in the kitchen greeted me warmly, exclaiming over Ushna's announcement. I blushed furiously from the attention as I grabbed a glass of orange juice and sat down at the breakfast table.

It was unnerving how Hakim watched me. I hated the tension between us and rubbed my hand over my pocket where I'd put the journal—Nikita's journal. The book was proof my dreams were more than fantasy. Ushna allowed me to hold onto the diary for the time being. To have something of Nikita's close was bittersweet.

Every Lycan had a destined Twin Flame, someone who was our perfect match. Ushna's Twin Flame Brian had died when we were children, but recently I'd had dreams of Ushna and his Flame in a past incarnation. Nikita had been his name then. He and Ushna loved me, wanted to claim me, but I'd been afraid it would break their bond, and I denied them. When discussing the dream of my previous life last night, Hakim voiced his doubts, believing they were nothing but simple dreams. I'd been angry with him even though I understood his reticence.

"Xenres," Hakim said hesitantly. I gave him an encouraging smile. "Could I have a moment of your time this morning?"

"Hakim, you never have to ask. Come. Sit with me."

Pulling out a chair, he placed a large tome on the table in front of him. Ushna entered the kitchen, vibrant and laughing, an arm around Gregori.

Gregori gave me a kiss on the cheek and a brief squeeze to the shoulder, whispering, "It's about damn time you got your heads out of your asses."

Ushna playfully pushed him away and gave me a scorching kiss that left me a little breathless. My gaze followed him to the coffee pot. Hakim and I were already sitting at the kitchen table with the ranch foreman, Randy Aikman, and my childhood friend, Stanley Kendall. Both were speaking with Bixx Decimus, the leader of the Ophidians who had once been the personal guard to the Lycan kings.

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About the Author

Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.