The Basilisk’s Creed Omnibus
“The Basilisk’s Creed Omnibus” by Eme Strife
Published on… 19 September 2014
Published as… New Adult Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy
About the Book
Immerse yourself in the first omnibus of Eme Strife’s addictive, sexy, enchanting, and surreal New Adult series. Each page will leave you even more enthralled than the last, on the edge of your seat, and vigorously chomping at the bit for more.
Note: This is NOT like anything you’ve ever read before. Proceed knowing you have been told.
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Moving to San Francisco was a decision twenty-three year old Elisheva Tilton thought would change her hard life in Little Rock, Arkansas, for the better. Yet, Eli still finds herself living in shambles and being constantly stressed out just to make ends meet in the Big Bad Bay.
And the stress only piles on when the most unusual of things begin to happen around her—including the mysterious disappearance of the Atlantic Ocean—and even more so when she strangely meets the unlikely individual who would irrevocably change her life forever; a gorgeous, unbelievably sexy, and sophisticated high-ranking soul reaper.
This series contains graphic sexual content, violence, and strong language. Because of its explicit nature, it is intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised.
An Excerpt from The Basilisk’s Creed Omnibus
I was too stunned to speak…to move…to do anything but stare at him like a frickin’ idiot.
In a few quick strides, he was now in front of me and towered over me with intimidation fuming from his body. “I asked you a question,” he barked.
I just kept staring in awe.
Which apparently only infuriated him. He narrowed his eyes and glared at me in the most unapologetic way. He looked unbelievably menacing. It made me extremely uncomfortable, and yet, I still couldn’t look away.
We just kept staring into each other’s eyes…something I found bizarre and weird, because I normally couldn’t maintain eye contact to save my life, especially with eyes as vibrant and intense as his. They were a mix of teal and cornflower blue…really intense, really commanding, and really, really sexy.
I had seen pretty eyes before, but these were just…stunning. Beyond stunning, even. They were pure power.
Shit, did I mention they were sexy?
Oh my God, was I getting turned on? This stranger was yelling and glaring at me like I had killed his family dog and I was getting hot and bothered by him! What the hell was wrong with me?
I broke eye contact in embarrassment and for fear that I would drench my panties if I kept looking at him.
Holy cow, he’s hot. Spicy hot.
There was dead silence for a moment, and while I wondered why he was keeping silent all of a sudden, I couldn’t bring myself to look at him again just yet. Suddenly, his deep voice reverberated in the room.
“You find me attractive?” he quietly asked.
That stunned me. In shocked reflex I quickly looked up to meet his eyes again and found that his previously hard glare had softened somewhat and become more neutral. I looked at him in confusion and embarrassment. I wasn’t sure I had heard him right.
Had I said what I thought of him out loud? I didn’t remember saying anything.
He spoke again. “You’re right. You didn’t actually say anything. But you did think it.”
I couldn’t help but stare at him with what was probably the most quizzical expression I’d ever had plastered across my face.
Oh, my God. He could read my mind? How was that possible? Was he a soothsayer? One of those palm-readers, maybe?
“H-How…how do you know what I’m thinking?” I stuttered like the confused idiot I was at the moment.
He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “I can read your energy. You’re pretty transparent.”
I raised my eyebrow on reflex.
Transparent? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I am so not transparent. Hell, last time I checked, I was pretty darn opaque.
He spoke again. “I meant transparent in terms of your expressions and body language, not your physical appearance—”
I cut him off and rolled my eyes. “I know what you meant. And would you stop reading my mind? It’s rude.”
“It’s not like I’m trying to pry. You’re practically screaming the words,” he countered.
I crossed my arms over my chest in defiance. “I haven’t said a single word. You are prying. Cover your ears or something, then.”
He chuckled at that. He had such an attractive chuckle…
Ugh, not that again! Get it the fuck together, Eli. He can tell you’re as hot as a horn dog for him, you know.
Okay, I needed to get out of there before I made a complete ass out of myself in front of this mind-reading man.
Who, by the way, was yelling at you just a minute ago, I reminded myself.
Just as I was about to take a step to walk past him, he stopped me in one effortless motion, cornering me against the pulpit with his arm.
I was trapped between the marble podium and his big body.
About the Author
Eme is an unconventional New Adult Paranormal and Contemporary Romance writer (and a bit of a cynic) who might be going through a quarter-life crisis even though she is in denial of it. Lucky for her, she has several sarcastic, upbeat, and severely vulgar imaginary friends to give her some semblance of normalcy.
She loves writing about said imaginary friends – although she does so mostly because they never seem to shut the hell up.
She’s also addicted to Family Guy, American Dad, and Pandora (the online radio app, not the evil box), drinks an ungodly amount of Red Bull at any given time, wants to marry Seth MacFarlane at some point, and occasionally eats bacon and popcorn together (^_^).
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