Ghost Phoenix (27 page)

Marian clenched her jaw and focused, starting with her arms and legs, counting seconds until her entire body was immaterial. She let herself float several feet in the air, until she was even with the throne.

She passed through the curtain at the back, came out behind the throne, passed through the chair and the Queen herself and floated back to Richard's side.

The Queen had not moved. But she was blinking furiously. As Marian regained solid form and took Richard's hand, Marshal winked at her and smiled. “An angel indeed.”

“Yes, certainly. We welcome you, Marian.”

The Queen kissed her cheek formally. Marian sighed inwardly with relief.

“Hmm…” Eleanor looked past them, to Daz. “A fine looking man-at-arms. You are both to be commended.”

“Uh, thanks, Lady Queen,” Daz said.

“Sir Montoya, would you please escort me to my table? I need someone to keep the raff off in this crowd of favor seekers.”

“Uh, yeah, sure, uh, Your Grace.”

He offered her his arm and she took it. Daz glanced back at Richard, his face pleading. Richard shrugged.
You're on your own, buddy,
Marian translated to herself.

Marshal joined them, his eyes all for Eleanor.

“The Queen,” Richard said to Marshal, “always did favor loyal knights.”

“Handsome loyal knights, of course.” Marshal said. “I expect she will be tolerably amused all evening by your friend. He is likely to be very good for her.” Marshal clapped Richard's shoulder. “Glad to see it all went well, boy. Even happier to see you reconciled.”

“Ah, about that. Are you on board now with my plans?”

“To go public, a little at a time? I am. The Queen is still deciding, but I believe being the center of attention will appeal to her. And she wants to meet the firestarter, the telepath and the man who could defeat Edward. Of the three, I expect she will adore the firestarter. The other two, well, we'll see. But
I
like Beth Nakamora already.”

“Good,” Richard said.

“For someone so dangerous, Alec's kinda adorable,” Marian added.

“Always a plus.” Marshal bowed to them and followed in the wake behind the Queen.

Richard wrapped his arms around Marian from behind. She settled into the comfort of his embrace. “Do I have to call you Your Highness now?” she asked.

“An angel outranks any king, my love.”

“Stellar,” she said.

About the Author

Corrina Lawson is a writer, mom, geek and sometime superhero. She is a former newspaper reporter with a degree in journalism from Boston University. She turned to writing fiction after her twins were born (they were kids three and four) to save her sanity.

Her books include
 
The Curse of the Brimstone Contract
, a romantic steampunk mystery, the alternate history Seneca series:
Freya's Gift
, 
Dinah of Seneca
and
Eagle of Seneca
, and the superhero romance stories from Samhain:
Phoenix Rising, Luminous
and
Phoenix Legacy 
and the upcoming
 Ghost Phoenix, Ghosts of Christmas Past
, and
Phoenix Inheritance.
She also is the co-writer of 
The GeekMom Book
, which was published by the Potter Craft division of Crown Publishing in October 2012.

Corrina is currently Content Director of
Geek Mom
and a core contributor to its brother site,
Geek Dad
.

You can reach her via her website,
www.Corrina-Lawson.com

Her Facebook page:
www.facebook.com/corrina.lawson

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www.twitter.com/corrinalawson

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Look for these titles by Corrina Lawson

Now Available:

Freya's Gift

The Curse of the Brimstone Contract

The Phoenix Institute

Phoenix Rising

Phoenix Legacy

Luminous

Coming Soon:

The Phoenix Institute

Ghosts of Christmas Past

Phoenix Inheritance

He was born to be a weapon. For her, he must learn to be a hero.

Phoenix Rising

© 2011 Corrina Lawson

The Phoenix Institute, Book 1

Since birth, Alec Farley has been trained to be a living weapon. His firestarter and telekinetic abilities have been honed to deadly perfection by the Resource, a shadowy anti-terrorist organization—the only family he has ever known. What the Resource didn't teach him, though, is how to play well with others.

When psychologist Beth Nakamora meets Alec to help him work on his people skills, she's hit with a double-barreled first impression. He's hot in more ways than one. And her first instinct is to rescue him from his insular existence.

Her plan to kidnap and deprogram him goes awry when her latent telepathic ability flares, turning Alec's powers off. Hoping close proximity will reignite his flame, she leads him by the hand through a world he's never known. And something else flares: Alec's anger over everything he's been denied. Especially the passion that melds his mind and body with hers.

The Resource, however, isn't going to let anything—or anyone—steal its prime investment. Alec needs to be reminded where his loyalties lie…starting with breaking his trust in the woman he's come to love.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Phoenix Rising:

“I'm sorry for staring. I've haven't seen your equipment up close before.”

“Hah!” He sat in an easy chair to lace up his boots. “You know you can see my equipment anytime you ask.”

“Um, that's not quite what I had in mind.” Alec had charmed her. Lansing had been right about that. She hadn't counted on him being so genuinely interested in her.

At least she'd had the willpower not to touch Alec's hand and risk that intense jolt of energy a second time. Just being around him was seductive enough.

Alec shrugged at her refusal, walked back to the bed and loaded a clip into his handgun. Some sort of pistol, though she had no idea exactly what kind. Philip would have known. Alec's eyes narrowed as he double-checked the weapon. For a moment, he was completely the competent military officer.

Satisfied, he set it down and turned to face her. He frowned, on uncertain ground again.

“Did anyone ever show you a life without guns?”

He raised one of those perfect eyebrows, oozing more confidence than ten men. Who wouldn't have that confidence, if fire literally danced to their command?

“You know, I thought Lansing agreed too quickly to send you. Did he want you to check up on me?”

“No.” But it would be like Lansing to say that he had.

“Hah. I think you're a bad liar, counselor. A life without guns? That's the kind of leading question that he uses to test me.”

“I'm not lying.” Not about that. “No, it's the first time I've seen you prepare for a mission. It worries me.” She looked down at the dark carpet and scuffed her feet. “I have doubts about what you're doing. I think you're not seeing the big picture.” Like how your foster father is using you to gain power and influence, at the risk of your life. “You don't have to put your gift to this use. There are so many other things you can do that don't involve violence.”

Or the possibility of being killed.

Philip had been terrified at letting her walk into danger. Looking at Alec, she knew how Philip felt. Just how dangerous was this mission tonight?

“Only I can do what I can do,” Alec said.

“Which is all the more reason not to risk your life so recklessly.” She was pushing too hard, out of fear. No choice now. She'd run out of time.

“I'm not reckless,” he said. “I'm as careful as I can be.”

“With weapons and body armor? If you're doing something careful, you don't need them.”

He buckled on the body armor and walked over to her, so that they were only a few feet apart. He towered over her, even more than Lansing, but she didn't feel the least bit afraid of him, not since their first meeting. He wouldn't hurt her. Despite his work as a soldier, there was no meanness in him. She rubbed her arm, remembering Lansing's anger. Alec wasn't like him at all.

“I like doing this,” Alec said. “I make a difference. It's what I'm trained for.”

“Yes, I know. But you never had a say in any of that training. You've told me that.”

“Fighting the bad guys is family tradition.” He straightened. “Lansing's too old now, so it's my turn. It happens all the time. Daz has the same deal, on both the American and the Filipino sides of his family.”

“Daz didn't grow up isolated in this place.”

“Yeah, well, Daz didn't have to worry about accidentally burning down the schoolyard as a kid. I did.” He shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you seriously trying to talk me out of going tonight? C'mon.”

“I'm trying to get you to reconsider what you've been forced into doing for your entire life. There's a whole world out there you haven't seen.”

She walked over to the coffee table, reached down and brushed her fingertips over the gun. Her hand trembled. The gun looked like the same kind that her kidnappers had used, years ago. If he stayed with the Resource, Alec might become like those men, using any ends to justify the means.

“Hey! What's with the nerves? Where's my competent, no-nonsense counselor?”

The gun rose from the coffee table, floating in air. She turned and followed its flight. He snatched the gun out of midair with a smile and holstered it.

“See?” he said. “I control the guns, not the other way around.”

“And who controls you?”

His chest, Kevlar vest and all, rose and fell in a deep sigh. “I know someone in this room who's trying to control me. What's wrong, Beth?” He walked to her and lifted her chin with two fingers, his dark eyes crinkling around the edges.

“This is not a life you chose, this is a life that's been imposed on you, from birth.”

“And?” His fingertips moved along her jaw, in a soft caress. I should move away. It feels too good. But he's listening.

“I'm scared. About this mission, about you being locked up inside the Resource forever.” Deathly afraid, so afraid her stomach felt like a heavy lump of coal. “There's so much you don't know about the Resource and about Lansing, so much you don't understand. And you need to know it before it kills you.”

“Hey, I know Lansing can be a bastard. And that he's overprotective and controlling. I'm working on it. But it doesn't change the fact that this is my job.” Alec leaned closer to her face. “We can talk about that another time.”

“Do you really think there's going to be another time?” Her voice rose, almost panicked now. She wasn't getting through. “What if you get hurt tonight?”

“Look, this cell might have a dirty bomb. They need to be stopped, and I'm the one who can do it. I have to do this, right now.”

“Just that simple?”

“Yep. I walk away, people get hurt. I do my job, people are saved. That's the deal, that's my life. You analyze things too much.” He cupped her face in his hand. “But if it took this mission to find out you care, then good.”

She shuddered. Wrong, wrong, she shouldn't let him touch her like this. Yet it felt like he touched her somewhere far deeper than her skin. A shiver, like the one from their first meeting, traveled from her neck to her toes, setting her nerves jangling. “This is wrong.”

“The mission isn't wrong,” he said, misunderstanding her. “Relax.” His face was less than an inch from her lips and his breath fell on her cheek. Her skin felt inflamed, sensitive to the slightest movement of his hands.

He kissed her.

His lips were softer than she had expected, tender, not at all like his casual, even macho, confidence. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling those strong muscles and pulling him against her, intensifying their contact, even as her mind screamed in protest. This is not what I came for!

Her body became enveloped in that strange energy, alive as never before. It was like the kiss had a second level, one which she responded to instinctively, creating a living connection between them. He drew her lips apart with his tongue, still tender, still allowing her the chance to back away. But she opened her mouth to him instead, her whole self consumed with wanting to touch him, her face flushed with desire. She grabbed the buckles of his body armor for balance, her equilibrium lost along with her reason.

He crushed her against him, no longer tender, a bruising kiss demanding conquest. She allowed him full control, despite the buckles digging into her shoulder. He lifted her completely off her feet and brought her up to his eye level.

“Beth,” he breathed, brushing his lips against her neck before moving back to her mouth.

Her mind whirled, too lost to remember that she should stop him. She wanted him too much. The air heated up, warming them. The papers on the coffee table began to smoke.

Startled, she broke the kiss. There was a momentary disorientation, like a soft mental slap. The tingling stopped. Her skin went cold.

She let her head fall to his shoulder and closed her eyes. Her last chance to reach Alec and she'd blown it. More, she'd crossed all ethical boundaries. Yet his arms around her felt so right.

Alec spun around and set her into his easy chair. He swallowed, breathing heavily, his face and neck flushed. Staring at the papers on the table, he reached out a hand and they burst into real flame. He twisted his wrist, calling to the fire. It came to him, wrapping itself around his wrist like a bracelet. He smiled, blinked, and the fire vanished.

He whistled through his teeth. “Wow. You are some kind of hot, counselor, to set me off like that. I usually have to think about creating fire.”