Book Title: Over the Emerald Valley: MM Paranormal Fantasy
Author and Publisher: Lee
Cover Artist: Natasha
Release Date: April 28,
Genre: MM Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
Tropes: Forced Proximity, Sex-worker, Only One Bed
Themes: Things are never black and white, they’re usually
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 61 000 words/ 250
It is a standalone story within
a series that you don’t need to read at all to understand this book.
It does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Life as a concubine to the devious Viceroy Abasi isn’t so
bad. Temaj has food, shelter, and every inch of his skin is draped in emeralds. What’s
freedom worth when weighed against the luxury of the palace?
Solon’s dutiful life earned him the rank of army general to
the pharaoh. But when he’s sent on a diplomatic mission to an emerald mine rather than
into battle, he senses the end of his career and a lonely retirement.
Temaj is gifted to Solon for his stay, but the last person
Solon wants in his bed is a slave sent to spy on him—even if he is a gorgeous, silver-tongued
vixen of a man.
Trouble brews when emeralds go missing. With only a
clever concubine and the viceroy’s harem on his side, can Solon solve the mystery and
escape with his life, or are he and Temaj destined to haunt the walls of the palace
Over the Emerald Valley is a gay paranormal romance
full of snarky banter, dangerous secrets, steamy stolen moments and only one bed. It’s a
stand alone novel within the Immortal Jewels series and can be read first or last with no
spoilers, no cliffhangers, and always a happily ever after!
“Ah, fear not.” Abasi raised a bejeweled finger with
a flourish and beckoned forth a new group. “I’m told you prefer men, and I’m nothing if not
Solon preferred willing partners, not slaves, but he wouldn’t risk
insulting Abasi with his morals.
There was no easy way to get out of this. He’d have
to select one of them.
As the newest line of elegant, supple bodies drew
close, Solon caught the gaze of a tall man who moved with the feline grace of a street cat.
His honey-colored hair hung in long, loose waves over his shoulders, and his pursed lips said
he knew what a gem he was.
That light hair marked him as foreign among all the
black silken tresses of the other concubines. Northern. From distant lands. How did he end
up in an Egyptian harem so far south?
Solon stared. The man wore no paint, no kohl, and
no gaudy decorations, just a simple green linen shift belted at the waist. His beauty needed
Rather than cast his gaze demurely at the floor, as
the others had done, the blond met Solon’s stare…and winked.
A real smile at such a display of gumption replaced
the fake one on Solon’s lips.
Abasi stood, and a servant bustled to move his
chair out of the way. “Come, have a look. Shall I introduce them?”
Solon followed his host to the line of concubines.
There were fewer men than women, but still quite the selection. Six men and nine women in
“That won’t be necessary.” Solon would prefer to
retire alone for the night, but if he had to pick… “I’ve made my choice.”
Abasi knocked him on the back so hard Solon
nearly stumbled. “I like a man who knows what he wants. Which will it be?”
The blond, without hesitation, stepped forward.
Bold. He peered at Solon through half-lidded eyes, gaze intense, as if daring him to suggest
anyone but himself.
“Him.” Solon gestured to the brazen slave, who
only then deigned to lower his gaze.
“Ah, well chosen. That is Temaj, a beauty from the
north and a wild cat beneath the sheets, or so I’m told. My tastes don’t run toward
“Then why have them in your harem?” The
question was out of Solon’s mouth before he could think better of asking. Luckily, the viceroy
didn’t seem offended. Rather, the man laughed.
“A proper harem must contain both, dear Solon, for
how else are you to please all your guests?”
Solon would never understand the lives of the rich
or the royal. When he retired from the army, he wanted only a plot of land, a good mule,
decent tools, and, if he was very lucky, perhaps someone to share it with, though he
expected to end up alone.
“How do you want him?” asked Abasi.
Solon cocked his head. “What do you
Abasi gestured to Temaj, who stood silently as if he
didn’t mind two men discussing him as if he weren’t there. “How do you want him dressed?
Done up? What are your preferences?”
“Oh. Nothing,” said Solon.
Temaj startled and bestowed on him a glower that
would send a dog’s tail sticking between its legs.
About the Author
Lee Colgin has loved vampires
since she read Dracula on a hot, sunny beach at 13 years old. She lives in North Carolina with
lots of dogs and her husband. No, he’s not a vampire, but she loves him anyway. Lee likes to
workout so she can eat the maximum amount of cookies with her pizza. Ask her how much
she can bench press.
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