Goddess of Fate. Alexandra Sokoloff
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“We’re in the Now, and you’re not dead. But that’s only because you’re in the Now.”
Luke could only stare at her. “Right. Well, I’m getting out, now.” But a wave of dizziness stopped him.
“It’s all right. I’ll take care of you,” Aurora told him as he rested his forehead against her waist and smelled that honey scent …
From the dream …
He jerked his head up. “Wait a minute. I dreamed …”
“It wasn’t a dream, Luke,” she said.
“How do you know my name?”
“I’ve known you forever,” Aurora said, and her eyes were luminous with feeling; Luke felt his breath catch at the longing in them.
ALEXANDRA SOKOLOFF is a California native and the daughter of scientist and educator parents, which drove her into musical theater at an early age. At UC Berkeley (a paranormal experience all on its own) she majored in theater. After college, Alex moved to Los Angeles, where she made an interesting living writing novel adaptations, and original suspense and horror scripts, for numerous Hollywood studios. She now lives in Scotland with her Scottish husband. Alex welcomes questions and comments at her website, alexandrasokoloff.com.
Goddess of Fate
Alexandra Sokoloff
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
They stood around Luke Mars’s bed, looking down on him. Three women: one blond as the sun, one with hair blazing golden red as fire, and the last, whose hair and eyes were as dark as night. Luke was half-asleep and very confused. Three women in his bedroom was not unheard of, but not what he’d call an everyday occurrence, either. And it was strange—he couldn’t remember how they’d gotten there or why they were standing when he seemed to be...asleep, almost, and unable to move. They were speaking in low murmurs.
“Mine,” the dark one was saying. “I claim him for Odin.”
Odin? Now why is that familiar?
“No,” the redhead whispered. “Oh, no.”
“Too late,” the dark one said as she preened. “He’s mine.”
The blonde seemed sad, or maybe she was resigned. “A warrior, then. It is done.”
The voluptuous dark one began to chant in a sexy but also somehow eerie voice. “I’ll come for you by midnight steed, my weapon poised to do the deed...”
Luke wasn’t fully conscious, but stunning as the dark one might be, that didn’t sound all that good to him.
Who are these people? What the hell is going on?
And then the middle one, the redhead, bent down to him. He felt the brush of her hair on his cheek, breathed the incredible sweetness of her scent, the warmth of her breath. He felt a surge of pure desire in response to her touch, and through the sudden rush of blood in his head and other parts of his anatomy, he heard her murmur, “I’ll take care of you...”
A harsh sound vibrated through Luke’s consciousness. It shook him out of whatever spell he was under. Suddenly he could feel the soft pillows and covers of his own bed. He opened his eyes and looked around. Pitch-black—it was the dead of night.
The three women were gone, though he could still feel his own arousal.
That honey smell...heavenly...
Beside him on the night table, his phone was buzzing and vibrating like an angry bee.
He grabbed for it. “Mars,” he growled into it.
“It’s going down,” he heard a familiar voice whisper on the other end. “They’re unloading a shipment. Pier 94, right now.”
“Wait...” Luke started, but the caller had hung up. His confidential informant, a longshoreman at the port. Luke felt adrenaline spike through his body, a thrill of excitement and anticipation. As a detective with the San Francisco Police Department, he was assigned to the special task force on piracy. He’d been working this case