"This is a tale of beauty that will not only captivate the reader, but send the sizzling heat from the pages jumping right out at the reader. Believe me, none of these characters will escape the mind of the reader even when the book is over."
-- Linda L., Fallen Angel Reviews
"I rate Rookery Cove: The Keythong's Blaze as Emma Ray Garrett's best book yet. Any reader who can calmly sit through this book without dissolving into a lust puddle from the first page probably isn't human."
-- Frost, Two Lips Reviews
"5 Nymphs! Beautifully written with amazingly hot characters, Ms. Garrett has brought this trio together like pieces to a puzzle. Be sure to have a cool drink on hand before starting this fabulous read because your body temperature is about to rise."
-- Water Nymph, Literary Nymphs
Okibi Rowe is a phoenix. Not just any phoenix, but one entering her Kokugen Nenshou
, or Burning Time. Which might be a good thing, considering the pheromone-laced sweat she secretes during this cycle is the basis for her enormously popular perfume, Need. But when Phillip Quinn, President of Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs, decides he wants Okibi to focus on her profitable perfume, and not on protecting Rookery Cove Island, Okibi finds herself in big trouble.
Branimir Symon is the King of the Griffons. As a winged keythong, or male griffon, he's unique among his people. With his best friend and lover, Viktor, by his side, Branimir has brought his people into the 21st century. Now, these powerful males are ready to find a mate, to find a queen and have a family. But the women of the court don't tempt them. They need a warrior, a partner who'll fight by their side and understand a griffon's need to protect his people and his history. When Branimir gets a call from Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs, asking if he'd be interested in a security position on the island, he jumps at the chance. Okibi Rowe, the last in one of the most powerful and respected phoenix families, is just the kind of woman he wants.
When the firebird and the griffons meet, there's no denying the attraction. But Okibi won't be forced into anything, not making more perfumes, having a family, or realizing one of her darkest fantasies. No matter how much she's drawn to the griffons, no matter how much her body cries out for her to give in to them. Can Branimir and Viktor prove to Okibi that they're interested in an equal relationship, or will her fear of being overwhelmed force her to let go of the two males who match her in every way?
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Rookery Cove: The Keythong's Blaze
Emma Ray Garrett
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Copyright ©2006 Emma Ray Garrett
An Authorized Excerpt
"I quit." Okibi Rowe leaned against the door to Manx's office.
A low growl, a sound that hinted at what he was, rumbled from his chest. Manx raked a hand through his obsidian locks. "Look, Okibi, I know you're pissed. I told Phillip not to do it, but he wants…"
"I don't give a fuck, Manx!" Okibi stalked further into the room and dropped into the oversized leather chair opposite Manx's desk. "I've been protecting this island for the better part of a hundred years. Christ on a crutch!" She blew a breath from her pursed lips, making the spikes of her short hair dance. "Bernard, not Phillip, asked me here when he first settled this place! I don't know who Phillip thinks he is, but he isn't my Master. Rookery Cove is my responsibility, first and last. Perfumes for Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs are something I do for fun, end of conversation. I won't be pressured or undermined in order for that greedy pup to get what he wants."
"I told Phillip it was ill advised."
Okibi ignored his comment and straightened in the chair. Thankfully, she'd moved past royally pissed off, otherwise the room would probably be burning now.
She was entering her Kokugen Nenshou.
This whole mess was tied into her reproductive cycle. If Manx hadn't encouraged her to create a unique perfume, Need, from the pheromones she produced during this time, Okibi wouldn't be pinned between a rock and a hard place now. What's done is done, Okibi. Right now, you have to figure out how to keep the keythong far, far away from you.
Okibi sighed and scrubbed her eyes with her palms.
Going into her fertile time, when a male of one of the two species she could mate with just happened to be on Rookery Cove, was unacceptable. Since she couldn't stop her cycle, she'd have to make sure she didn't run into the griffon.
Manx gave her his trademark bad-boy grin. "Bet you're wishing we'd just kept fucking, instead of me having a moment of genius."
Okibi couldn't help it. She laughed out loud. Though it had been at least sixty years since they'd been lovers, both she and Manx remained close friends and companions. "Well, it did occur to me that I oughta kick your ass for starting this whole thing. But really, though we were hot between the sheets, I'm glad you thought of it. We're much better off as ex-lovers. Neither of us could have stood being tied to the other for long."
It was Manx's turn to laugh, self-deprecating though it was. "Well, maybe it worked out for you, but I still have to deal with your pheromones every twenty years."
Okibi snorted. "Please! Do you think I've missed your orgies? Even if I could miss the ladies' arrival, no one on the island could miss hearing their orgasmic screams!" Okibi scooted forward in the chair, finally feeling relaxed.
They enjoyed a few minutes of quiet, before she sighed. "I'm gonna head out. Felix said the flue was getting clogged up again."
"I cleaned it out already." Okibi leapt from the chair and whirled on the new voice. Her hands burst into flame and she readied herself for battle.
"Whoa, whoa! I'm not armed." The male threw his hands up. A small smile softly curved his mouth, though wariness showed in the rigid set of his body. Okibi narrowed her eyes. The griffon.