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Book 1: Tapestries
by N.J. Walters
Captivated by a lush tapestry she sees in a shop window, Christina Beaumont impulsively buys it, never imagining how that one action will change her life. The magical tapestry not only transports her to a world that resembles medieval Earth, but also into the arms of two massive warriors who both want to claim her.
Jarek and Marc, brothers of the House of Garen, are elated to discover the tapestry has delivered Christina to them, but ancient tradition dictates that they must compete for the right to be her husband. Both separately and together, the two will indulge Christina in every sensual way possible, taking her to passionate heights beyond even her most intense fantasies.
As the time for Christina to choose between the two men draws near, she is confronted with another option: she can return to her own modern world. Fearing their loss, Jarek and Marc will join forces to convince Christina to stay with them, even as they fight a rival family for the right to keep her as their very own . . .
This is a revised edition of a previous published book.
"Filled with lush details and interesting characters, this is a sexy read with a heroine who’s a strong woman with spirit"
4 Stars—RT Book Reviews
Excerpt from Christina's Tapestry
©2005 and 2018 N.J. Walters
Her bed shook beneath her and she grumbled slightly. Her downstairs neighbor must be having another party. She scowled, but she could hear no music. Usually, he had his stereo cranked so high that the entire apartment trembled. Listening harder now, she heard the heavy clomp of footsteps that sounded remarkably like horse’s hooves.
But that wasn’t possible. She was on the fifth floor of her apartment building. Her neighbor must have a movie turned up loud. That would explain the strange noises and the slight vibration of her bed. Leather creaked and a horse whinnied. It sounded incredibly close now.
Christina opened one eye and frowned slightly when the only thing she could see was a large pair of leather boots in front of her face. It was then she became aware that her mattress was rather lumpy and that her pillow smelled suspiciously like fresh grass. She closed her eye tight, took a deep breath and then opened them both. But the picture remained the same no matter how many times she blinked.
“I must be dreaming again,” she mumbled to herself.
“And here I thought I must be the one who was dreaming.” The voice was deep, masculine and amused.
Tilting her head back, she followed the boots up over an incredibly long pair of muscular legs encased in a tight pair of leather pants. An open vest emphasized his lean waist, a six-pack of abs and an impossibly wide chest. Her eyes kept traveling upward, all the way to a face that took her breath away.
The man was gorgeous. His straight black hair disappeared behind his shoulders, but a thin braid came down on each side of his face, falling all the way to his waist. The braids framed a rough-hewn face with a prominent nose, thin lips and a high forehead. His eyes, a golden brown, blazed with desire as his gaze ran over her scantily clad form.
She sat up quickly and scuttled backward away from the giant in front of her. Her fingers dug into the moist ground beneath her. Twisting her head from side to side, she tried to get her bearings. Her bed was gone, her room was gone, and she certainly wasn’t in her apartment.
Instead, she was sitting on the ground in the middle of a grassy field with a tall, thick forest surrounding her. Somewhere in the distance, a bird was twittering and a butterfly fluttered past her nose, coming to rest on a small patch of purple flowers on her right.
“Are you alone?” The giant frowned down at her and she swallowed back a scream, shaking her head. There was no way in hell she was telling this man that she was alone.
He took a step toward her and she scrambled to her feet, thrusting her hands out in front of her to ward him off. Her heart pounded in her chest and her entire body trembled with fear. True, he was the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on, but he was also a total stranger.
However, the longer she stared at him the more familiar he seemed.
He stopped immediately and his gaze softened. “There’s no need to fear.” He held one hand out to her and his voice became calm and almost hypnotic. “You cannot be out alone without protection. Come to me.”
She almost took a step toward him. Almost.
Standing her ground, she glanced about for something she could use as a weapon. Anything. “Who are you?” If she could keep him talking, it might give her time to figure out what in the heck she should do. “Where am I?”
“I am Jarek of the House of Garen.” He paused. “And you, little one, are on my land.”
“Well, I don’t know how I got here, Jarek of the House of whatever, but I’d sure as heck rather be home in bed.” She remembered what she’d first thought when she opened her eyes, and suddenly everything began to make sense. “I’m dreaming, again.”
His outfit looked familiar and it finally came to her why she felt she recognized him. Sizing up the man in front of her one more time, she suddenly decided that it wasn’t such a bad dream to be having.
The look of hot lust in his eyes was not the kind she was used to seeing directed her way. Under his gaze her nipples pebbled into tight buds that pushed against the silk of her nightgown. Her body certainly remembered the pleasure he’d given her in her dream last night.
She licked her dry lips and stood a little taller, thrusting her breasts out slightly. If possible, the heat in Jarek’s eyes grew more fiery. As she watched him, a very large bulge grew in the front of his breeches. A shiver of desire shot down her spine.
It was nice to have a name to put with one of the warriors from the tapestry. Jarek. She liked the sound of it, strong and solid and noble. “You’re one of the warriors from the tapestry.” She knew he had to be, but for some reason she wanted him to confirm that.
The lust in his eyes disappeared in a blink and a cold, hard gleam appeared there instead. “Tapestry?”
Book 2: Tapestries
by N.J. Walters
After witnessing a gruesome murder, Jane Smith has watched her life crumble around her. Her only solace is the stunning and mysterious tapestry she discovered at a thrift store. When the image stitched into the tapestry magically comes to life one night, Jane finds herself transported to a mystical Medieval world, where two massive warriors declare their intentions to cater to her every sensual desire.
Zaren and Bador are stunned to realize that the prophecy of the tapestry has come true and brought Jane to them. The brothers willingly accept their duty to indulge her in every possible form of passion. But Jane’s arrival has also attracted the attention of rival warriors, who will go to any lengths to steal her from the Bakra brothers and claim her as their own.
As Jane adjusts to this frightening but enthralling world, Zaren and Bador risk all to protect her—even as they use all their sexual skill, separately and together, to take her to unimagined sensual heights. Because the time for Jane to choose is drawing near, and the Bakra brothers must convince her to abandon her former life—and take one of them as her loving husband for all time . . .
This is a revised edition of a previous published book.
Excerpt from Bakra Bride
©2006 and 2018 N.J. Walters
Laying her head down on the tapestry, Jane ran her finger over the fabric, tracing the intricate stitching that created a forest haven that seemed alive. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She swore she could almost smell the heavy scent of flowers in the air and hear the buzz of the insects as they roamed from flower to flower. Water lapped against the shoreline and a bird sang from some nearby perch.
Frowning, she rubbed her palm over the tapestry. She didn’t remember a lake in the picture, but a lake would be wonderful. The fish would breach and land back in the water with a splash. A smile curved up the corners of her mouth. That would be lovely.
She twitched her nose as something flicked it. The smell of violets filled her nostrils. The light, haunting scent was absolutely incredible. She brushed her hand over her cheek when something feathered lightly over it. She really didn’t want to wake up, but when she felt it again, she slowly opened her eyes.
The light was bright in her eyes. Funny, she couldn’t remember leaving a light on. Blinking, she brought the world around her into focus. She slammed her eyes shut and scrunched them tight, counting to ten before carefully opening them again. She definitely wasn’t in her apartment.
A shuffling to her right made her turn her head. A huge male chest filled her line of vision. Swallowing hard, she looked up the tanned expanse of skin, along the strong column of his neck, until she found herself staring at the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. His pale blue eyes ensnared her and she was afraid to blink, fearing he was a figment of her imagination and would disappear as quickly and quietly as he’d appeared.
Long blond hair trailed over his shoulders and a thin braid ran down on either side of his temples, framing his face. And what a face. His features were strong and his nose had a slight bump, indicating that it had been broken at some point in his life. There was a hint of arrogance in the tilt of his jaw and a sensual curve to his thin lips.
He was too good to be real. She closed her eyes and counted to ten once again. The sounds of the woods still rang in her ears, but this time it was joined by a masculine chuckle. “Where is your man?”
Her eyes popped open again. “What man?”
He gently stroked a purple violet over her cheek. That must have been what had awakened her earlier. She was charmed by the dainty flower being held so carefully in his massive hand. In fact, she was so enthralled, she almost missed his next words. “Surely a treasure like yourself is not alone?”
Nerves struck her suddenly. What the heck was she doing? She was lying here next to a complete stranger. And where the heck was she? She started to scoot away but found herself flat on her back with him leaning over her.
Bracing his arms on either side of her head, he threw one muscled thigh over her legs, caging her easily. The only thing to do was brazen it out. “Listen, mister. I don’t know who you are or what’s going on, but you’d better get off me.” She was pleased that she sounded so tough and decisive. That was more like her.
Except he didn’t look impressed at all. Instead, he looked quite amused. He wasn’t smiling, but there was a distinct twinkle in his blue eyes. “I am Zaren of the House of Bakra and you are on my land.”
“Well, you’ll have to excuse me. I have no idea exactly where I am or how I got here or where exactly here is.” She knew she was starting to babble, so she took a deep breath. Calm. It was important to remain calm. Although that seemed an impossible task with a gorgeous giant looming over her. The heat coming off his large body was amazing and she had to fight her inclination to just lean into it and absorb it. The man was a living, breathing female fantasy.
“Of course, this is only a dream,” she muttered. It was too bad he wasn’t real. But on the other hand, she didn’t need to be afraid of a dream. “It’s another dream. Just like last night. You’re one of the warriors.” She didn’t know why it had taken her this long to figure it out. Probably because it had been so dark in the other dream.
He stilled when she said the word dream, a visible tension surrounding him. “Dream?”
Reaching out, she patted his chest. Really, she couldn’t resist a quick touch. Who knew when the dream might come to an end? “I fell asleep with the tapestry again.”
He struck with the swiftness of a predator bringing down prey. Her hands were captured in one of his and extended over her head. He lowered his body over her as his head moved closer to hers. She was trapped, unable to budge an inch. The indulgent male was gone, replaced by the implacable warrior.