Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Genre: Paranormal
Release Date: August, 2006 (eBook)/August, 2008 (Trade Paperback)
Note: The print edition is an anthology of all three Thunderbird Chosen stories.
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When Marisa Lacoste goes to the Cascades she never expects to end up running for her life. Betrayed. Terrified. Her pursuers close behind, she scrambles along a canyon wall until she’s sent hurtling downward.
Left to die, she regains consciousness to find herself in a cave with a warrior whose every touch and glance signals that she belongs to him. Ukiah cares for her. Makes love to her. Conquers her with pleasure. But when a decision on her part puts Marisa back in danger, he’s forced to act, to test her courage and the strength of their new relationship by showing himself for what he is—a creation of magic and belief whose spirit takes flight in the storm.
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“You rescued me,” Marisa whispered, understanding dawning. She must have been delirious when he found her, her mind lost in the last piece of art to make an impression on her. The totem poles.
Marisa pulled away from him and this time he let her go. Wonder flowed through her, disbelief as she gazed down at her body and saw no open wounds, felt no broken bones even though the state of her clothing attested to the fact that she had been injured and bleeding.
She glanced up and her nipples tightened in reaction when she saw his gaze travel over the same territory hers had just explored. His eyes darkened with masculine appreciation at the sight of her exposed nipples and cunt.
His nostrils flared as though he could scent her sudden wetness and Marisa’s womb fluttered in response. Her hand went to the apex of her thighs in an attempt to shield her mound and arousal from his view. The other hand dropped to the material underneath her and she realized it was thick fur, a hide tanned and softened.
“No,” he said, his fingers going to her wrist, stilling her when she shifted, intending to free the fur and wrap it around herself. “I will bathe you first.”
Marisa’s breath caught in her throat. Her entire body hummed at the words, at the possessive way he was looking at her. At the command in his voice.
He picked up the cup and once again held it to her lips. “Drink this. It will help you gain strength, Marisa.”
She opened her mouth to ask him how he knew her name and he used her response to his advantage, tilted the cup and left her no choice but to drink the contents or choke on it. She swallowed, expecting something cold and bitter. Finding instead something warm and thick and tasting of honey.
Almost immediately the heat of the drink spread out from her belly, going first to her cunt and breasts and making her whimper. She licked her lips and groaned as warmth spread there too.
“You’ve drugged me,” she whispered, her eyes meeting his then going to his mouth, her upper body leaning forward, following the direction of her gaze.
He laughed, a small husky sound, and once again took her into his arms, this time brushing his lips across her temple. “You are feeling the call of our spirits to one another. The drink was to aid you, nothing more.”
She allowed herself to simply luxuriate in the feel of hard muscle and hot flesh, to soak in his strength and breathe his scent. A shiver went through her and another whimper escaped when his hands smoothed over her back, slid down to her hips and pulled her more tightly against him. Her breath caught when she became aware of what his loincloth was concealing. “I don’t even know your name,” she said, wondering how she could be naked and yet so at ease in this stranger’s arms.
“Ukiah,” he said, rubbing his cheek against Marisa’s, giving her the name the townspeople and guests at his lodge knew him by. The name he went by in the physical world.
He tangled his fingers in her hair in order to keep her from turning her face away as he settled his mouth on hers, coaxed her lips into parting so his tongue could slip into the wet heat of her mouth, tasting her essence along with the drink the Creator had directed him to give her.
She was lush and sweet, utterly desirable. His.
“Strong delivers once again in these unique stories about hot, sexy and sensitive Native American heroes with mystical powers.”
- Donna M. Brown, Romantic Times BOOKreviews, 4 1/2 stars for Thunderbird Chosen (print anthology including Spirit Flight)
“SPIRIT FLIGHT is filled with passion, betrayal and adventure. The opening scene is compelling and breathtaking. Jory Strong will swiftly draw you in from the start and maintains your interest until the wonderful conclusion. I found myself glued to the seat quickly flipping page after page watching all the secrets unfold within the astounding short story.”
- Contessa, The Romance Studio
“SPIRIT FLIGHT by Jory Strong is an intense short story, full of suspense, love and magic. You’ll fall in love with these strong characters and their fantastic story.”
- Trang, eCata Romance
“SPIRIT FLIGHT was a beautiful story of myth, magic and passionate love. Jory Strong keeps writing keepers. Great realistic characters, smooth pacing and an engrossing plot. You will to read it in one sitting.”
- Cynthia, A Romance Review
“Lovely, fleeting, and inventive, SPIRIT FLIGHT has all the marks of an enjoyable Native American mythology story, with a contemporary setting to allow for the characters to truly love and appreciate each other.”
- Sarah W, Romance Junkies
“SPIRIT FLIGHT by Jory Strong is a beautifully descriptive romance story of Ukiah and Marisa that even with its short length, gives you a breathtaking paranormal story.”
- Cathie, Euro-Reviews
“Short, sexy and oh-so-spicy, SPIRIT FLIGHT is passionate paranormal with a twist! Five Angels!”
- Michelle, Fallen Angel Reviews
“Hot and entertaining, SPIRIT FLIGHT is well worth reading.”
- Sarah Silversmith, The Romance Readers Connection
“SPIRIT FLIGHT is unlike any book I have ever read by Jory Strong. Highly sensuous with an almost dreamlike quality, SPIRIT FLIGHT took me to another plane as I watched quietly and relished this story.”
- Talia Ricci, Joyfully Reviewed
“Jory Strong writes wonderful stories full of passion and intense emotions and this one is no exception.”
- Judy King, Erotic Escapades
“I could feel the magic, see the beauty, and hear the drums. This is a great story and one that I highly recommend.”
- JR Hyatt, Historical Romance Club
“Spirit Flight is a beautiful love story that encourages readers that soul mates will always find their way to one another. Ms. Strong builds a believable story and gives the reader an emotional involvement right from the beginning. You feel Marisa’s fear and Ukiah’s need to possess and claim her for his own. You also see that true love knows no barrier, that magic can exist, and that believing is as easy as opening your heart. Another must read!”
- Debbie H., Gotta Write Network