The Medallion of Solaus is about an ancient legend born in the heart of Persia, as it fulfills the destiny of a cursed Djinn Prince. With no memory of who or what he truly is, he finds himself in a deserted fortress off the shores of the Mediterranean in exotic modern day Egypt. There he tempts fate a second time, with a mysterious woman who stirs his forgotten soul and awakens a passion that outlasted the centuries.
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The Medallion of Solaus
A Darkly Enchanted Artifact.
A Passion to Outlast the Centuries.
Solaus had but one wish of the medallion: to save his dying bride. But when he placed the pendant around his neck, his wish was changed by a malevolent twist of magic that made him Djinn, but also took away the knowledge of what he is and who he used to be. Flung from Ancient Persia into immortality, Solaus has only the memory that he did not save his true love—and nothing more as time begins to pass.
Eager for a fresh start, New York City photographer, Kaitlin Sommers accepts a rare assignment on a deserted island fortress off the coast of Alexandria, Egypt. Surrounded by the shadowy underworld of illegal treasure smuggling, Kaitlin finds herself in the arms of man who seems to spring directly from dreams of her past—a man Fate threatens to tear her away from a second time.
Though she would have counted the electric lights as dim, they
left a noticeable absence when they cut off altogether. She
turned in the darkness to the only source of illumination available.
Her satin gown had grown cold from the rough rain that cut
through the window, and the fabric brushed against her sensitive
Solaus rested easily in his signature stance, arms crossed and
legs spread before the blazing fire. His eyes passed over her shivering
figure in the shadows and this time he did nothing to hide
the desire there. Kaitlin approached him, drawn by the heat of the
fire but terrified by the longing that drove her forward by sheer
She stood inches away from his shadow and reached forward
a trembling hand. With a hesitant gesture, she slipped her fingers
inside the crook of his crossed arm to touch his hand buried deep
inside. In one brief moment, she stepped forward and laid her
head upon his chest, pulling back almost instantly.
Solaus didn’t relinquish his grasp on her fingers, and she was
forced to remain only an arm’s length away from this overpowering
figure of a man.
“Come back here,” he whispered, his exotic voice filled with
wonder and desire.
Before she could consent to his request, he pulled her to him
and she instinctively looked up at his face.
She parted her lips to speak, to say everything she’d waited
to say to him, but they were past that now. Solaus captured her
breath with his mouth and drew it deeply inside as he savored the
intent of her unformed words.
Kaitlin surrendered as his strong arms encircled her satin clad
figure. Solaus tasted her lips with his tongue, with his mouth, devouring
her very essence as he probed the depths of her being. His strong hands
stroked her skin with a hungry passion that had been denied for far too
long, and he held her lower body firmly against his pressing desire.
“Kaitlin?” He pushed her name out between ardent kisses, suffering
from the very contact his lips lost against hers to speak one
“Yes,” she answered every question he could have asked, as
simply as she could.