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Nostos- The Homecoming
by Nancy Barone Wythe   

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Fantasy

Publisher:  Solstice Publishing ISBN-10:  1463748892 Type: 
Pages: 

73

Copyright:  July 25, 2011 ISBN-13:  9781463748890
Fiction

How can you remember your immortal love when you don't even remember you had a past life? But your body tells you no lies...

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For over a thousand years, LORD AIDAN HARTLAND OF WESTLAKE and his lover have in turn been eating each other’s hearts in order to regenerate. Now he’s back with his new identity- and the perpetual mission of protecting his woman and mankind from the demon Zendor that has no mate and eats human hearts at random to survive.
FBI agent ROBYN WAINRIGHT, assigned to investigate the strange deaths, is still unaware of her past, and determined to nail Westlake,  with his mad tales of demons, paranormal powers and his eternal love for her. But the erotic visions she keeps having are driving her insane…


Excerpt

PROLOGUE
Southwest England, 999 AD.

Lord Westlake crouched over his flame-haired lover as she lay sprawled on their ancient bed. Her eyes were closed as she dug her nails into his dark powerful shoulders. She held her breath and waited for the Moment of Regeneration.
Torches burned around the timeless bed, casting several shadows over the brocade sheets that looked like a table seating a score of banqueters. A sumptuous banquet it would be. The scent of her young body was driving him to the limit of his demonic restraint. He stifled a shudder and mastered his muscles back into control. Not yet.
Sensing his reserve, she pulled him closer. His mouth swept over her candid flesh, tentatively licking and tasting the smooth texture of her skin that stretched like a thin veil over her pale veins. The sweet, heady, scent of her blood was only a prelude to the flavor of her heart. He had always hungered for her but this time he would prolong the pleasure of anticipation. He would wait for every luscious moment, every succulent mouthful.
She moaned, lifting her body towards him in an enticing offering and he sucked on her flesh. He didn’t want to finish yet, not until his lips were swollen and her skin a deep violet.
“Take me now, Aidan.” She pleaded, pulling him closer. Her emerald eyes were dark with passion.
“In the name of The Regeneration,” he murmured. His muscles tensed as he eased himself into her. He had a need that went deeper than human passion, a need for Immortality.
As she cried out in ecstasy he sank his teeth into her chest, his mouth greedily tearing at her flesh, layer after layer, until he reached her ribcage, truncating her bones between his steel jaws, finally able to retrieved his prize- her hot, quivering, oozing heart.

Robyn awoke in a sweat with the images of the nightmare imprinted in her mind. Her chest ached as if the demon had ripped her own heart out. Damn case.
An airline hostess attended to someone at the front of the quiet, dimly lit craft. Robyn squinted at the wristwatch she never took off. It was still midnight in the U.S, but to the east, the sky was stretching thin, bleeding into a thick crimson.
She was on a red-eye flight to England where another blood-filled killing dawn had cracked.



CHAPTER ONE
Present Day. Westlake Manor, Somerset, England.

Special Agent Robyn Wainright ducked under the ticker tape and knelt to the ground to examine the spot where a female corpse had laid stomach down the morning before. Her chest had been ripped open and her heart removed, presumably consumed on the spot just like the Delaware case. A pool of blood had seeped into the well-kept, ancient grounds. Her fingers caught at a small shard of bone staked into the soil.
Scotland Yard Detective Sergeant Stephen Archer stood over her, stomping his feet trying to calm the cold. It was a damp, grey early December morning and the sun had seemed to give up its ascent, hanging mid-sky in a pale semblance of its better days.
“Christ, what an animal,” she muttered under her breath.
“Oh, it was no animal, Agent Wainright. Those teeth marks are human.”
Another similarity. A copycat? She looked up and saw her colleague’s pale face as he stared at her. He quickly averted his eyes.
“You alright, Archer?”
“No, Madam, I knew Sarah Jennings,” he answered, stealing another indecipherable glance at her. “She was Lord Westlake’s companion.”
“The owner of this place, right?”
“Yes. He found the body.”
She leafed through the report. “How come there’s no picture of the victim?”
He studied his frozen feet. “Oh, isn’t there?”
She stood up to sniff the air. She could smell more rain coming. At the top of the hill, wrapped in a blanket of white fog, stood Westlake Manor, a dark, turreted three-storey stone building. In the north behind the building, an ancient forest so deep into the valley she could only distinguish the treetops waving from above the towers. To the east was a cluster of lakes. It was all magnificent, but the place gave her the creeps. She always boasted of having nerves of steel, at least until Richard had left her.
She lifted the collar of her anorak against the cold and turned her head to the faint sound of dogs barking in the distance. Robyn involuntarily stiffened; she was more of a cat person.
“Where is Mr. Hartland-Westlake now?” Robyn asked Archer.
“Lord Westlake,” he corrected, nodding towards the horizon.
As they watched, four enormous Great Danes leapt over the hill followed by their master. Tall and erect, he held their leashes with each hand as if driving a chariot. The man looked majestic, his black wavy hair whipping against his forehead, his powerful arms easily keeping the animals at bay as they plodded downhill in their direction.
“He comes from a very old family and very old money, but he made his personal fortune as an antique art critic. He’s a bit odd, though.” Archer whispered.
“Oh?”
“He wasn’t perturbed in the least when he reported her death. They say he has,” he paused, “paranormal powers.”
“I don’t believe in that kind of crap,” she huffed, and then groaned. “What kind?”
“He’s said to be able to read people’s minds.”
Yeah, right! She didn’t believe it one bit.
“…nor was he much help when we questioned him. Some think he did it.”
“If you have evidence why don’t you arrest him?” Robyn asked.
“That’s the thing, without a shred of proof no one dares accuse him. He’s extremely influential, with friends in Parliament and all. But he’s known to roam the countryside at night with his Great Danes. God knows what for.”
Lord Westlake stopped before them, staring at her with puzzled slate grey eyes.
She stared back. Was it the FBI’s presence he didn’t appreciate? Or was he expecting a male agent? Either way it was his problem.
She stared him down, or tried to. An uneasy feeling of familiarity set in on her, so disturbingly strong she was positive she had met him before. But where?
After a moment, a grin split his overwhelmingly handsome and arrogant face.
Great, she thought grimly. Just what I need, another jerk. Look at him; he’s got an ego the size of a cathedral.
“I heard that,” he said without taking his eyes off her and she blinked, thinking for a moment that he was referring to her thoughts. His British accent was crisp and although he pronounced each word clearly, to Robyn it seemed like a different language.
Archer stared back and forth between them, obviously ill at ease, and she knew he hadn’t told her everything.
“Perhaps you should be a bit brighter as to understand that even whispers carry in the breeze. No wonder you people haven’t caught it yet.”
She raised her eyebrows at him, unsure whether his tone was directed to her. Robyn was about to give him a piece of her mind when Archer stiffened. “My apologies, Lord Westlake. This is Special Agent Robyn Wainright from The United States.”
Their eyes met again and she stood her ground under his scrutiny although he made her extremely uncomfortable. He was arrogant and breathtakingly masculine, with dark olive skin. His eyes were magnetic, glimmering. She could see a hint of a five o’clock shadow. Damn, she hated gorgeous men! And this one took the cake. His deep, gravelly voice sent a tingling sensation zapping down her spine. Too bad he was a suspect. She pulled her anorak closer and stared back. He regarded her with an arrogant knowing smile, as if they had just put their clothes back on.

Ah, she was still so beautiful. The past millennium had not marred her youth. Her luxuriant red mane was pulled back into a ponytail, and dark trousers did not hide the hips he knew so well. Her fiery emerald eyes were assessing him in turn through the long lashes he had so often kissed. And now she was hurting for another man who had left her because she couldn’t have children. Mortals knew nothing about true everlasting love. But he would bring her back to him, even if it took him another thousand years.

Robyn glared at him as he grinned devilishly. She did not smile back, but acknowledged his presence with a curt nod. She gasped as a vivid vision took her by surprise.
He gripped her waist as he laved her breasts with his tongue, sending liquid heat through her body, threatening to melt the very flesh off her bones. She shuddered and gasped before her feelings surged, her eyes unfocused. Abruptly she knelt to the ground pretending to look for clues.
Robyn shook her head clear of the vision and turned to see he was still smiling knowingly, as if he had witnessed her vision. She felt as if she had been caught hiding naked in his bed.




Professional Reviews

Romance at Heart
Title: Nostos: The Homecoming
Author: Nancy Barone Wythe

Published in July 2010 by Solstice Publishing
Genre: Horror/Paranormal Romance


Cover Artist: Dara England


Other Books by Nancy: The Sicilian Stranger, Sicilian Blood, Sicilian Devil In The Sand, Designs on You

"Robyn awoke in a sweat with the images of the nightmare imprinted in her mind. Her chest ached as if the demon had ripped her own heart out. Damn case.

An airline hostess attended to someone at the front of the quiet, dimly lit craft. Robyn squinted at the wristwatch she never took off. It was still midnight in the U.S, but to the east, the sky was stretching thin, bleeding into a thick crimson.

She was on a red-eye flight to England where another blood-filled killing dawn had cracked."

Special Agent Robyn Wainright has a job to do. She is good at her work, and it is not catering or kowtowing to the local nobility, especially when he is a prime suspect. Cool, calculating, and arrogant, are the three traits Robyn hates most in a man, yet this man, this Lord Westlake has an over-abundance of all three. All she can do is heave a huge sigh and try to get this job, this horrendous murder case wrapped and get home to her humdrum life. Yeah, that is the truth as she knows it. She just broke up with her last boyfriend, and that was not pleasant. Men are not a commodity she finds easy to deal with in bed or out, and most times she is thoroughly put off by them. Aidan Hartland is one of the most annoying she has ever met, and she doesn't want to spend more time near him than she has to get the current job done, and a “Case Solved” in bold red on the folder's front. Now this bold and arrogant lord has informed Robyn that they are destined to belong together, and it is the last thing she wants to hear.

Aidan, Lord Westlake keeps babbling on about demons and death, and fighting to save mankind, and she will remember, and on and on ad nauseum. She is unsure of what she is facing, but she is skeptical when it comes to the so-called “paranormal activities” others harp on and fear. For Lord Westlake to claim they are immortal is bull, and she is not buying into it. That is not to say she is not grateful for her life, for he and his cats DID save her from being mauled by the ugly and foul whateveritwas, but that mutant thing is far from paranormal, and she is not certain she didn’t hallucinate. After all, she was upset, and being slightly tipsy, she is sure her mind was playing tricks on her. The creature she thought she saw could not possibly exist. She now had a greater respect for the things people thought they saw then terrified for their lives. Robyn had experienced how her own mind had reacted to an attack…

Feelings of exultation bubbled up in Lord Aidan Hartland of Westlake because she has returned! He has loved her for a thousand years, and living without her is sheer torture. But she is back, and this time in the guise of s very sexy Agent for the American FBI. The incarnations are sheer hell until she comes back, but they have been lucky so far and have reunited in each life, loved in each life, and shared in the protection of mankind. Once again they must join forces, but his love is not yet aware of her past. It is valuable time wasted, but Aidan has no doubt she will remember, and they will love again and hopefully this time defeat Zendor once and for all time. It is getting wearying to have only lifetimes filled with danger, and just one time, Aidan would like to experience a live without the threat of Zendor's mad fits of killing and throwing suspicion on him and his. That is intolerable. He wants to see The Prophecy fulfilled.

Aidan will do everything within his power to keep Robyn safe, but when she almost dies at Zendor's hands, he finally has her exactly where he wants her, in their home where they have lived, laughed, loved, and died so very often. Now he knows the Nostos is coming again for Robyn, and it will be a scary thing. He wants to allay her fears, but from past experiences knows it is a trauma she will have to face alone. Oh he can hold her and try to ease her way through it, but the dreams have already started, the flashes of her past lives is crowded closer with each sunset. Surely when she comes into her full memories she will not reject him. She has tried it before, but always she is drawn back to him again and again. They really love each other in spite of his arrogance, and her stubbornness, so Aidan can only be there for Robyn as she comes back to him this time...right?

Nostos The Homecoming by Nancy Barone Wythe is an intriguing mixture of romance and horror with a paranormal twist. Aidan is a man who is certain of himself and of his live, and he is willing to fight whomever and whatever to keep the woman he loves safe and at his side. Once again she is with him, and as usual, she doesn’t remember their past lives together, or the love they share in each and every lifetime for over a thousand years. That is all right with Aidan for he is a creature of patience. Robyn is more or less his opposite in that she is a creature of action, and always has been. She is compassionate and has the talent for healing, and she has always been in the midst of the action, fighting and healing her way to the enemy. It is of this Aidan has to remind her, and the sooner the better. Already, even after being attacked by Zendor, Robyn’s ever logical brain is trying to dissuade her from the truth.

The time is short, Zendor is going to keep killing, and Aidan has to put a stop to this once and for all. Can he bring Robyn around in time, or will he loose her forever? This is not something he wants to contemplate, and as Zendor comes at them again, will he have to fight alone or will Robyn be at his side once again? These are the quandaries Nancy’s characters face. One, all male and domineering with that touch of the bad boy, and one stubborn female who was made just for him even if she can’t remember that fact just yet. The conflict is good, the characters strong, and there is just enough horror in Nostos The Homecoming to keep you riveted in your seat. This book is currently available from Solstice Publishing, so if you want a definitely great read with horror, romance, and a great paranormal twist, then Nostos The Homecoming is a book you can’t possibly pass up. I know it will remain on my keeper shelf and I think you will agree. Stop by Solstice and download a copy of Nostos The Homecoming today!

Yours in good reading,
Rose!



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Coffeetime romance
NOSTOS: THE HOMECOMING
NANCY BARONE WYTHE
ISBN #: Unavailable
March 2010
Hearts on Fire Books
www.heartsonfirebooks.com
E-Book
$2.99
70 Pages
Paranormal Romance
Rating: 3 cups
Robin is an FBI agent on the trail of a serial killer. She has recently broken up with her boyfriend and is still upset about it.
Lord Westlake is handsome, rich and the prime suspect in a woman’s murder. The woman who wants to arrest him has been the love of his lives for a thousand years and will be again.
Aiden Westlake is fated to love and lose his wife over and over to save his village from a demon. Robin is the woman destined to love him and to help him fight Zendor, but she does not remember him, yet.
This is an odd, but compelling story. The chemistry between Robin and Aiden is very intense and the love scenes are very well written. The author has a talent for description of her characters and atmosphere, which is very ominous here. What I could not wrap my mind around was the almost instant replacement of the lost loves. Fully grown replicas with whole lives behind them seem to appear way too quickly after the death of the previous one. The method of keeping their immortality is a bit gruesome as well, and I wonder that the search for the serial killer is not better known. I did enjoy the story, and recommend it to anyone looking for a fast and fascinating read.
Maura
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More



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