Exodus
Ellora’s Cave • Dec 1, 2005
Atlantean’s Quest 2
ISBN-10: 1419953532
ISBN-13: 9781419953538
Ellora’s Cave
Amazon.com
Pistols…Check
Knife…Check
Bug spray…Check
Determined to find her missing friend, Rachel Evans, Jaclyn Ward was prepared for everything a sultry jungle could throw at her. Everything but an encounter with a dark-haired, jade-eyed Adonis named Ares. Nothing on the planet could have prepared her for him…her greatest sexual fear-a man she can call her equal. Join Jac as she pulls out her entire feminine arsenal in an attempt to avoid a heat seeking missile known as Ares.
Hunter becomes hunted as two strong wills collide.
In a game of domination there can be only one winner.
Atlantean’s Quest — The Story Behind the Series
The Atlantean’s Quest series came about because I wanted to write a story about Atlantis and the Bermuda Triangle. I kept thinking about the way the Bermuda Triangle used to mess with radio signals and instruments when boats and planes passed through it. As a kid, the Bermuda Triangle used to scare the daylights out of me because people disappeared. I decided to combine the two places for my story. I asked myself what would cause a similar disruption on the island of Atlantis and came up with the idea of malfunctioning transport crystals. I made them the reason behind the destruction of Atlantis.
At this stage, I knew my Atlanteans weren’t going to be on an island or near an ocean since that setting had already been used multiple times. So I stuck my characters in a jungle-thanks to the malfunctioning crystals-and made them a mythical tribe that frightened the local natives. I decided that they lived primitively, but had great powers due to their lineage and advanced civilization. I didn’t realize they were an alien race until I finished the first book, THE ARRIVAL. Even planned books have surprises pop up.
Praise
“ATLANTEAN’S QUEST: EXODUS by Jordan Summers is one of the best books I’ve read in a long time. The writing is superb and the characters come to life on the pages.”
“Ms. Summers is a magnificent author who writes with much flair and draws a story with her words.”
“With sizzling sexual content, an action-packed plot and dynamic characters, this is a pleasurable fantasy that’s not to be missed.”
“This second installment of Jordan Summers’ erotic twist on the legend of the Atlanteans is every bit as steamy, passionate, and full of intrigue as the first.”
Read an Excerpt
Note for Readers: This excerpt contains adult content intended for individuals 18 years of age or older.
The sound of rushing water caught her attention and she picked up her pace. Just the thought of getting to put in a few laps before dinner had her salivating. The tri-athlete in her came out and she started to run, jumping over low vegetation, ducking around branches. In a few moments time she arrived at the edge of the stream, barely winded. A waterfall flowed twenty yards away churning up frothy bubbles before smoothing into a steady current. The spray was surprisingly cool and way too inviting to pass up. If she spotted an anaconda, she’d use it for target practice.
Jac drew one of her guns out of its holster, slipped the clip to check the ammo, before slamming it back inside, and then removed the safety. She wasn’t about to be caught unprepared. She set the pistol down and started to undress. The air was palpable and hotter than Hades. How could anyone live down here?
Jac forced away a lump in her throat as she thought of poor Rachel. Somewhere in this god-forsaken place her friend was hurt, or even worse. She brushed her fingers through her hair, knocking her hat to the ground, and blew out a frustrated breath. Jac wouldn’t allow herself to even go down that road.
The last of her clothes dropped to the jungle floor. She walked barefooted across a thick blanket of grass, before reaching the waters edge. Jac bent over, stretching her tired calves. It felt wonderful to be naked. A light spray from the falls coated her skin, making it glisten in the sunshine. She stood up to her full height of five foot eleven, her nipples puckering in the warm air.
She stuck her toe in the water and was about to step in when a set of large hands came around her, covering her eyes. Jac sucked in a surprised breath. She hadn’t heard a thing, not a single step. A low growl near her ear told her the visitor was most definitely male, not that she’d had any doubt. Jac knew with a few select strikes she could drop this intruder, but she decided to see what kind of game he played first.
“Who’s there?” she called out, her body quivering with excitement.
Another low rumble sounded by her other ear.
“Xavier is that you?”
The man gave her a quick lick at the base of her neck.
Jac purred. “You want to play?”
The man stuck his nose against the side of her head and inhaled, taking in her scent.
Jac shivered, her nipples tightened to marbles and her pussy grew wet.
The man pulled one hand away. Jac heard him fumble with something at his side, then a soft piece of cloth replaced his hands, covering her eyes. Jac smiled. She didn’t think native men would be so adventurous. Her heart kicked up a notch and she licked her lips in anticipation. Strong arms surrounded her, easing her to the ground, until she was flat on her back against the cool blades of grass.
Jac loved games, especially sex games. They were always about trust and control. Although this was a first for her, Jac never allowed her lovers to have the upper hand, to be in control, especially when it came to sex. But for some reason, given the circumstances, she didn’t mind being subservient this time, so she decided to go for it.
Ares crouched beside Jac, his eyes caressing her naked form. He couldn’t believe she’d allow him to touch her like this without a struggle. His adrenaline surged, he’d been looking forward to the fight and eventual taming . Disappointed, but undeterred, Ares tried not to think about the fact that she thought he was someone called Xavier. Fiery rage burned inside, as he fought the urge to find the man and kill him.
His gaze flicked over the thin line of curls on her shaven mound. Ares couldn’t wait to follow that strip with his tongue, to see what hidden paradise he could find. Soon there would be no one else for Jac, and only he would be able to satisfy the need within her taut body. But first she had to get used to his touch. Ares palmed Jac’s small globes, squeezing the satiny flesh between his fingers. Her skin heated beneath his touch, flushing a pale shade of pink.
Ares wondered if her body turned a darker shade of that color when she came.
He licked his finger and swirled it around each nipple. Jac’s breath caught and her lips parted, forming a silent ‘O’. Scraping her smooth skin lightly with his fingernails, Ares ran his hands from her shoulders to her toes, leaving gooseflesh in his wake. Switching positions, he straddled her and began licking and nibbling her nipples as if she were a decadent dessert. Her rosy buds protruded, springing beneath his seeking mouth, stabbing skyward, with each pass of his tongue.
She smelled of the ocean, her skin salty and almost translucent like breaking waves. Ares’s breathing stuttered as he inched down toward the tawny strip of hair between her firm thighs, his hard body pressed, marking hers with his scent. He could already smell her rich, musky fragrance. Her woman’s juices eased from her opening, calling for his cock to claim what was rightfully his. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, trying to fight the overwhelming urges coursing through his veins as he positioned himself on the ground between Jac’s legs.
Ares spread her legs wide, then dipped his head, sticking out his six and a half inch tongue. Jac moaned as he followed the thin strip of hair to her hidden pearl, flicking his tongue along nerve endings.
The second he stroked the tiny nub, the taste of her exploded in his mouth, sending Ares into a primitive, feral, and all around dangerous state. She was his . He swiped at her slit. Her honeyed essence ran over his tongue, into his body, through his mind. All his . No longer able to control his need, Ares stiffened his tongue, plunging inside her receptive core. He sent an energy burst out as he neared her womb.
Jac felt his huge, throbbing cock as he slid down her body, branding, teasing, torturing. She wanted to feel that shaft plunging inside her slit, pummeling her into mindless surrender. Just the thought of having him buried inside her moist walls was almost enough to send her over the edge. Her clit pulsed and Jac dug her nails into the thick grass. If they did end up having sex, she’d retrieve the emergency condom in her shorts pocket. Like traveler’s checks, she never left home without it.
He continued his downward path, tempting her with kisses along the way, finally reaching the point of her building need. He pressed his lips to her clit a second before his tongue plunged inside of her, Jac screamed and her head thrashed from side to side, as one orgasm after another rippled through her body as though she was at the epicenter of an earthquake. Her legs shook and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. She was on fire. The native between her thighs didn’t hesitate, or stop, he kept on consuming her, until Jac thought she’d burst from the physical overload.
Never in all her years of experience had she ever run across a man as voracious as Xavier. He devoured her as if she were the only woman on the planet. Jac surrendered to the pleasure, her body balancing on the precipice of madness.
Ares continue to feed, his hunger insatiable, drunk on her desire. He couldn’t seem to get his fill. Without looking he sensed the change in time, soon it would be dark. He had to let her up to ensure that she safely reached camp. Tomorrow when they entered the jungle, he would claim his woman and take care of the red-haired bastard threatening his people.
Reluctantly he rose from between her thighs, his chin dripping with her releases. He swiped his face with the back of his hand and then wiped her essence onto his loincloth. Her body lay twitching on the ground, racked with shudders, mewling noises coming from her throat. A rosy flush tinted her fair skin. Ares smiled, it was as he suspected, she did blush crimson when she came. Her pussy lips puffed up, pink and swollen from his overzealous ministrations.
Ares licked his lips. It was only the beginning.
He leaned in, taking in her ripe mouth, so red, full and luscious. He dipped down and captured her pout, running his tongue along her bottom lip. She moaned and he plunged in, ravishing, nipping and biting. Ares knew she could taste her own essence on his lips. Sparks flew, his skin heated. She was everything he had expected, wanted—needed.
And she was his…all his.
Ellora’s Cave • Dec 1, 2005
Atlantean’s Quest 2
ISBN-10: 1419953532
ISBN-13: 9781419953538
Ellora’s Cave
Amazon.com
Knife…Check
Bug spray…Check
Determined to find her missing friend, Rachel Evans, Jaclyn Ward was prepared for everything a sultry jungle could throw at her. Everything but an encounter with a dark-haired, jade-eyed Adonis named Ares. Nothing on the planet could have prepared her for him…her greatest sexual fear-a man she can call her equal. Join Jac as she pulls out her entire feminine arsenal in an attempt to avoid a heat seeking missile known as Ares.
Hunter becomes hunted as two strong wills collide.
In a game of domination there can be only one winner.
The Atlantean’s Quest series came about because I wanted to write a story about Atlantis and the Bermuda Triangle. I kept thinking about the way the Bermuda Triangle used to mess with radio signals and instruments when boats and planes passed through it. As a kid, the Bermuda Triangle used to scare the daylights out of me because people disappeared. I decided to combine the two places for my story. I asked myself what would cause a similar disruption on the island of Atlantis and came up with the idea of malfunctioning transport crystals. I made them the reason behind the destruction of Atlantis.
At this stage, I knew my Atlanteans weren’t going to be on an island or near an ocean since that setting had already been used multiple times. So I stuck my characters in a jungle-thanks to the malfunctioning crystals-and made them a mythical tribe that frightened the local natives. I decided that they lived primitively, but had great powers due to their lineage and advanced civilization. I didn’t realize they were an alien race until I finished the first book, THE ARRIVAL. Even planned books have surprises pop up.
Praise
Read an Excerpt
Note for Readers: This excerpt contains adult content intended for individuals 18 years of age or older.
The sound of rushing water caught her attention and she picked up her pace. Just the thought of getting to put in a few laps before dinner had her salivating. The tri-athlete in her came out and she started to run, jumping over low vegetation, ducking around branches. In a few moments time she arrived at the edge of the stream, barely winded. A waterfall flowed twenty yards away churning up frothy bubbles before smoothing into a steady current. The spray was surprisingly cool and way too inviting to pass up. If she spotted an anaconda, she’d use it for target practice.
Jac drew one of her guns out of its holster, slipped the clip to check the ammo, before slamming it back inside, and then removed the safety. She wasn’t about to be caught unprepared. She set the pistol down and started to undress. The air was palpable and hotter than Hades. How could anyone live down here?
Jac forced away a lump in her throat as she thought of poor Rachel. Somewhere in this god-forsaken place her friend was hurt, or even worse. She brushed her fingers through her hair, knocking her hat to the ground, and blew out a frustrated breath. Jac wouldn’t allow herself to even go down that road.
The last of her clothes dropped to the jungle floor. She walked barefooted across a thick blanket of grass, before reaching the waters edge. Jac bent over, stretching her tired calves. It felt wonderful to be naked. A light spray from the falls coated her skin, making it glisten in the sunshine. She stood up to her full height of five foot eleven, her nipples puckering in the warm air.
She stuck her toe in the water and was about to step in when a set of large hands came around her, covering her eyes. Jac sucked in a surprised breath. She hadn’t heard a thing, not a single step. A low growl near her ear told her the visitor was most definitely male, not that she’d had any doubt. Jac knew with a few select strikes she could drop this intruder, but she decided to see what kind of game he played first.
“Who’s there?” she called out, her body quivering with excitement.
Another low rumble sounded by her other ear.
“Xavier is that you?”
The man gave her a quick lick at the base of her neck.
Jac purred. “You want to play?”
The man stuck his nose against the side of her head and inhaled, taking in her scent.
Jac shivered, her nipples tightened to marbles and her pussy grew wet.
The man pulled one hand away. Jac heard him fumble with something at his side, then a soft piece of cloth replaced his hands, covering her eyes. Jac smiled. She didn’t think native men would be so adventurous. Her heart kicked up a notch and she licked her lips in anticipation. Strong arms surrounded her, easing her to the ground, until she was flat on her back against the cool blades of grass.
Jac loved games, especially sex games. They were always about trust and control. Although this was a first for her, Jac never allowed her lovers to have the upper hand, to be in control, especially when it came to sex. But for some reason, given the circumstances, she didn’t mind being subservient this time, so she decided to go for it.
Ares crouched beside Jac, his eyes caressing her naked form. He couldn’t believe she’d allow him to touch her like this without a struggle. His adrenaline surged, he’d been looking forward to the fight and eventual taming . Disappointed, but undeterred, Ares tried not to think about the fact that she thought he was someone called Xavier. Fiery rage burned inside, as he fought the urge to find the man and kill him.
His gaze flicked over the thin line of curls on her shaven mound. Ares couldn’t wait to follow that strip with his tongue, to see what hidden paradise he could find. Soon there would be no one else for Jac, and only he would be able to satisfy the need within her taut body. But first she had to get used to his touch. Ares palmed Jac’s small globes, squeezing the satiny flesh between his fingers. Her skin heated beneath his touch, flushing a pale shade of pink.
Ares wondered if her body turned a darker shade of that color when she came.
He licked his finger and swirled it around each nipple. Jac’s breath caught and her lips parted, forming a silent ‘O’. Scraping her smooth skin lightly with his fingernails, Ares ran his hands from her shoulders to her toes, leaving gooseflesh in his wake. Switching positions, he straddled her and began licking and nibbling her nipples as if she were a decadent dessert. Her rosy buds protruded, springing beneath his seeking mouth, stabbing skyward, with each pass of his tongue.
She smelled of the ocean, her skin salty and almost translucent like breaking waves. Ares’s breathing stuttered as he inched down toward the tawny strip of hair between her firm thighs, his hard body pressed, marking hers with his scent. He could already smell her rich, musky fragrance. Her woman’s juices eased from her opening, calling for his cock to claim what was rightfully his. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, trying to fight the overwhelming urges coursing through his veins as he positioned himself on the ground between Jac’s legs.
Ares spread her legs wide, then dipped his head, sticking out his six and a half inch tongue. Jac moaned as he followed the thin strip of hair to her hidden pearl, flicking his tongue along nerve endings.
The second he stroked the tiny nub, the taste of her exploded in his mouth, sending Ares into a primitive, feral, and all around dangerous state. She was his . He swiped at her slit. Her honeyed essence ran over his tongue, into his body, through his mind. All his . No longer able to control his need, Ares stiffened his tongue, plunging inside her receptive core. He sent an energy burst out as he neared her womb.
Jac felt his huge, throbbing cock as he slid down her body, branding, teasing, torturing. She wanted to feel that shaft plunging inside her slit, pummeling her into mindless surrender. Just the thought of having him buried inside her moist walls was almost enough to send her over the edge. Her clit pulsed and Jac dug her nails into the thick grass. If they did end up having sex, she’d retrieve the emergency condom in her shorts pocket. Like traveler’s checks, she never left home without it.
He continued his downward path, tempting her with kisses along the way, finally reaching the point of her building need. He pressed his lips to her clit a second before his tongue plunged inside of her, Jac screamed and her head thrashed from side to side, as one orgasm after another rippled through her body as though she was at the epicenter of an earthquake. Her legs shook and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. She was on fire. The native between her thighs didn’t hesitate, or stop, he kept on consuming her, until Jac thought she’d burst from the physical overload.
Never in all her years of experience had she ever run across a man as voracious as Xavier. He devoured her as if she were the only woman on the planet. Jac surrendered to the pleasure, her body balancing on the precipice of madness.
Ares continue to feed, his hunger insatiable, drunk on her desire. He couldn’t seem to get his fill. Without looking he sensed the change in time, soon it would be dark. He had to let her up to ensure that she safely reached camp. Tomorrow when they entered the jungle, he would claim his woman and take care of the red-haired bastard threatening his people.
Reluctantly he rose from between her thighs, his chin dripping with her releases. He swiped his face with the back of his hand and then wiped her essence onto his loincloth. Her body lay twitching on the ground, racked with shudders, mewling noises coming from her throat. A rosy flush tinted her fair skin. Ares smiled, it was as he suspected, she did blush crimson when she came. Her pussy lips puffed up, pink and swollen from his overzealous ministrations.
Ares licked his lips. It was only the beginning.
He leaned in, taking in her ripe mouth, so red, full and luscious. He dipped down and captured her pout, running his tongue along her bottom lip. She moaned and he plunged in, ravishing, nipping and biting. Ares knew she could taste her own essence on his lips. Sparks flew, his skin heated. She was everything he had expected, wanted—needed.
And she was his…all his.