Atlantean’s Quest 3: Redemption
Digital • October 23, 2003
Atlantean’s Quest 3
Trade Paperback–COMING SOON
OUT OF PRINT• May 28, 2007
FALL FROM GRACE: OUT OF PRINT
Ariel will need all her charms to finagle her way out of the hornet’s nest she’s fallen into. Somewhere in the jungle is her soulmate, Coridan. A man without pride, a man without faith — a man without a people, who has all but given up hope on the future. All she has to do now is figure out how to find him, restore his faith in himself, and convince him they’re meant to be together. Not an easy task, probably impossible, but then again she’s the Seer.
Deep in the heart of the jungle, evil has come… It wants the Atlantean people and the secrets they hold. It will stop at nothing to obtain its goal. All that stands between Professor Donald Rumsinger and the Atlantean people are a woman they call the Seer and an outcast.They are an unlikely pair that must forge a bond in order to survive.
In the heat of the night, passions explode.
Redemption is found.
In the end, no one will walk away unscathed.
THE ARRIVAL (Atlantean’s Quest 1) | EXODUS (Atlantean’s Quest 2)
|ATLANTEAN HEAT (Atlantean’s Quest 3.5)|THE RETURN (Atlantean’s Quest 4) | THE DARK KING (Atlantean’s Quest 5/Phantom Warriors 7)
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.
Jordan Summers has done it again in this, the third book of the Alantean’s Quest series. Ms. Summers continues her story with Ariel and Coridan. Ariel the untouchable and Coridan the banished will find a love where none should be found. Their passion and desire for each other is what great love stories are made of. You will feel all the heat and the fear as Coridan and Ariel fight their enemy and the forbidden desires for each other. I have read all three books and I haven’t been disappointed yet. Each story is crafted in such a way that you won’t lose interest, you just want more. So take that mad money you keep stashed for something extra special and get Alantean’s Quest 3: Redemption today. You won’t regret it. And be on the look out for book four in this wonderful series.–The Romance Studio/Reviewer: Diane T.
OMG! This is what I was constantly saying to myself during and after reading this story. The third in this series (and not a stand alone), Redemption will blow you away with its heat and suspense! Ariel is a brave woman staying by herself on the planet. She is also so very dedicated to her people, giving up any chance of a true mate to remain pure and powerful as seer. Coridan is more than he seems, not only in that he has matured in the few days of his exile but also in his powers. He is determined to win Ariel as his true mate. The heat between these two was so powerful, even before they actually touch, that I found I had to step away from the computer and take deep breaths. After getting a LARGE glass of ice water and turning on the A/C I was ready to go back to reading! The struggles between Coridan and Ariel and their passion for each other, as well as their fight for their freedom from Rumsinger, are so well written I constantly found that I was holding my breath in anticipation, in horror. I would also bite my lip sore as I cheered them on to give into their love and to defeat Rumsinger. I was so drawn, emotionally and physically, into this marvelously written story that I feel it fully deserves a Gold Star rating. Ms. Summer has created a people that have continued to capture my heart with each installment of this series.—Vikky Bertling/Just Erotic Romance Review
Jordan Summers has done it again. Her ability to create amazing characters is represented in this book. Coridan is a tortured hero who you can really get into emotionally. Ariel is the fearless Seer who will have you cheering for the happy ending that she and Coridan deserve. The sex is so intense I held my breath waiting to see what would happen next… I couldn’t put this book down until I finished it. It keeps you so wrapped up in the story you don’t want to stop reading until the story if finished. The third in the Atlanteans Quest series, Jordan Summers gives an inside look into past characters and a glimpse of what’s to come in the future. One can only hope that the next release is soon!–Angel Brewer/Just Erotic Romance Review
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Ariel blew out a ragged breath. Relief curled in her belly like a satisfied cat wraps around your legs. Her people were now safely on Zaron, well almost all of her people. She’d find Coridan and get back here as soon as possible, then her duties to her people would be complete. Ariel paused imagining what her new life would be like on the planet she’d never seen. Would Zaron be as beautiful as Earth? Would it possess the wonder this lush blue planet held for her? There was only one way to find out.
She closed her eyes for a moment as emotion overwhelmed her. The vision she’d had the night before of a warrior streamed through her consciousness like the currents of the wind, rustling the branches of a tree. Her stomach clenched. Surely, she had been mistaken. Her fate lay with her people, didn’t it?
Yet she knew better than most, her visions could not be ignored. Psychic from birth, she trusted them with her life.
A white-throated toucan squawked with distress nearby, as if something approached its nest. Ariel looked in the direction of the cry, but saw nothing out of the norm. She brushed away the feeling of uneasiness that accompanied the loud caterwauling.
Ariel shifted one of the marked stones, effectively shutting down the device. She stared at the transport longingly for a few more moments, before reluctantly turning back to the village. She picked her way down the narrow trail, brushing past aromatic ginger flowers and purple orchids, soaking in their comforting fragrance, all the while cataloging the odor in her memory as things she would miss about this planet.
After a few moments, she reached the abandoned clearing. A light breeze caught at her blonde tresses brushing the locks gently from her face and across her bare breasts.
It was quiet—too quiet.
The birds’ songs no longer filled her ears with music and not being able to hear the chatter of her people caused excruciating mental pain. In that moment she realized that left alone on this planet, no longer able to use her telepathic abilities to communicate, would drive her and any other Atlantean insane. Abandonment was tantamount to death.
She and her people had unknowingly sentenced Coridan to death. The thought had Ariel’s lungs seizing, crushing inward with a pain rivaling the icy fear she felt, but refused to examine too closely.
Her skin prickled as a rustling noise came from inside her dwelling, drawing her thoughts back to present. At first it had sounded like a breeze, moving the flap, yet the air was not powerful enough to move the heavy hide. Tension filled her lungs, making it difficult to breathe. A cry from a primate shattered the silence. Ariel relaxed.
Monkeys may have already taken up residence in her hut, goodness knows she’d, had a difficult time keeping the curious creatures out when she had lived there. The noise grew louder and something crashed to the ground in her hut. Ariel inched nearer. Perhaps Coridan had sensed the shift in energy that had taken place with the Atlantean’s exodus, and had returned.
She decided not to call out to him, some things were best done in person. Her heart swelled with anticipation—and fear. It was time to meet her destiny. She stepped forward and threw back the hide flap, a tentative smile painted on her face.
“How nice of you to join us, my dear,” the red-haired man’s voice purred menacingly.
Ariel felt the blood drain from her face, the normal warmth replaced with cold. She raised her hands to defend herself, but before she could fire off a single energy burst, two men stepped from the shadows, shackling her with their hands. Ariel struggled to no avail, the men easily keeping her subdued.
Her full breasts bobbed as she put all her strength into escape. The brown hands holding her arms tightened, threatening without words to snap bones if necessary. Sweat beaded her brow, dripping lazily down her chest. Her gaze narrowed on the devil sitting behind her small table.
As if in a trance, his gaze followed the movement of the perspiration droplets as they caressed her pink nipples and rolled lazily down her abdomen. Ariel ceased her struggles. She didn’t want his eyes roaming any lower.
The professor’s ruddy face split into a cold snake-like smile. She could see no teeth, but knew without a doubt he could and would bite if provoked. “You’re not exactly who I was hoping for, but you’ll do.” His voice coiled around her.
“You must be Professor Donald Rumsinger.” It wasn’t a question. She knew from Queen Rachel’s thoughts that this man could be no other. Ariel watched the man stand and come around the table.
He looked at her as if she was a mere insect under glass. “What can I do for you?” She asked, willing her voice to remain calm.
He reached out with fat groping fingers and ran the rough pad of this thumb over her nipple. Her sensitive skin puckered and beaded under the abrasion. “There are many things you can do for me.” He licked his cracked lips. “But most will have to wait until I get more equipment.” He flicked her nipple as if he were tossing a coin in the air and then returned to his seat. The wood creaked under his weight as he sat down.
“I’m a lowly tribal member. I’m of no use to you. My people shall miss me and come searching for me.” Ariel tried to act as humble as she could, given the circumstances. It wouldn’t do for the red devil to realize who she really was to her tribe.
“I’m counting on it.” His bushy eyebrows arched, challenge sparking in his expression, along with anticipation. A native entered the hut and walked straight to the professor. He leaned down and whispered something in the red-devil’s ear, then turned and left without paying her any notice at all.
Rumsinger stood abruptly. “Speaking of your people…Where are they?”
His gaze narrowed, pinning her in place with the hatred she saw swimming in the brown depths of his eyes. “Don’t lie to me. I’ve grown tired and impatient, tramping around in this godforsaken place.” He all but growled. “If you don’t tell me where your people have gone, I’ll let my men take turns plumbing that tight ripe cunt of yours.” He leaned across the table, nearing her face. “Do you understand me?”
Ariel swallowed her immediate response. He dare threaten her? Did he not know she was the seer, holy woman and guide to the beyond. Of course he didn’t, she’d just told him she was an unimportant tribal member.
If she had access to her potions, Ariel would have him believing he was a frog within minutes. She paused. Maybe a frog was too good for this wart of a man. Perhaps a slug…Ariel smiled to herself. Unfortunately, for now, she’d have to go with another plan since he wasn’t buying her lowly position.
“If you or any of your men fuck me, then I’ll be unable to aid you. I am the seer. My power is great, but cannot be tainted by a male cock.” Her statement was the truth, for the most part. Now that her people were no longer on the planet, she wasn’t exactly needed in the same capacity, but he didn’t know that. Ariel watched as her words sank into the slug’s twisted mind. His thoughts were instantaneous.
What if she’s telling the truth?
She smiled, this time showing him. “Rest assured little man I am telling the truth.”
The professor’s face grew as red as an overripe berry, before he finally released an anger-filled breath. “Take this blonde whore to the hut located on the furthest branch. Bind her, and then post yourselves on guard duty. If she tries to escape you have my permission to sample any part of her flesh you like, but save her ass for me.” His brown eyes narrowed and he grinned, anticipation plainly written on his vile face.
Ariel’s blood seemed to thicken in her veins. The man’s mind raged with torturous thoughts. For a few seconds, she saw herself bound by vines and suspended up in the air, her long legs had been pulled apart to the point of pain, exposing her pussy and back orifice to his turgid cock. He’d like nothing more than to plant his deranged seed inside her, not because he found her attractive, but because it would be one more successful experiment. This man truly enjoyed hurting people.
Too bad the mere act of fucking her wouldn’t do it. Only a true-mate could impregnate her, and then only after they’d built up enough power to perform an energy bind. The professor held no care for others, only himself, like a parasite growing from its host’s body. He devoured souls instead of blood. His sole focus was on locating the famous lost tribe and he had. They were simply no longer here. He’d planned on plundering their wealth, and bringing back a male specimen for experimentation and breeding purposes.
The male would have made the professor famous amongst his peers. He’d worked the whole thing out. Rumsinger would start by parading the poor caged specimen around, showing him off to all the famous scientific minds of the world, until the male was no longer of use to him. Then he’d run a barrage of tests on the male to determine his origins. Death would follow and it would not be swift.
Panic slammed into her chest, she desperately tried to drag air into her lungs. A slow chill came over her body and Ariel shivered unable to draw warmth. She could not let this human demon near the transport or Coridan…if he was still alive. She would die before she allowed her people to fall victim to his craven mind. Escape was the only answer.
The men jerked Ariel’s arms behind her back and quickly bound her. The vines bit into her tender flesh and she winced. They led her out of the hut, over to the lift, and then placed her into the basket. She didn’t miss the hungry looks the two natives gave her as the basket lifted into the air. Ariel smiled to herself. She might be able to use their lust to her advantage. She considered no woman her sexual equal. In fact, she’d yet to meet a man who she thought could stand up to the demands her body would place on him.
Well perhaps one man…
Coridan wandered through the jungle aimlessly. His scratched body bled, but he refused to heal himself. What was the point? He’d be dead within days. The endless silence was like a slice of a razor across his mind, cutting out pieces of his sanity. Soon, there would be none left.
They were gone—all gone.
He’d sensed the energy shift a couple of hours ago, signaling his peoples’ departure, leaving nothing but gaping emptiness behind. In that moment, blind panic, the likes of which he’d never experienced, lanced through him. A scream tore from his throat, a primal wounded cry emanating from the depths of his bowels. Coridan had clawed at his flesh like a frenzied beast, allowing insanity to embrace him for a moment, before reining himself back from the edge of the abyss to clear thought once again.
He was alone.
Damn his selfish behavior. What had started out as admiration turned into jealousy, until he was no longer able to tell right from wrong. Now he paid the price. Exile. He pushed a fern out of the way, wending his way deeper into the jungle. He’d continue to trample through the vegetation, not caring whether he destroyed the plant life, until madness overtook him. It would not be long now.
Coridan prayed to the goddess that his death would not be drawn out. He didn’t bother asking for her mercy, for he deserved it not. He’d acted out of frustration. The frustration that comes when a man realizes there is no chance of him finding his true-mate.
Now Jac was gone.
Gone with Ares—her true-mate.
Coridan hadn’t wanted to admit it to himself at the time, but today the truth was as clear as the azure color of Jac’s fiery eyes. The moment she’d taken to the river, risking life and limb to save Ares, he’d known that beyond a doubt she’d never been his true-mate. He’d been wrong about her. Coridan snorted. He’d been wrong about many things. There was no point dwelling on his past mistakes. He’d find no redemption here in the middle of the jungle, without his people.
He pushed on, ignoring the pain surging through his muscles. He’d been walking ever since he’d voluntarily left the Atlanteans, refusing to allow his body to seek nourishment or rest. Soon his limbs would collapse and he’d have no choice but to allow exhaustion to claim him. Until then he’d journey on, getting far away from the reminders of his shame, as far as his legs would carry him. Maybe then, he’d find a small modicum of peace.