Towards Tomorrow - Origins (Towards Tomorrow (English) #1) -

Carolina Beatriz

Self-publishing

2018

600 páginas

20h 0m

ISBN-10: B07C2NQJST

"I stop, already a few steps away from the entrance of the building, and lift my face towards him, towards the sun, with my eyes closed, wishing to take some of his heat and to deeply inspire his freshness. I like to try to establish truces whenever I get the opportunity, even if he plays difficult to achieve. A pity that I cannot enjoy, what?, more than a few seconds of inner peace, since something hits me and throws me with everything on the cold and hard ground.
It hurt.
The world seems convinced to ruin my good mood today and whenever possible.
“Aw!”
“Wow! I am sorry! I am so sorry, miss. Here, let me help you.”
A man offers me his hand, all worried. Well, he should be! I accept it and he helps me up the sidewalk.
A man offers me his hand, all worried. His hand is soft to the touch and is a little sweaty, as if he were exercising. A glance at his new Nike running shoes confirms my suspicion.
"Are you all right, miss?” he asks me and I feel a trace of amusement in his voice.
No, but who cares? I am busy, don’t disturb me. Let me continue my inventory: the creature is wearing navy blue drift pants and a white tank top that has that kind of braided collar, pirate-like or medieval prince style, plus a hood. What an interesting shirt!
Also interesting is the fact that it is indecently transparent given the excess of sweat, revealing an abdomen beyond definite. Oh my. This guy is huge. I intended to finish the fashion inspection, but the reliefs and depressions here have got already disconcerted me enough, so I move on to some of the other physical characteristics of the individual before I lose my focus once and for all.
He is tall, very tall. Must be, what... a bit more than six feet high? I have never been much of a comparison parameter in this particular aspect and for me everyone seems very tall... the really tall ones then....
Strong arms that lack the sleeves of the shirt and which, I have got no doubt, are natural and not a reflection of intense workmanship. The neck is structured and well defined; the chin is perfectly carved and the whole set is deliciously accompanied by signs of a morning beard. And that’s when I turn my gaze to truly face him, the guilty one for running me down this morning, and I start to fall again.
"Ow, are you all right, miss?” he alarms himself and helps me not to fall a second time.
Oh. Ow. Oh my, oh my, oh my.
Oh my!
Brown hair touches his shoulders in a clumsy and tempting way. I am talking about wicks that escaped from the hairband... a low bun, shaggy and very timid, I can see from here. It is beyond sexy. This, by the way, is a quality that few men possess: the ability to be even more handsome and manly with longer hair strands. It is all part of a very well-balanced equation, if you ask me, which mixes the face type, body behavior, smile, look and attitude of the individual, making it pure pleasure and temptation. Don’t try to take one of the topics off the list and don’t overdo the dosage either; the chemistry here is minimally calculated and perfect."
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When Ayura Masen (re)encounters Adam Keller, a wealthy New York businessman and the ghost/doppelgänger of the man she fell in love with 4,000 years ago in the Valley of the Kings, Egypt, the memories of a life she thought she had left behind suddenly come back to haunt her. Intrigued, she decides to face the past and present to get to know better this man who is, without ever having been, her beloved Asluc. Fate, however, stubbornly repeats itself and she faces the possibility of losing him again to what appear to be the same circumstances. Determined to rewrite her story and to prevent the tragic events from repeating themselves, she embarks on a trip to Ancient Egypt, even after solemnly vowing never to return to the place that condemned her.
A book full of adventure, charm, and passion reveals with refined humor the challenges of love and the importance of facing the past to choose the present. - A.C.S.