Bound
Souls
Forever
Yours
Book
1
N.D.
Jones
Genre:
Science Fiction Romance
Publisher:
Kuumba Publishing
ISBN:
978-0-9975293-5-7
ASIN:
978-0-9975293-6-4
Number
of pages: 292
Cover
Artist: Wycked Ink
Book
Description:
A
supernatural love triangle that tests the bounds of science, truth,
and faith.
Regent
Lela of Asiya is the most powerful person on her planet but she is
powerless to save the life of her beloved soulmate—Zion Grace. For
thirty years they lived as husband and wife, but Zion’s time is at
an end. Lela must go on without him.
“There
will never be anyone else for me.”
Despite
having died, nothing can keep Zion from his soulmate. He’s back but
not as the man he once was. Zion must help Lela move on with her
life, lest he lose her forever. But how can Zion convince Lela to
accept the love and affections of another man when he still wants her
for himself?
"I
love you, Lela. My heart is forever yours.”
Lela
and Zion are bound souls, destined to live eternity together. For
these lovers, death is not an end, but a fateful beginning.
This
novel includes “The Garden,” a bonus short story.
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Excerpt:
It was true, Zion had only three
more years left on his thirty-year life extension. He was tired and
felt even more so as the days, weeks, months and years crept by. Zion
spared a sidelong glance at his wife, whose head was down, eyes
closed and hand still fiercely gripping his own. She wasn't ready for
the ride to end either, yet they both knew it was slowing, preparing
to grind to its final halt and he would have to disembark, leaving
her behind.
This thing with Ammon had eaten
away at Zion for the last several months. Yet Ammon was simply an
outlet for his own anger, fear, and depression. He was growing older,
his hair thinner and grayer, and his stomach… well, let's just say
he'd had to use the services of a good seamstress over the years. Yet
Lela was still as beautiful and fit as when they'd first met.
Zion didn't begrudge Lela her
slow aging or fine, alluring features. In fact, he loved that about
her. What did bother him was that other men could see what he saw.
Everything about Lela exuded intelligence, grace, dignity, strength,
and beauty. Zion learned a long time ago, she could never see herself
the way others did, especially men.
While Zion rarely entertained
jealous thoughts before or cared much when he caught a male giving
Lela an approving look, now he saw nothing but. Under the
circumstances, the little signs of masculine appreciation for his
beautiful wife enraged him.
"I'm sorry," Zion spoke
into the quiet breach, lifting Lela’s chin with his bruised hand.
Tears flooded her eyes. Even wet,
they were still the most stunning eyes he’d ever seen. Picasso
marble Zion thought the first time she’d looked at him—a
combination of black, brown, gray, and white. Back then, they’d
sparkled with intelligence and curiosity, now they glistened with
pain. Lela wasn't ready for this conversation. How could she be?
"No, it's me who should
apologize. I thought you were paranoid, seeing things that didn't
exist."
"I acted like a jackass, a
Neanderthal, damn near dragging you out of the banquet room before
the function was over. Hell, I might as well as hoisted you over my
shoulder and beat my chest like a caveman."
He rubbed his thumb across her
right cheek, then lips. "You're an incredible woman, Lela."
Zion paused, nearly biting his tongue on his next words. The ones his
selfish heart screamed at him to not utter. "You'll live for a
long time, probably another four or five decades. I only have three
years left. For an Asiyan, you'll be in your prime when I pass on.”
His voice cracked when the held tears dropped from his wife’s eyes.
She knew where he was going with this, Zion realized.
"You'll have to go on
without me, and I don't want you to spend the next fifty years by
yourself."
"I won't be by myself. I'll
have Xavier." Lela pushed off the bed and moved away from him.
She walked to the window, refusing to acknowledge the true meaning of
his words.
Zion followed, watching her stern
but sad image in the window. Needing to touch and reassure her, he
wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled Lela to him.
"The thought of another man
being this close to you," Zion whispered, stirring tendrils of
her long hair, "makes me want to commit murder. When I heard
Ammon offering for you, it took all of my self-control to not take a
laser gun to him. The only thing I kept thinking was that he couldn't
have you. That you're mine and mine alone."
"Is that why you've been so
angry these past few months?" She turned in his arms, then
rested her head against his resilient shoulder.
"Yes and something else."
"What else?"
Zion lifted her chin, compelling
her to meet his eyes.
"I didn't want to
acknowledge how selfish I was being," he said, leaning down and
placing a warm, soft kiss on her lips. "I want you to be happy
in those four or five decades you have left, Lela, but I don't want
you to find happiness in the arms of another man."
"I have no desire to mate
with anyone else, or to take a lover," she reassured, initiating
another kiss, a desperate embrace full of a wife's integrity and
denial. "I can't imagine being with anyone other than you. I
love you, Zion. I could never love another."
He knew she spoke the truth. He
believed her, but she didn't understand. Zion did. He'd experienced
the loss of a spouse.
"When Iman died, a part of
me died with her. Like you, I thought there would never be anyone
else for me. And that was true for a long time—”
Lela shook her head in protest,
not allowing Zion to continue. "Don't." A heartbreaking
plea. "Don't say such things. There will never be anyone else
for me."
Zion saw the near panic in her
upturned face, her Picasso marble eyes glowing with resolution and
despair.
"It's not the same. It just
isn't."
It was exactly the same. Yes,
what he felt for Iman was different from the love he had for Lela.
But it was love all the same. Loving Lela didn't mean Iman ceased to
occupy a special place in his heart and mind. A small, warm piece of
her and their life together would always be a part of him. As he
would always be a part of Lela, but she couldn't see it, not now. But
someday. Zion didn't want to think about that and clearly, neither
did his wife.
About
the Author:
N.
D. Jones lives in Maryland with her husband and two children. She is
the founder of Kuumba Publishing, an art, audiobook, eBook, and
paperback company. Kuumba Publishing is a forum for creativity, with
a special commitment to promoting and encouraging creative works of
authors and artists of African descent.
A
desire to see more novels with positive, sexy, and three-dimensional
African American characters as soul mates, friends, and lovers,
inspired the author to take on the challenge of penning such romantic
reads. She is the author of two paranormal romance series: Winged
Warriors and Death and Destiny. N.D. likes to read historical and
paranormal romance novels, as well as comics and manga.
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