AMARYLLIS ISBN 978-1-59088-982-4
Reviews:
"Amaryllis is a strong outer space romance starring two delightful star-crossed lovers (literal & figurative). The story line is loaded with earthly and solar action. The support cast enables the audience to understand decisions made especially those by Melanie. Tricia McGill provides readers with a cogent romantic science fiction that is sure to gain her fans from both genres. Great Futuristic Romance."
Harriet Klausner (Paranormal) http://pnr.thebestreviews.com/user5
"Ms. McGill's other world development is very believable. She provides realistic characters, and the landscape of Amaryllis is similar enough to earth to avoid being jarring. She tells a good story that flows nicely and is consistent. This book does provide a love story and lots of sexual tension. Ms. McGill is a good writer with a unique story idea, a great imagination and a nice writing style with excellent dialogue. I look forward to her next offering."
Carmel Vivier for Romance Reviews Today
Carmel Vivier for Romance Reviews Today
"This is a love story, first and foremost. Rarely have two people met and fallen so hard, so fast in love. And rarely have two people had so many obstacles on their path. Reve, a native from Amaryllis, has more things on his mind than catering to what he thinks of as an inferior being. Typical of his society, he doesn't understand the concept of marriage or love, or
understand Melanie's grief. Yet, when Melanie and Reve meet, sparks fly. The love scenes in this book are very sensuous. The book is a fast, enjoyable read for those who love space travel and different planets, the clash of cultures, and some hot sex scenes!"
Jennifer Macaire author and reviewer
"Tricia McGill delivers a good, solid romance with endearing aliens and a slight tinge of suspense. AMARYLLIS is a charming futuristic by a fan favourite."
Kelly Rae Cooper for Romantic Times Magazine (May 02)
"If you're looking for a story full of excitement, intrigue and love then AMARYLLIS is the book for you. Tricia McGill has cleverly woven a story of two worlds of different cultures and beliefs -- alien and separate, except for one thing-- the undeniable love of an Amaryllisan man for an earth woman. AMARYLLIS is a must read from beginning to its final, shattering and most satisfying conclusion. I highly recommend this book."
Elizabeth Forsyth author and reviewer
"In AMARYLLIS, Australian author Tricia McGill achieves a nice balance between science fiction and sensual romance. The color, beauty and technology of an alien planet come alive in a story where nothing is quite what it seems, but the universal emotions of love and trust span worlds and space. McGill keeps the pages turning with a tour of Amaryllis that introduces readers to its citizens as she deepens the relationship between her main characters while maintaining tension through both external and internal conflict. McGill reserves some surprises that dress up the resolution nicely. If you like science fiction romance with a splash of suspense, you won't be disappointed in AMARYLLIS."
Mary Allyce for TheWriteLifestyle
EXCERPT
How like Chris he was. Perhaps this was a dream. And what had happened to Chris, then to her, might have been a nightmare of the worst kind. She would wake up to find things the same as they had been. Would find this had all been a fantasy. Yes, this was the only explanation. Or she had gone mad, had tripped over the edge into a state of limbo.
"Are you Chris, or Reve?" she whispered and then watched through slit eyes as his hands came to rest on her stomach. They were hot on her flesh. So very hot and yet smooth. And extremely gentle. Somehow she had not expected gentleness from this dream man.
"I will be whoever you wish me to be," he said, sitting beside her. He wore no clothes. When had he stripped?
"You have a beautiful body," she found herself saying.
He smiled. It altered his face, made him look less austere, much more like the Chris she knew and loved. A small whimper tore from her throat when remembrance interfered with her dream. "Chris is dead," she cried on a moan of despair.
"Hush. Do not torture yourself with these unwelcome thoughts." Reve stroked his finger down her cheek and then along her shoulder. "Relax, Mel-aanie. Let your body rule your mind."
He brought both knees at her side onto the bed. It seemed as if she was floating mindlessly above the couch. Her body filled with such lightness she was sure she was flying. Slowly and with exquisite gentleness he began once again to caress her, his clever fingers going in long, smooth sweeps from her shoulders to her buttocks and lower to her thighs, her calves then the soles of her feet.
Never had she felt so calm, so completely relaxed, yet so sure of her femininity. How could she allow herself to be caressed by a man she knew was an alien--and a virtual stranger? But she had not the strength to ask him to stop. Besides, what he was doing to her was too pleasurable, filling her with sensations she’d never felt or thought to feel.
Anyhow, it was just a dream, wasn’t it? Why not let it run its course and see where it led? His hard thighs pressed against hers as he straddled her to release the clasp on her bra. In a moment it had been discarded along with her panties. It was a sweet relief to be naked again, to allow him access to her skin--skin he was bringing to a fiery awareness with each sweep of his fingers.
A drawn out sigh turned to a small squeak of surprise when she found herself turned onto her stomach. He continued his exploration along each curve of her back, his fingertips working their tender exquisite way over each vertebra in her spine and then over each cheek of her buttock. On his knees he slid down until he held her calves captured between his powerful thighs.
Melanie heard a soft moan. It had come from her mouth. The man administering such erotic pleasure murmured soft words of encouragement. Words she could not fully understand. Yet without a doubt what they conveyed was that he wanted her, desired her, was on fire for her as she burned for him.
"Please," she begged, unsure of what she was asking. But he knew.
In one swift easy movement he turned her again, and her eyes widened when she saw the look in his eyes. It was feral, primitive, alien. For a moment fear filled her, but it was soon dispelled when his marvellous mouth began another journey of exploration.
"Do not fear me," he whispered. And she didn’t. "What perfect breasts you have, what delicious curves. Skin so soft. You were made to accept a man’s attentions."
He paid homage to her body with his mouth as he praised it with words. On fire for him, Melanie lifted her body, invited, begged, and silently implored him to end this torment, even while she wished it would never end.
"Please," she pleaded, and his small laugh was filled with male satisfaction.
