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SYNOPSIS

The war between the present and the future has started. Compelled to cooperate with the forces of the future in order to gain Christopher back, Emma has taken on a new mission. The portal that connects the two worlds must be relocated otherwise there is no hope for humanity. But there are so many obstacles she has to overcome; Christopher has given up on their love, her best friend has been kidnapped and the life-changing truth about her family is revealed. Worst of all, a new, unexpected menace under the name Frederick, Christopher’s evil double, threatens their lives.

Will she be able to secure the future of mankind and claim the love she has fought so hard for? What if Christopher has decided to sacrifice himself again in order to save her?

 In Beguiled, the second book of the Gate Deadlock series, love knows no deadlocks.

 Title: Beguiled

Author: Urania Sarri

Published: Self Published on Amazon and CreateSpace

Genre: Paranormal, Time-Travel, Romance, NA

Content Warning: Subtle Sensuality 

EXCERPT

Seduction

On Sunday, I didn’t see Christopher at all as he had been supervising the excavation all day. Besides, I was hiding among the insulating walls of my little house, searching frantically within my dad’s archives in the hopes that I would find the desirable clues that would enable me to put an end to the absurdity I had been going through.

When it got dark, I felt the need for some fresh air. The night was bright, as a huge, orange moon had just ascended the dark mountain slopes toward the starry sky. I opened the door and walked toward the circular garden to which all eight little houses had access. The first blood-red buds on the rosebushes had started to blossom, leaving a faint odour of freshness in the air. The garden promised a culmination of color as the ground, replete with water, had all the bushes and flowers ready to burst into life; I thought of the imminent outbreak of odor and color. Would I still be around?

     “Feeling restless?” Christopher’s voice sounded wary, coming from a bench to my left, giving me a start. The anger I felt for him the previous night still hadn’t worn off. My first thought was to find an excuse and go back into my house, but then something stopped me. Something more powerful than my instincts of self-preservation.

    “It’s a beautiful night,” I said, trying to hide the tremor in my voice. This was one of the very few moments I’d been alone with him since he’d brought me back to Pylos. I still hadn’t gotten used to the distance he had brought between us. I would never get used to it.

     “It makes your heart cry, doesn’t it?” he whispered, gazing at the full moon.

     “It’s so bright …” I mumbled, looking for words to finish my statement, startled by the unexpected revelation of his thoughts.

     “Ahh, don’t let it deceive you. ‘The moon’s an arrant thief, and her pale fire she snatches from the sun’.”

     “Shakespeare? Wow!” I mocked. My mind went back on track; romantic mood subsiding, resentment taking over.

Silence was the response. But I persisted.

     “I’ve always wondered about that other side, the dark one.”

 Still no response. I presumed he was processing my point, wondering about the hint in it.

     “I guess there’s always a dark side to everything, no matter the beauty of it.” Bitterness exposed my intentions as evidently as the full moon above us. I was certain he had grasped the challenge, but the lack of any kind of reaction from his part disappointed me. Christopher kept gazing at the moon, lost in his own thoughts.

Overwhelmed by the sudden fear he might just give up and leave instead of responding to my childish challenge, I made an effort to hold back. What was I doing spoiling the magic of the moment? How many nights had I dreamt of moments like this? And there I was, being grumpy again!

I changed my tune and ignored the growing signs of the looming fit of anger inside me, threatening to break out.

    “When I was a little girl, I used to look at the moon through a telescope my dad had bought for me. I was sure I could make out streets on it. I never realized how far it was and I would always ask my dad if we could fly there by plane, like the astronauts had done.”

    “It’ll just take a little more time,” he whispered, startling me.

My eyes scanned his loveable face. “That’s funny. That’s exactly what my dad used to say.”

Christopher didn’t say anything for a few minutes. He didn’t move at all, lost in his thoughts, enchanted by the huge, red moon that was staring at us in full splendour, dominating the sky, captivating the eyes, the thoughts, the soul.

It didn’t take long for me to finally realize I was able to contain my anger. My father’s memory always had a calming effect on me. Besides, my love for Christopher still surmounted any other feeling.

For one brief moment, I felt our souls uniting, as we inevitably succumbed to the catalytic lunar spell, as if it would lull our tormented hearts. My eyes turned to him again. He was so close lying on that bench, only a few steps separating us physically. But the real distance between us was vast.

    “What’s going on inside your beautiful, little head?" he asked, his eyes still fixed to the sky. Still, his voice was so wrong; the voice of a stranger.

     “My thoughts have never been too hard to guess. Usually, I’m an open book.”

     “Not to me,” his cold voice remarked. I wasn’t sure if it was his tone or his words that evoked a new wave of anger inside me.

   “Okay then. I’ll enlighten you. I was thinking what perplexing character you are. I wonder how frustrating it must feel to lead such a contradictory life.”

     “Define contradictory,” he said guardedly.

    “You are a romantic dreamer who enjoys the full moon today and a tough League servant the next morning.” I was determined not to mention anything related to our previous affair.

    “The one does not exclude the other,” he said calmly.

    “No, of course not. Not if you’re suffering from split personality disorder.” I had started to sound bitter. Again.

     “Is that how you think of me? That I’m suffering from some…mental disease?” He turned his head to look at me with a fake, broad smile.

     “I’m starting to think there must be something in the air you breathe back there or in the food you eat that brainwashes you and makes it easier for the League to manipulate you.”

He chuckled. “You’ve always had a very vivid imagination.”

    “Really? How else would you be capable of all this?”

    “What do you mean?  I’m capable of a lot of things.” He sounded guarded again.

 I didn’t even think before going on to say what had been torturing me ever since Denzel had presented me with his farewell gift. The video of Christopher–different hair, unshaved face–shooting a dozen unarmed men and women, even a child, and enjoying it. It was Denzel’s last effort to dissuade me from demanding Christopher’s return to my world. To think that he was trying to warn me or to protect me would be an overstatement. It was foreseeable that sooner or later I would mention that gift to Christopher. What I never expected was that I would do it in a conscious effort to hurt him.

    “Christopher, I know. I’ve seen the video. I’ve seen you. Denzel showed me.”

Although he didn’t move at all, I felt how alarmed he was since his body had become instantly tense under the disguise of a cool attitude.

     “And what exactly did he show you?”

It was too late to stop now. The only way to get over this was to tell the truth.

     “You. In that building with all those poor people. You had longer hair and a beard, but I recognized you. How could you kill all those people, Christopher? That was not collateral damage. It seemed like pure delight for you.”

     “How can you be so sure it was me?”

     “I saw your face. Denzel thought it was a fitting goodbye present. He wanted to threaten me, I guess, so as not to disobey him. Or maybe he wanted to warn me.”

    “Warn you about me,” he said in a voice that revealed how much I had hurt him.

He sat up abruptly. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

     “Is that all you have to say?”

He stood up and looked at me with his arresting face, but his true emotions were concealed behind the most nonchalant expression.

     “What else do you expect me to say? You’ve already condemned me, denying me the benefit of the doubt, so what’s the use of trying to justify my actions? Again, I’m truly sorry.” His voice was cold and detached again.

    “No, Christopher. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for you. For ending up like this. For losing hope and faith in what brought you to me in the first place. For giving up on everything that made you so special.”

He shrugged. “What can I say? Guilty as charged.” He put his hands in his pockets and turned away. “One more reason for you to stay away from me.”

That’s it? I thought. No shouting? No effort to defend himself?

 He walked towards his house. His stumping didn’t escape my notice. Underneath his nonchalant composure I knew my arrows had reached their target this time. I knew I had hurt him and that made me feel awful.

It had brought another sleepless night full of torment. And it was my fault.

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Urania

Free read: one of my favorite Beguiled scenes.

I really want to share this scene with you my distracted readers!

It's one of my favorite Beguiled scenes. Read along and let me know your thoughts! Oh, I've added a couple of images so  that you can have a glimpse...

The knock on the door made my heart pump fast. I got up and looked at my face in the mirror. Awful image. Red eyes and dark circles underneath. I quickly fixed my hair in a sloppy bun but there was no time to change the bathrobe I was still in.

    “Emma? Can I come in?” That voice. The voice I adored.

    “Come in,” I said, biting my lip. Christopher looked tired too. It was obvious that he hadn’t slept either. He was holding his cell phone.

     “They’ve just called. In about two minutes they’ll call back. You’ll be able to talk to your boyfriend.”

     “Stop calling him my boyfriend.”

     “Right. I meant your…friend,” he mocked.

      “Did you get anything out of them? Did they say where they’re keeping him?”

     “No. I’m sorry. It’s obvious that they still don’t trust me.”

    “Why don’t they? You’re one of them now, aren’t you?” I was deliberately trying to hurt him, but he didn’t seem to take the hint.

     “You’re absolutely right. I am one of them. Maybe I’ve always been one of them.” And just like that, he’d turned the bow toward me. The arrow hit its target, aiming straight at my heart.

    “Hmmm.” He looked around. “It looks exactly the same. I’m surprised you haven’t changed anything,” he remarked.

What was I supposed to say? That I’d been waiting for him to come back and that I didn’t want anything changed because it all reminded me of him? I preferred to let him think exactly the opposite.

     “I’ve only been here a couple of times. I never thought about changing anything. I’ll probably sell the place.” I’d never thought about selling our house, of course, but now it occurred to me that I should put an ad about it as soon as this doomed-to-fail mission would be over.

   “That will be a very wise thing to do.” His face remained annoyingly unreadable.

   “Won’t you come inside?” I challenged him.

    “Sure. Why not?”

Christopher walked into the room with stealthy, cat-like movements. He lay on the huge bed, his palms supporting the back of his head; a sight for sore eyes to every woman. In another world, I would have thrown myself at him and covered him with kisses.

With a leisurely air, he fixed the pillows behind his head and gazed at me.

In an act of senseless bravery, I sat on the other edge of the bed. “How… How does it feel?” I asked.

    “What do you mean?”

    “How does it feel to be here? To be back.” Back with me, I wanted to say.

He smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. “What do you want to hear? That I’ve missed this place, this house, this…bed?”

     “Have you?”

     “You know the answer to that, don’t you? Trained assassins do not become attached to places or people. We cannot afford to be.” He closed his eyes. “But I have to admit, I’ve always liked this bed. Especially after having spent the last three hours lying on the sofa.”

So that was his only emotion about being here. The comfortable bed. So uninspired, so unromantic.

Then he looked at me through his half-open eyes. “But you know this, don’t you? I’m sure you and your boyfriend make the most of this bed when you meet here.”

    “What are you trying to prove?”

    “To prove? It’s just pure biology. Don’t tell me I still shock you! As far as I remember, you’ve overcome that stage.”

I felt my cheeks burn. I had an intense urge to slap him.

     “There’s no need to be so cynical,” I said instead.  Suddenly, thinking of Alex made me want to laugh. What would he say if he heard Christopher talk this way, considering my silly fixation on keeping myself pure “until the prince came back” as he used to tease me?

His mobile vibrated next to him and he took his time to answer it, ignoring the twitch I couldn’t hide.

      “Yes?” he said. Then he passed me the phone without saying anything, his eyes more blank than ever.

     “Alex?” My voice trembled.

The Gate Deadlock series  #2

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Free read: a steamy scene from Beguiled, paranormal,time-travel romance!

This is my thank you gift to all the readers of Urania's Distractions! Enjoy!

Beguiled, The Gate Deadlock Series #2

I made a full tray of crepes with Mateo’s “special” filling and carried it to my partners’ house. The smell was quite inviting and my appetite had now grown even more. I used my elbow to open the door. But when I got inside, Mateo was nowhere in the living room.

    “Your order is delivered, sir!” I shouted, heading towards the kitchen.

    “Mateo?” I raised my voice. No response. “He’s gone?” I whispered to myself, putting the tray on the table, disappointed.

     “But I’m here,” a mocking voice said behind me, waking up the butterflies in my empty stomach; a long-lost, cherished feeling.

I turned with a start. Christopher was standing behind me, wearing only his jeans as he leaned his bare shoulder on the cold wall. How had I missed his car outside?

    “Oh!” I flinched. “I thought Mateo …”

He walked toward me, stopping about a foot away, his bare chest too close. His smell dazzled me the same way as it used to last summer, a lifetime ago. When we weren’t worlds apart.

I tried to hold my breath.

     “Did I disappoint you?” His eyes were burning mine, making them lock on his.

      “Don’t be silly.” I tried to sound convincing.

      “Then what? Did I frighten you?” He moved his body toward me, towering above me, making me feel too small.

I stepped back and felt the kitchen table behind me. “I think I should go.”

      “I think you should. Coward,” he mocked. But he stood there, still menacing and so unearthly attractive.

We both knew the only escape was right behind him, but there was no sign that he intended to let me go. There was something in his look that scared me. Something dark and intimidating. Something baleful. Please don’t touch me! I thought. I knew if he touched me I would be easy prey in his hands. Yet, at the same time, I desperately hoped he would reach out.

And he did. His warm finger caressed my face, moving along the line of my jaw then tracing the outline of my lips.

     “You have confused me, Emma. I thought you were a composed, bashful girl. And I find you ready to throw yourself at men, just like this. Are you aiming at Mateo now? I’d never guess he’s your type. And don’t say I’ve corrupted you.” His velvet, alluring voice was drifting me toward a dangerous path. A path I knew well.

     “That’s…sick. I…I don’t like you when you talk like this.” That was the best I could come up with to say.

     “Are you afraid of me now?” His lips brushed my cheek.

     “Should I be afraid of you?”

     “Definitely. You know what I’m capable of. You’ve seen it, isn’t that right?” He whispered, his lips brushing mine.

Yes, I’d seen. But I had chosen to hide this side of him in a dark corner of my mind, a safe distance from my heart.

    “But I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to. That was the reason you brought me here after all, wasn’t it?”

I was floating. His voice was mesmerizing, his smell the most potent drug, his body the ultimate challenge. His hands found mine and he pushed them behind my waist, locking them with his left hand, holding them still. His right hand was free to touch me anywhere he wished.

     “I know your tricks, remember?” I whispered in a faint voice.

     “You have no idea.” His breath felt hot behind my ear. “It will be like nothing we’ve done before. You must have realized how different I am this time.”

I shivered when his body pressed against mine. Then I heard him chuckle.

     “What’s wrong, Emma? Doesn’t your boyfriend satisfy you? Do you want to make love to a dangerous killer like me? That’s risky you know. You may discover you can’t go back to your boyfriend after that.”

    “Christopher! Stop! Why are you doing this?” My unconvincing tone made me sound pitiful.

     “I’m not going to stop. You don’t want me to stop. That’s why you’re here.”

He unbuttoned my shirt. His scorching hand carved hot paths on my shivering body. I didn’t have time to react when his kiss blocked my voice, sending me away. Further than the time travel I had taken a few days ago. I was floating again. I knew my feet were no longer touching the ground. Christopher had carried me to his bed and when he moved to unzip my jeans, I realized it was too late. His hot breath on my breasts felt familiar. Everything about his touch was familiar. Only those cold blue eyes and the baleful grin belonged to a stranger. But I didn’t have to look into them. I could keep my eyes shut and pretend he was my Christopher again.

It took me a few seconds to realize he had stopped. I was still in another dimension when I saw his broad grin just a few inches away from my face.

     “When you’ve finished, come back to the kitchen. I can’t eat all those crepes by myself.” Mateo’s calm voice said from the door behind Christopher, sounding like nothing had happened.

     “Saved by the bell.” Christopher whispered, buttoning my shirt again. I covered my face with my hands. He got up and put on his jumper before walking to the door. He stopped and turned, his cold eyes staring at me.

    “You have to stay away from me. Next time, nobody will come to your rescue.” 

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In the meantime, Gate Deadlock #1 is still only 0,99$

Soo excited with this 5-star review on Beguiled!!!

Lydia rated it 5 of 5 stars

* SPOILER ALERT*

So i was curious to see what would happen next and i was amazed! I loved this book! I couldn't stop reading because in every page there was a twist in the plot which brought excitement all over again!

The emotions were great!!And it became one of my favorite love stories! I really liked the way Christopher was so mysterious but all for a good cause and how it did not get boring with a simple plot. The narrative for one more time was excellent as were the settings in the story. A new character appears Mateo who is totally likeable although you are fooled at the beginning that he is not with the good guys. The ending was perfect!! And i really liked how Alex was not left alone because i really liked his character. I do love happy endings!All in all i loved it and i would read it again with same excitement!
Excellent work!It's a must-read!

My Beguiled interview to "A Word Please".

Good morning my paranormally distracted readers!
Do you want to know the inspiration behind the Gate Deadlock series? Or, who's my favorite character in it? Maybe, read some of my favorite lines in Beguied? Read all about it on http://quietfurybooks.com/blog/2013/07/beguiled-by-urania-sarri/ where I make another Beguiled blog stop.
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Urania

Emma's letter to Sabrina's Paranormal Palace: a Beguiled guest post.

Hello fans of the paranormal romance genre!

There's a special guest post today on http://sabrinasparanormalpalace.blogspot.gr/2013/07/beguiled-blog-tour.html Read Emma's letter and maybe you can understand better the closing scene of Gate Deadlock (a question I've been asked quite often). Emma has tried to include as little spoiler as possible so I don't think that those of you who haven't read the book yet will miss the fun after reading her own view of events.
Do leave a comment. I really want to know what you think.

Dear reader,

I’m writing to respond to your persistent question, the one you have repeatedly been asking me ever since you read that last page of Gate Deadlock.

You ask me why I ran, why I caved in. Why I gave up on Christopher.

How can you ask me that when you’ve read every little detail of the tormenting journey that brought me to this muddy road?

You know I’m anything but a coward.

I started this adventure as an ignorant girl and look where it got me. I didn’t cave in to death. I fought loss. I defeated the possibility of life on a wheelchair. I confronted my father’s assassin. I fooled the leader of the future world. I fought against time. I have become cunning. I have become manipulative. But a coward I’m not.

I’ve learnt to fight. For him. For us.

You know what it was that brought me to my knees? The emptiness in his icy blue eyes. The futile search for something that should be there. For the warmth that was missing from his vacant stare. That unbearable look of a stranger. Because that invisible string that pulls me to him is still towing my heart backwards. But when I turn to find the other end I am horrified by the stranger’s face staring back at me. I know that look. I’ve seen it before. In the face of an assassin.

I wish you’d never asked me why I ran. Because I hoped you’d understand. I’d rather you asked me where I was running to. Because without Christopher there is nowhere to go.

I can’t go back to our house. His absence will be intolerable there.

Going back to London is not an option either. Because that would mean I have to start a new life and I’m not ready yet. My wound is so fresh; still bleeding. And don’t tell me I can go to Alex. I burnt that shelter long ago when I exploited his feelings for me. Yes, I had an ulterior motive; to save a life. Christopher’s life. But that doesn’t mean I can forgive myself.

So I’ll just keep on running away. I don’t know where Beguiled will take me but I have a very bad feeling my life will never be the same.

The string is pulling harder. But I won’t turn back.

I have to find a life. But first I have to find a shelter. I need to ask a favor: will you open your heart for me and let me in?

                                                                         Yours always,

                                                                           Emma 

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Urania

Gate Deadlock is on sale! Only 99c!

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Free this week-end! Paranormal romance 'Beguiled'.

This week-end I'm celebrating my birthday with a two-day giveaway of my new paranormal romance. So 'Beguiled', the story of Emma and Christopher who struggle against time, is free on Amazon kindle for  this Saturday and Sunday! Plus, it needs your reviews to reach its audience. So if you feel like submitting one on Amazon or Goodreads, I would appreciate it!

The winners of the Cover Reveal Blitz with Juniper Grove!

Juniper Grove Book Solutions organised an amazing Cover Reveal Blitz for the release of 'Beguiled'. The rafflecopter giveaway went on for several days and I really want to thank all the bloggers and booklovers who participated and sent me their positive energy. You guys made me want to give back some of this energy by becoming a tour host myself! (See my Badge on the right of this page? That's something I'm really proud of!).
 I'm grateful to Juniper Grove and to Jaidis Shaw personally for her help and support during this exciting event.
Now , for the winners!!! Marissa Aldana won the copy of Gate Deadlock!
Cynthia ....... won the $10 Amazon gift card. Congratulations!
As for the rest of you, there's a blog tour on the way for 'Beguiled' so stay tuned!

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Urania

CONTEST WINNERS!!! The first contest of my release party is over!

Thank you all for taking part in the Share/retweet my link contest, the first contest of the release party for 'Beguiled', my paranormal time-travel romance.
Congrats to Amanda Brown (who shared my link on twittter) for winning an E-BOOK OF YOUR CHOICE!!!
Congrats to Dana Marie (who shared my link on twittter) for winning a $5Amazon gc.
I'll be contacting the winners for the details.
Stick around, the party isn't over yet. There's more coming ;)

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Rania