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Seized by a panic such as she had never experienced in the 21 short years of her life, Mira scrambled against the man's grip, and a whiff of blood mingled with an intoxicating scent of cedar. 
“Shh,” he murmured, lowering his head. 
Pressed against his firm chest, she gulped at the dark red seeping through his shirt ivory white. She risked a glimpse up. Under a silver-black phantom half mask was a sculpted face, strands of jet-black hair sweeping his cheeks. Contrasting his pale complexion were those burgundy red lips, above which, a straight nose cast a shadow on his thin eyes the color of onyx. He glanced down at her, his gaze otherworldly. 
“If you’re thinking of getting on the back of the truck,” he wheezed, his larynx heaving. “Bad idea.” Deep like the rumbling sea and magnetic, his gravelly voice threatened to drown any audience.
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In a world ten thousand years after ours perishes, the planet is ruled by the First World, consisting of the Commonwealth and the Republic across the Huron Sea. 21-year-old Mira de Armas must escape the Commonwealth after a posse of vigilantes who called themselves the Reds started a revolution and persecuted her stepfather till his death. Disguised as a boy, she smuggles herself to the Republic. As she tries to escape from the Customs, she is caught by the most wanted man of the First World, the last drug lord who has taken out all the Republican cartels. 

The man offers Mira a deal: in exchange for helping him reach a hidden bunker and treating his gunshot wound, he will ensure her safety. Left with no alternative, Mira joins forces with him and soon discovers his other identity—Dr. Warshon Qusbecq, a renowned physician by day. As their journey unveils old memories and exposes the conspiracy behind the upcoming election of the First World Premier, their relationship shifts from mutual suspicion to affection. Through intellectual sparring and the exchange of personal histories, Mira begins to see the truth behind the villain’s mask: that darkness will always exist for the light to be enjoyed on the other side. How will she handle the danger that anchors her now?


I hope you'll enjoy this romantasy.

Across the Huron Sea: Lust For Life

Warshon finished his drink in one large gulp when Telesphore finished the story about Evan Ginsberg, or should he say the girl who made his cautious friend want to risk?

"So, anyway," Telesphore continued, wringing his hands before his chin. "Once it was confirmed that someone left Lizington under the name Evan Ginsberg, I booked the flight. I don't have any further plans, as embarrassing as it is to admit. But I figured I'd at least beat Adnet at it by arriving early. And speaking of whom, what do you plan to do with him?"

Propping his temple against the tip of a forefinger, Warshon leaned languidly to the side and breathed with a quiet sigh. "Nothing," he said, his voice unhurried. "We do what we do, and so long as it keeps your family assets growing, I don't see why your father's proxy should get in our way."

Except that Adnet Reyer was far more than just a proxy. Preceded by his reputation of cunning, Adnet must have his purposes that might include Mira – Warhon brooded but withheld his thoughts that would do nothing at this point other than make the already anxious man panic.

Telesphore nodded with somewhat reluctance. Then, an apologetic smile flashed in his eyes, his chin tucked in as he drew back. "Sorry for bombarding you. How're you keeping, pal? Didn't you say you're bringing a plus one?"

"About that," Warshon pursed his lips. "I have good news and bad news."

The other's dark brows wriggled into a puzzled frown, "Okay?"

Clenching his fist, Warshon hesitated. His watch vibrated, turning his eyes to his wrist. A glance sufficed to bring a laugh out of him. "Speak of the devil." He shook his head. "My girl is having a little trouble. Mind I go pick her up?"

"Aren't you sweet?" Telesphore chuckled, his eyes rolling.

"Hope you still think so when I return." Leaving him with a loaded remark, Warshon got to his feet.

Back in the fitting room, he found the sleeping beauty who called his heart to a halt. Bracing his hands on the backrests, he leaned down and imbibed every bit of her. His eyes traveled down her deep neckline, lingering on the fabric that concealed the hideous scar left by the cigar.

So, that's how you got it.

"Nice to meet you, Mira de Armas." Sharing the air between them as he brushed his lips along her cheek, he smiled wryly. "Thank you for coming to my life."

50. Once Upon A December/4.