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    Mayan Craving: End of Days, #2
    Mayan Craving: End of Days, #2
    Mayan Craving: End of Days, #2
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    Mayan Craving: End of Days, #2

    By A.S. Fenichel

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    Surviving the End of Days was only the beginning of the journey for Nancy. After years of searching, she's finally found her missing sister, but when she attempts to rescue Robyn, she enters her worst nightmare. Captured by demons and about to be sacrificed, she's rescued by Asher, whose kindness and bravery arouse her lust, and leave her wanting much more than friendship.

    Asher has been in love with Nancy since he first laid eyes on her, but her infatuation with another man left him unnoticed. Her sudden craving for him couldn't turn him on more. Together they find rapture, but the attraction can only be fleeting.

    While danger and passion pull them together, doubt may rip them apart. Asher and Nancy will need more than a carnal connection if they hope to survive.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherA.S. Fenichel
    Release dateOct 12, 2015
    ISBN9781519984814
    Mayan Craving: End of Days, #2
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    A.S. Fenichel

    A.S. Fenichel gave up a successful IT career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never looked back. A.S. adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic, and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story. The author of The Forever Brides series, the Everton Domestic Society series, and more, A.S. adores strong, empowered heroines no matter the era, and that’s what you’ll find in all her books. A Jersey Girl at heart, she now makes her home in Southern Missouri with her real-life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing, she enjoys cooking, travel, history, puttering in her garden and spoiling her fussy cat. Be sure to visit her website at asfenichel.com, find her on Facebook, and follow her on Twitter.

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      Mayan Craving - A.S. Fenichel

      Mayan Craving

      A.S. Fen ichel

      Surviving the End of Days was only the beginning of the journey for Nancy. After years of searching, she’s finally found her missing sister, but when she attempts to rescue Robyn, she enters her worst nightmare. Captured by demons and about to be sacrificed, she’s rescued by Asher, whose kindness and bravery arouse her lust, and leave her wanting much more than friendship.

      Asher has been in love with Nancy since he first laid eyes on her, but her infatuation with another man left him unnoticed. Her sudden craving for him couldn’t turn him on more. Together they find rapture, but the attraction can only be fleeting.

      While danger and passion pull them together, doubt may rip them apart. Asher and Nancy will need more than a carnal connection if they hope to survive.

      Dedication

      This book is dedicated to the memory of my brother, Louis A. Fenichel. You may have left this world, but we hold you in our hearts.

      Acknowledgments

      Thanks to a wonderful group of writers who were always there with a kind but firm critique: Karen Bostrom, Stormie Kent, Nancy Quatrano, and Jennifer Bray-Weber. Special thanks to my Editor, Briana St James, for her patience and her brilliance in making this book better than I could have conceived. And, as always, thanks to my husband, Dave for knowing that staring into space is working too.

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      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Mayan Craving, Copyright © 2015 A.S. Fenichel / Copy Editor: William Harrison / Editors: H. Woodall and B. St. James / Cover by Karla Doyle at BookishDesigns.com / Cover photography by prometeus and Anna Omelchenko Depositphoto.com / Electronic book publication April 2015 A.S. Fenichel (2015-4-21). Mayan Afterglow, Mayan Craving, Mayan Inferno, End of Days Trilogy. Kindle Edition. This book was previously published under the same title: Mayan Craving First edition © 2011, Mayan Craving First edition © 2012, Mayan Inferno First edition © 2012.

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      Reader Advisory

      Mayan Craving is an erotic romance which contains explicit sex and mature situations that may not be appropriate for all readers. This work is not meant for readers under 18 years of age.

      Table of Contents

      Dedication & Acknowledgments

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      About the Author

      Other Books by A.S. Fenichel

      Chapter One

      Damn her, Asher Dove muttered over the droning Cessna’s engines. What was she thinking, going out here all alone? He’d asked himself the same question over and over since setting out to find Nancy.

      The closer to the Yucatan Peninsula Asher flew, the more the sky blossomed with familiar dark-red clouds, just as it had five years earlier after the End of Days. The sky had clouded over, leaving most of the Earth in shadow. Some said that the heavens had burned. Once the Lord of the Dead, Mictlantecuhtli, or Mictlan, as they called him, was defeated, those red, ominous clouds parted and slowly disappeared, allowing the land to live again.

      Mictlan had nearly conquered the Earth. If he had succeeded, everyone who Asher loved would be a servant to Mictlan. However, humans had banded together to defeat the Lord of the Dead all those years ago. Unfortunately, it looked as if they had not done enough.

      He prayed that Nancy hadn’t been picked up by a demon patrol. Asher focused his attention on the single-lane highway below, searching for any sign of her. The roads she’d have taken stretched over eight hundred miles, a lot of ground to cover. A glint of metal caught his attention and he circled back for another look. He spotted a Jeep parked on the road about twenty miles west of Acayucan. His heart leaped. Nancy.

      From the air it looked intact, but there was no sign of the young woman driver. Before he could land and investigate further, something else caught his attention. Coming toward him from the south, a massive beast loomed dark against the red clouds.

      Oh shit. Dragon.

      An attempt to veer off to the right failed as the dragon moved too fast and slammed into the front of the plane. The impact rammed Asher back against his seat, but by some miracle he managed to keep his hands on the yoke. The Cessna bucked against the added weight and plummeted toward the Earth.

      Not good. Pulling back to keep the plane’s front end up, his heart leaped into his throat as the desert grew larger in the window.

      The dragon’s blood-red eyes stared back at him while the black, snakelike body clung to the nose of the plane. Twenty feet of leathery wings beat against the wind shear, creating a tug of war between Asher and the yoke. Even over the wind and engine noise, those tremendous wings battered the air like thunder. Asher focused through the cacophony of noise pummeling his eardrums and the strain on his muscles.

      As the land grew closer, Asher pulled back, hoping to glide in rather than collide with the ground. His shoulders and arms screamed with pain as the dragon’s weight made controlling the descent impossible.

      You are going to die now, little pilot. Join me and I will spare your life.

      He knew that voice. The Lord of the Dead was the only one who ever called him that. Somehow Mictlan spoke through the animal clinging to Asher’s airplane. His fear became overshadowed by rage. He agreed with only one thing the voice had said. He was about to die. The Cessna would crash to the ground and explode because he couldn’t get the nose up.

      Join me. I will make you a prince. It was more of a taunt than offer.

      Asher and his friends had defeated Mictlan in Teotihuacan after the End of Days, but now it was obvious they had only delayed the Devil’s plans.

      He spoke out loud, though he knew Mictlan could hear his thoughts. Tempting, but being a prince with pieces of my flesh rotting off and smelling like I died several months ago doesn’t sound like much of a prize to me.

      Asher braced himself for impact. The idea of dying didn’t trouble him, but his heart filled with regret because he would never know what happened to Nancy. He pulled harder on the yoke in a vain attempt to live long enough to find her.

      It was useless. The added weight on the front of the craft made gliding in impossible.

      The dragon’s gaze darted toward the ground. The terror Asher saw in the dragon’s eyes made him smile. It recognized the ground’s fast approach.

      To Asher’s surprise, the beast pushed away from the plane, attempting to save itself. The absence of the dragon’s weight on the nose allowed Asher to pull up just enough so that the wheels hit first.

      The impact snapped them like twigs and the belly of the Cessna skidded across the ground violently.

      I’m not dead.

      Inside the cockpit, alarms screamed from the cracked instruments. Smoke filled the plane. Asher’s heart raced with a mixture of terror and joy. He choked and pulled at the harness holding him against the pilot’s seat. I can still find her.

      As soon as the forward motion ceased, he jumped up. The first flicker of flame began in the electrical instruments and spread to the dislodged wires that hung everywhere. Heat quickly filled the small airplane.

      Dammit. The Cessna had saved their lives many times. He grabbed an automatic weapon that had fallen from its place behind the rear seat and slung his duffle over his shoulder. The crossbow he always kept hooked to the pack hit him square in the back. Jumping to the ground stung his cramped leg muscles, but he ran as far from the wreck as he could before flames engulfed the craft.

      Turning back, he searched the sky for the dragon. His heart pounded from both fear and exhilaration. No giant beast marred the blue sky.

      The impact of the first explosion knocked Asher off his feet. He covered his head while shrapnel rained down, and two more blasts followed, filling the air with black smoke.

      The dragon’s cry pierced the air.

      In spite of the ear-splitting pain caused by its banshee-cry, Asher turned toward the noise. He lifted his gun in the direction of the Cessna and watched as the dragon rose up from behind the smoke like a phoenix.

      The dragon struggled to fly and Asher saw its torn left wing. Still, it climbed higher.

      Asher fired, expecting the dragon to come for him. The thing turned to the southeast and moved away.

      Asher collapsed on the dry earth, the hot metal of his AK-47 still clutched in his hand. The adrenaline that had helped him flee the burning plane and run from the explosions fled as quickly as it had come. His energy rushed away. Exhaustion enveloped him like a blanket and even lifting his duffle and rifle might not have been possible.

      He watched the Cessna burn for a few minutes.

      A change in the wind caused the smoke to burn his eyes. They watered until he could no longer see his precious Cessna. His lungs stung in protest and his hacking cough forced him from the area.

      Damn. He looked one last time at the little Cessna he loved so much. That plane once saved the world. He’d met Ian Scott and Aileen Grant in western New York and the Cessna had gotten them to Mexico in one piece. In spite of attacking crows, dragons and Mictlan himself, the little plane had held up and made it all the way.

      He wanted to rest. Needed to. Bruises and bumps formed all over his body. He thought of Nancy and what trouble she might have gotten herself into. Rest will have to wait. He walked toward the road, where Nancy’s car had been abandoned.

      The Jeep hadn’t crashed or met with any demon, as far as he could tell. He turned the key and the engine came to life for a second, then died again.

      Out of gas. The extra gas cans she’d taken along were also empty.

      He shook his head.

      Faint footprints in the sandy dirt headed south. He hiked up his duffle and followed.

      The trail disappeared a mile farther down the road, but he continued on what had once been the two-lane highway toward San Lorenzo. The passage of time, plus the lack of repair, had left the roadway cracked and broken. Flash floods had washed out part of the pavement and he had to climb down into a hole that could easily swallow a full-grown human.

      He worried over the things that Nancy might have encountered. Could she have broken a leg in one of the washouts? Or been

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