Title: Shadow Wars Homebound

Author: Ursula Sinclair

Series: Shadow Wars

Genre: SciFi/New Adult/Romance

Publisher: Isisindc Publishing, LLC

Release Date: Sept 1 2014

Edition/Formats Available In: eBook

Blurb/Synopsis:

Did you ever feel as though you don't belong?

Veil had been a step out of place all his life. Until one day he found a phone that took him on a path far beyond the world he knew. But to get all the answers he had to save the princess he fell in love with – only to lose her once he made her a queen.

Nikki never felt she quite belonged. Until she met a man who saved her life and placed her on a throne she never knew was hers. But in order to be queen and save a world at war, she had to give up Veil.

Would you walk away from the love of a lifetime if you could prevent the destruction of a planet?

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Author Information

Ursula Sinclair is the alter ego for LaVerne Thompson is an award winning, best-selling, multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi sensual romances. She also writes romantic suspense and new adult romance as Ursula Sinclair.

She is currently working on several projects. Both of her daughters are now away at college. However, she and her husband don’t like the term empty nester. She’s added a cat to the household to keep the dog of the house company. Hopefully writing will keep her sane. Visit her website at http://lavernethompson.com to read excerpts of her books or Facebook to contact her,http://facebook.com/groups/lavernesnews or http://facebook.com/ursulasinclair98 and on Twitter at http://twitter.com/lavernethompson

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Veil

“Excuse me, I think you dropped this?”

The woman shook her head no, and her long braids swung across her shoulder. She took the phone out of my hand anyway and turned toward the man with his arm around her waist. “Who the hell is this?” she said staring at the screen.

The man beside her glanced at the phone screen and shook his head. “Don’t know, babe. Not my phone.”

I’d noticed the phone on the floor after the couple had gotten up from the table. But it could have been there before they sat down. I’d picked it up and accidentally touched a button, bringing up the lock screenshot of a young, brown skinned woman in a short cropped bustier with russet colored hair hanging past her shoulders. The bustier showcasing her beautiful shape. Her stomach looked flat and smooth, but unfortunately the rest of the view stopped at the top of the studded belt on those low cut jeans she wore. Too bad, I couldn’t see the rest of her, but if the lower half matched the upper…she was gorgeous. Even if she wore a pissed off expression on her face and fire flashed in those big dolls eyes.

If she had on spiked heels and carried around a whip and a chain, I’d be willing to do a little experimenting with her. She could dominate me anytime she chose. I was pretty sure the girl holding the phone referred to that picture.

If the phone belonged to this guy—what an idiot. The woman with him wasn’t anywhere near as beautiful as the photo of the one on the phone. But hey, you can never tell, it might not be his.

“Then whose is it?” the woman screeched, waving the phone in front of the man’s face.

I intended to turn around and leave them to their squabble, but the guy grabbed my arm, halting me. I glanced down at his hand, then back up at the dude who immediately released me.

He took the phone out of the woman’s hand. “Here,” he said shaking his head, as he held the phone out to me. “This ain’t mine.”

“Sorry,” I said taking it back. Who am I to argue? “My mistake.”

“Are you sure it’s not yours, Mark?” the girl asked frowning now, as though unsure.

“I said it ain’t mine.” Mark reached into his pocket and pulled out a similar phone but his case was black around the sides while dark blue on the bottom. The other one looked more like mine, black with dark gray on the bottom. “See, my phone’s right here.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry, baby, for doubting you.” She stood a little taller and kissed Mark on the cheek.

“Let’s go.”

I sat down and watched the couple walk off while shaking my head. I hit the funny symbol for the power button on the phone again, bringing up the picture and studying it in greater detail. I’d been right the first time, the girl on the screen appealed to me—a lot. She might have been the same age as me, twenty-two or maybe younger. Huge, almond colored eyes sat in a perfectly symmetrical face with a golden overtone, hinting at a mixed racial heritage. If she was tall and her legs went on for miles…another bonus. At six two, I loved women with long legs. Short or tall. I would make an exception for her, because she’s absolutely stunning.

I wondered about her identity and if the phone belonged to her. I turned it off and put it in my pocket, intending to give it to the hostess. This restaurant sat on the fringe of a big college campus, a popular eating place and whoever lost it would come looking for it. Also, if I got lucky I would still be here to meet her.

I checked the clock on the wall. My friend was late, also the TA in Business 101 from my freshman year. He and I had become good friends and since my graduation last year, business partners. We’d been working on a project for the last couple of years and were about to sell it.

My phone beeped, announcing I had a text message. I’m running late. It said. No kidding. I ordered a latte and prepared to wait, when I heard another beep. I frowned and checked my phone again, but nothing showed up. I remembered the phone in my other pocket. A text appeared on the screen.

You bastard! You lied to me! You’re never going to release me!

I frowned at the weird message. Maybe she was into BDSM shit, and the guy left her handcuffed to a bed or something. I grinned, picturing the image. I glanced up to check if anyone headed toward the table next to mine. Nope. The people around the hostess’ desk appeared to be waiting for tables. No one paid me any attention. I shrugged and returned the phone to my pocket, again intending to leave it with the hostess before I left.