Bastian (Lords of Satyr Series #6)

Bastian (Lords of Satyr Series #6)

by Elizabeth Amber

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Bastian (Lords of Satyr Series #6) by Elizabeth Amber

Man-gods born to live and love forever, the Lords of Satyr are renowned for their sexual prowess. . .and unquenchable lust. . .

Call My Name

The forum excavations in Rome go on, directed by the iron-willed, charismatic Lord Bastian Satyr. Out of nowhere, a mysterious, haunting voice calls out to him. . .and lures him to the site of a long-vanished temple, where vestal virgins once performed rites of erotic surrender. The temple is the find of his career, but his heart is about to face the unknown. . .

Michaela is a pure Ephemeral. She can enter the bodies of others--and become any woman a man might wish to possess. His choice is her pleasure. And the commanding and utterly virile Bastian is the only man she desires. . .

Praise for Elizabeth Amber's Lords of Satyr Novels

"Dane will enrapture. . .Amber is truly a maestro." --RT Book Reviews (4 ½ stars, Top Pick)

"You are in for the thrill of your life." --Night Owl Reviews (Top Pick)

"Give me more!" --Paranormal Romance Reviews

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780758271761
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 05/01/2011
Series: Lords of Satyr , #6
Sold by: Penguin Random House Publisher Services
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 182,527
File size: 860 KB

About the Author

Elizabeth Amber is the author of erotic historical paranormal romance novels for Kensington Aphrodisia. The idea for The Lords of Satyr series evolved from her studies in Greco-Roman mythology and her imagination. She is a member of RWA and lives in North Carolina.

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Copyright © 2011 Elizabeth Amber
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-4130-6

Chapter One

Esquiline Hill, Rome, Italy Earth World, February 1881

Lord Bastian Satyr was certainly a big one.

With an experienced eye, Silvia sized him up in a long, sweeping glance as she stood at the foot of his bed, her arm loosely wrapped around a bedpost corded with carven grapevines.

Dark, cropped hair; broad, sculpted shoulders; a pronounced indentation running the length of his spine; powerful thighs and buttocks; flesh glistening from his exertions; knees dug into the bedcovers between the smooth, stockinged thighs of his bed partner.

Michaela looked so vulnerable and feminine lying in his enormous bed, under his enormous, straining warrior's body. Her slender calves hugged his hips. Her body was open to receive each thrust of his organ. Silvia could only employ her imagination regarding how sizable that portion of his male anatomy might be. From her vantage point, all she could see was his backside. His naked backside. His naked, flexing backside.

She swallowed, her throat strangely dry. By firelight, he was magnificent—a golden god. Which just possibly made him worthy of the woman he was riding. Michaela was her closest, dearest friend in both worlds. Had been since their childhood in Vesta's temple.

Silvia had always watched over her as best she could. And when it came to hedonistic matters such as these, had lived vicariously through her. Tonight was no exception.

Michaela had been born a Companion, a courtesan with the power to please any man. Like most in her profession, she had taken hundreds, if not thousands, of lovers over the centuries. She always chose them carefully. That in itself told Silvia that this particular specimen of manhood must be something quite extraordinary.

Confident that neither of them could see her in her current form, she meandered around the perimeter of the bed, pausing at the sight of the confectioner's box on the bedside table. Cioccolato. Mmm. There were few things that could have drawn her attention away from the carnal display on the bed, even momentarily, but chocolate was one of them. She bent and put her nose to it, inhaling deeply, wishing she could smell the sweet delicacies hidden inside the gay wrapping. But she was an Ephemeral, and when in a noncorporeal state as she was now, her sense of smell was nonexistent. She didn't dare partake of them or do anything else that might draw the notice of the room's other two occupants. But, Gods, she was starving.

At least the room was warm. The February wind was cruel outside these walls. She'd been half frozen on her way here. She moved to the hearth and held her hands to the fire.

Behind her, Lord Satyr was taking his time, rutting with long, vigorous strokes that caused his bed to lurch and shudder, and that had Michaela sighing with pleasure. She glanced over her shoulder at them. They looked so perfect together. His incredible masculine body moving on Michaela's exquisitely feminine one. His flesh darkened by his heritage and the sun. Hers a smooth, olive perfection that was so unlike Silvia's own flawed, pale flesh. She touched her fingers to her cheek briefly, a gesture made so often she no longer knew when she did it.

Lord Satyr's big hand slid under Michaela's bottom, tilting her in a way that better accommodated him. Silvia could only assume from her friend's soft, appreciative cries that it satisfied her as well.

Although copulation was a private matter, she had no qualms about observing them. She and Michaela had no secrets. At least, not until recently, when Michaela had severed all connection after leaving Venice. After she'd been able to wind up matters there, Silvia had rushed here to Rome, worried Michaela might be in some sort of trouble. But now it appeared that any trouble was more precisely in her.

She'd taken a Satyr as a lover, for Gods' sakes! And not just any Satyr. The eldest scion of the four wealthy, powerful brothers who were the de facto rulers of the ElseWorld community here in Rome. He was the man in charge of excavating the Roman Forum. His celebrated archaeological finds had made him the darling of human society. And had made him her next assignment.

He was speaking now, his lips at Michaela's temple, murmuring to her in a mesmerizing blend of the ancient ElseWorld dialect, Latin, modern Italian, and if she wasn't mistaken, a hint of the Far East. At the sound of his voice, some wayward emotion began to wind tighter inside Silvia. Disturbed and restless, she went roaming in an effort to dispel it. The door to his armoire was ajar and she peeked inside. She found dark coats and trousers next to starched linen shirts, all hanging neatly in a row. Too neatly, with the same increment of space between each hanger. Lord Satyr was certainly fastidious!

She moved to his desk, an immense affair of polished olive wood. Her fingers itched to search its drawers, but he might hear. And if he turned his head, the desk was in his line of vision, which meant she dared not move anything. Drawers seemingly opening by themselves would require explanation. Until she assumed a corporeal shape, she would remain invisible to him. Even Michaela would not be able to see her until she chose to show herself.

Perching atop the desk, she lay on her side, propped her chin in one hand, and commenced reading several letters he'd left out. Two were from Italian ministers of government regarding the state of the excavations in the Forum Romano. It was the third that caught her eye. Written in typical long-winded ElseWorld Council fashion, it was addressed to Lord Satyr, and it fairly hummed with magic. She skimmed it, her attention caught by one particular passage:

Your recent letter was greeted with renewed hope that the fragile enchantments, which cloak and protect our Italian colonies, may soon be bolstered due to your efforts in Rome. We pray to the ancients that it will be so! I need not remind you of the grave repercussions—most particularly to your own family, but also to the health, welfare, and greatness of ElseWorld itself—should they falter. The task of safeguarding our heritage via the Forum excavations has fallen to you since the death of your father; and in view of your accomplishments over the last decade, we continue to believe them to be in excellent hands. It is with great enthusiasm that we await more news of your search for the Temple of Vesta, the adjacent House of the Vestal Virgins, and the relics themselves!

Gods be praised,

Minister Eighteen of the Artifact Recovery Bureau The Worshipful Council of ElseWorld

So Lord Satyr was searching for the temple. Interesting! And how well suited to her own purposes. But she would make sure that any relics he found would find their way into her possession, not the Council's.

Michaela cried out, startling Silvia, and her eyes whipped Michaela's way, heart in her throat. But she quickly saw that it had only been a cry of passion, for the bodies upon the bed were moving in sensuous harmony—Bastian's giving, Michaela's receiving. Feminine palms smoothed over the well-defined musculature that was his chest, working their erotic magic.

Silvia's jaw dropped. Most men would have come instantly under Michaela's preternatural touch. Who was he that he could withstand her wiles so easily? And how much longer would this go on? The intensity of their coupling was beginning to make her distinctly uncomfortable.

She had pressing business to discuss with her longtime friend. Still, she hated to interrupt. Gods knew, Michaela deserved some fun. She'd nearly been killed by a jealous Harpie in Venice three months ago—the last time they'd been together.

Satyr's head lowered, and his lips trailed the length of Michaela's throat. She whimpered. Silvia's fingertips lifted to her own throat, tracing a similar path. Realizing what she was doing—what she was feeling—she snatched her hand away. Her face was flushed, hot. Fifty hells! She'd never known a man to take so much time chasing a single orgasm. Michaela's usual complaint was that they were too quick.

Hurry up, will you? Silvia urged him under her breath.

To her astonishment, his body ground to a halt so abrupt that it visibly jolted both his partner and the bed frame. His head snapped around in Silvia's direction, his brow knit in confusion. She pushed up to a sitting position on the desk, alarmed.

Silver eyes pierced the dimness, like stars in a twilight sky, relentlessly shining in her direction. The almost brutal, carnal expression on his masculine face made her heart trip, her breath stop. For the first time, she took in his features full on—the strong blade of his nose, his straight brows, square jutting chin. And those lips! Sensual, yet sharply cut. An uneasy attraction stirred in her breast, and she shivered; this time not from the bone-deep cold she'd weathered to get here tonight.

Unaccountably nervous, she tucked her knees to her chin, wrapping both arms around her calves. He couldn't see her. Of course not. Yet those eyes of his seemed to bore into her very soul!

"No! Don't stop. I beg you, Bastian," Michaela protested. Her palm cupped his cheek, tugging his attention back down to her. Her other hand clenched on his back, as if she feared he might leave her. Leave her? Leave the most accomplished Companion in the history of the Vestals? No man had ever left Michaela before she was ready for him to go. What was going on here?

With an almost imperceptible reluctance, Michaela's lover returned his full attention to her. Easing onto his back in a subtle shift of perfectly honed muscle, he brought her up to ride him. Her frilly white gown slipped low on her shoulders. Its lacy hem bunched on his thighs, like snow drifting over granite. Somewhere under the fall of her gown, his big hands cupped her bottom, moving her on him now in a powerful rolling motion. His gaze was hot on the lush upper curves of breasts that peeked from her bodice.

Michaela shrugged, baring them for him, her own expression hidden by her silken hair. As if she couldn't help herself, she bent and nuzzled her cheek along his shadowed jaw. Something about her pose suggested a deep affection. The beginnings of fear crept up Silvia's spine. Is this what had delayed her? Had she fallen in love? With this man—this Satyr?

Her gaze was sharp on him now, weighing his intentions. His chin was high, his throat arched. Silver eyes slitted by passion were shielded by long, dark lashes, as he hunted his pleasure within her most cherished friend. Did he even recognize how precious she was? Did he sufficiently appreciate the gift she offered him of her body and heart?

The sounds of their coupling escalated. Harsh breathing, soft moans. Flesh slapping in slick, staccato pulses. Without corporeal form, Silvia could not scent their lovemaking. But their erotic hunger hung thick in the room now like a voluptuous fog.

She'd witnessed others mating before. Had seen Michaela under a man countless times. But it had never affected her like this. Each thrum of her heart boomed in her ears and sent heat to rouge her cheeks. She was beset by faint shivers, and her eyes grew dry, for they refused to blink lest they miss something. Somehow, she'd managed to remain virginal throughout her life. Not by choice. But she'd taken vows. And the penalty for breaking them was dire. Because fornication was forbidden to her, her vicarious enjoyment of Michaela's lovers had always been a decadent delight. Tonight, it felt like something more ... dangerous.

Silvia's hands dropped to clench on the edge of his desk on either side of her. She squeezed her thighs together; felt a gentle throb in her most private places, where tissues had engorged and flushed, wet and hot. She was horrified to realize she could almost feel his movements herself. Feel her passage yield ... Gods! What was wrong with her? This man was Michaela's! She had no right to feel an attraction to him. It was only that they were so beautiful together, she assured herself. Anyone would be affected by the sight of them. Anyone.

Slipping lithely to the floor, she fled the room, telling herself she had better things to do. She would use the time they spent in coitus to make a systematic search of the rooms along the corridor.

But first things first. Assuming corporeal form, she went downstairs to the kitchen. Earlier this morning, she'd rushed past it on her way upstairs, anxious to be certain Michaela was all right. Now she helped herself to some wine grapes and a sandwich of thinly sliced meat, bread, and cheese. Keeping her ears open for any trouble, she gobbled the repast hastily, for she could eat only when she was visible and had to render herself so before satisfying her hunger.

Afterward, she rinsed her mouth and went invisible again. Padding across a gleaming floor tiled in black, gold-veined Portoro marble, she opened doors as she passed, glancing into various chambers. What she sought here in this city wouldn't be easy to find on her own. Had Satyr already discovered it for himself? Until she spoke to Michaela, this question must go unanswered. Still, she continued her search along the hall, and each small act of invasion calmed her; felt normal and right. Michaela's business might be entertaining men, but her own talents lay in investigating them.

His home was something of a museum, its every room lined with fascinating artifacts. She entered the most promising of them—his study. Inside, she found gilt-edged books, ancient maps, and a desk twice as large as the one in his bedchamber. Paper, pens, a letter opener, and other tools of business were neatly aligned upon it. She smiled slightly at this further evidence of Lord Satyr's obsessive neatness.

But this was a public room. If he had a firestone—or relic as he and the council termed them—in his possession, it was likely he would have hidden it in more private quarters. She took the stairs upward again.

Down the corridor from his bedchamber she found what appeared to be his library. Its perimeter was lined with costly bric-a-brac from his excavations and travels, as well as books and statuary. And not just any statuary. These were striking pieces. Familiar ones sculpted by the ancients. They were the sorts of treasures that only museums housed. How had he come by them? Had he, in fact, stolen them from the Forum? Interesting indeed.

Despite the profusion of items, everything was as orderly as a monk might keep it. She ran her fingertip over the edge of a picture frame and found no dust. The busts on the shelves all sat parallel to one another, noses turned precisely in the same direction.

Surely no one who wasn't slightly deranged kept their lodgings this tidy. Though there were no servants about, he obviously employed some. Likely hamadryads, the traditional servants of the Satyr, who worked only after midnight.

One thing was certain, if any of the firestones she'd come to find were here, they would have been cataloged, numbered, and filed. All she needed to do was locate his records. Someone as finicky as he would undoubtedly have boxes of excavation cards, documenting each and every find, no matter how minuscule. Where were they? She took one step toward the desk, then froze.

A harsh, masculine, guttural groan chased down the corridor, unerringly finding her. The unmistakable sound of a man achieving sexual fulfillment. She hunched her shoulders, as if to ward it off. But in her mind's eye, she pictured them together. Saw the sleek, powerful muscles of Satyr's back arched taut, his face contorted with his lusty coming. Saw Michaela's fingers clawing the bedclothes in ecstasy, her opulent breasts heaving with each breath as he fountained hot seed deep, so deep, inside her.

Silvia clasped both fists tight to her chest, strangely helpless to block it all out. Helpless to stop the liquid heat that pumped through her system at the vision she'd conjured of their coupling.

Moments later, she heard him moving through the hall, coming in her direction. Her eyes flew to the door in time to see it open in a smooth swish. Although well aware he could not see her, she quickly tucked herself between two of the tall statues. Standing among them as if she'd become one of them herself, she peeked at him.


Excerpted from BASTIAN: THE LORDS OF SATYR by ELIZABETH AMBER Copyright © 2011 by Elizabeth Amber. Excerpted by permission of APHRODISIA BOOKS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Bastian 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 48 reviews.
Kate_Stone_Reads More than 1 year ago
The most romantic and best plot of these novels so far! Bastian is the head archeologist in the excavations of the Roman Forum in 1880. Silvia was a Vestal Virgin centuries ago and was transformed into an Ephemeral, which is an immortal who has to take a new host body once a month in a renewal that has to do with the goddess Vesta. *** Silvia falls in love with Bastian, but she holds her feelings back, because her best friend loves him and is in a relationship with him. *** But Silvia is in constant contact with Bastian because she is trying to locate and steal a relic from the Forum digs. *** series order is First group: Nicholas, Raien, Lyon, Dominic. New trilogy: Dane Bastian Sevin. *** Highly recommend this book
kimberlyKG More than 1 year ago
I LOVE this series!!!! They are full of fantasy and HOTT romance. They are almost addictive. I cannot wait for the next book. If you are looking for sizzling sex and beautiful romance these are for you!
Little_Fish More than 1 year ago
Actually enjoyed this tale of the series more than other recent ones. Liked the tie-in w/ the archeology of the Forum. As the oldest of this satyr group of brothers, Bastian has 2 "interesting" weaknesses. The concept of the Vestal Ephemerals really sparked (no pun intended) this story & made Silvia a strong female for Bastian to seek out. If Ms. Amber keeps writing these sexy characters, I will definitely keep reading!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If this book is like all the other Satyr then it's going to be a really good read. The others was a page turner a book I couldn't put down.
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MsBren101 More than 1 year ago
this book made me want to read all of amber book now i am on the hunt for more.
tcatt More than 1 year ago
I love this whole series, but Bastian was the best one yet, I certainly wouldn't mind having this Lord Satyr in my world or you know . . . The attention brought to the forum excavations, the tale of the vestal virgins and companions and of course, the most sizzle for your buck love scenes. Your imagination is a wonder Ms Amber. Woooooo Hoooooo bring on Sevin and Lucien.
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Loved the last book in the series so far. I can't wait for Raine. I could not put this book down. Stayed up way to late to finish but it was well worth it :)
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DoubleT60 More than 1 year ago
I loved this story. I liked the way the Ephemeral came to Bastian in varied forms to finally become solid for him. Of the 4 brothers - Domininc, Dane, Bastian & Luc, so far this was my favorite. Would like to have a story on Luc.
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ChelseaRafferty More than 1 year ago
First readers should note that this is a different Satyr clan than the others in the series. This is a Satyr clan from Rome (not Tuscany) in the 1850's time period. The brothers in this series are Bastian, Sevin, Dane, and Lucian. The Satyr clan of Tuscany, from the 1794 to 1813 time period and are Dominic, Nicolas, Lyon, and Raine. I don't think the two clans are related but I'm not 100% sure. I was a bit confused myself, with a new Satyr clan, which is why I'm relating the other clans and names and time period of both so you know what's going on in each series. If you are new to the Elizabeth Amber series, I will tell you that the Satyr clan's are descended from Bacchus, the Roman God of Wine. Naturally, most of the Satyr's work in the vineyards and do exceptionally well in this field. Not only do they flourish at wine-making, they also protect a sacred gate between Earth and the ElseWorld. The ElseWorld is a parallel realm to the Earth and is populated by creatures of myth and magic. The two main characters in this book are Silvia and Lord Bastian. Silvia is a virgin Ephemeral (1 of 12 girls) who worship Vesta, the Goddess of Hearth, Home, and Fire. Silvia, along with the other 11 girls are changed into Ephemerals 1,500 years ago by their Goddess as a way to protect them when their temple was destroyed. Ephermals are non-corporeal beings who can inhabit the bodies of others, who are close to death. Lord Bastian is a Satyr, brother to 3, and leads an archaeological site in Rome, excavating rare finds. Satyrs are very sexual beings and at the beginning of each month, their ancient royal blood line demands that they heed the full moon's call to fornicate. If they don't do this, they can actually die. We meet Silvia at the beginning of the book, when she's just six-years old. She's lead by her parents, to the Roman Forum, where others have gathered, including other girls her own age and her uncle Pontifex. Her mother informs her that it's a ceremony to chose the Virgins and that it's an honor to be chosen. Basically, Silvia and the others are special and different from other children and are chosen to be inducted into the service of Vesta, the Goddess of Fire. In the late 1800's you meet Bastian and Silvia again. Bastian is in a sexual relationship with Michaela, who is Silvia's friend from Vesta's temple. Michaela is a Companion, a courtesan with the power to please any man. Bastian is in charge of excavating the Roman Forum and is famous for his finds. He's in charge by the order of the ElseWorld to safeguard any Satyr secret that might get dug up. Bastian is also determined to find the House of the Vestal Virgins and doesn't realize that Michaela was a part of that temple. Silvia gives him a vision on where to find the temple, because she is looking for something special to help her and her other sisters from the temple. You can say she has ulterior motives in leading Sebastian along the way. Please note there are some F/F and M/M action. I don't care for those relationships much, but they did not take away from me enjoying this book. Elizabeth Amber writes deliciously, erotic paranormals that make me want to go dig up a Satyr of my own. I did receive this book for Free to give my honest review. This did not affect the rating on the book and my rating/review is strictly my own opinion.
LadyMJ More than 1 year ago
I throughly enjoyed this Satyr book, I was glad when Bastian ended up with the women he truly loved, always glad when the villians end up dead, looking forward to reading a book on Sevin and Lucien, I think Lucien will end up being my favorite. I enjoy how the books pull you in and the endings aren't drawn out, but get right to the point
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