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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | July 9, 2022 · 5:00 am

The Devil’s Necromancer Sale Blitz

Paranormal Romance, Dark Fantasy, LGBTQ, Murder Mystery

Date Published: October 2021

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Lionel, a necromancer and consultant for the Brunswick Police Department,
wants nothing to do with immortals. Specifically, he wants nothing to do
with Lucifer, who shows up on his doorstep one day with a ridiculous
proposal. Lucifer, also known as the Devil, wants Lionel to be his pretend
boyfriend. Except the pretend part is something the Devil doesn’t
really seem to care for.

Lucifer has read enough romance novels to know that a good dose of forced
proximity might be just the thing to get the stubborn necromancer he desires
into his bed. The Devil’s plans are soon complicated when Lionel
proves more uncooperative and oblivious to love than Lucifer could ever
anticipate.

While the Devil wants to claim Lionel, all Lionel wants is to get away from
Lucifer. Meanwhile, magic users are being murdered in the city. Lionel
cannot escape the implications of those murders for long, and the case soon
takes a different turn. Will Lionel be able to escape the Devil’s
thrall, or will the necromancer fall for the immortal seducer?

Publisher’s Note: The Devil’s Necromancer contains scenes
involving dubious consent that some readers may find offensive.

EXCERPT

It was past midnight, and the stars that looked like sprinkles of white
chocolate in the velvety dark night sky were overshadowed by the city lights
and the waxing moon. I lay on the embankment, North Bridge’s metal
frame rising just to my right and further hiding the chocolate sprinkle
stars. My feet were wet, but I didn’t mind, not the embankment or the
wet feet or the stars melting away in the light and the artificial
structures around me. The zombie was oozing all over me from its — his —
caved-in skull, and I did mind that. Zombie ooze was a bitch to get out of
clothes, even if I’d given up on wearing colors years ago. Black
simply was the safest bet for a necromancer.

Zombies reeked when they weren’t really fresh, and this one was ripe
— fish-market-in-the-summer-heat-three-days-after-closing ripe. I looked up
and considered my life choices, all of which had led me here.

“Do you need CPR?” someone said. It was a warm, manly voice,
and I was reasonably sure it could make chocolate melt, star-shaped or
otherwise.

I stuffed my self-pity away and turned my head to get a better look at the
speaker. He was as handsome as a devil, with skin that looked like marble in
the glow of the city at night. His hair shimmered liquid black, but it might
have been some shade of brown in proper lighting. It went well past his ears
and looked styled with care to get that messy, I just got up out of bed
after a night of hard fucking look.

“Why the fuck would I need CPR?” I asked. My voice didn’t
sound like I’d just considered crying a moment ago, and I was proud of
that.

The guy shrugged. “It’s hard to tell with humans. Your kind is
so accident prone, and you seem to be having trouble breathing. Or maybe you
hit your head? Do you remember how you got here?”

Did he fucking think I was suffering from amnesia or a head injury or
something? “I’m having trouble breathing because I have a
fucking dead zombie on my chest, asshat,” I said. In my considered
necromantic opinion, I was being perfectly polite, even though I
couldn’t be sure what kind of creature the guy was. I’d given
him a quick glance with my mage sight, and human he was not.

Jeez, I hated gods and otherworldly beings.

“All zombies are dead,” Mr. Sexy said. “It’s a
prerequisite. This one seems to have had its brainstem properly destroyed,
however.”

“Oh, smarty-pants, thanks a bunch for the lecture. The basics of
necromancy have ever escaped me, even after I raised my very first corpse
thirteen fucking years ago.” It had been a blackbird that had died
when he crashed into a window at my school. I had cradled the poor thing in
my hands as it breathed its last, had cried, and that had triggered my
necromancer power. Pretty boy did not need to know that. Every other person
I’d ever told had made fun of me for it.

“You could have suffered a head injury with amnesia. How am I
supposed to know what you know?” He walked toward me. His movements
were silent, cat-like, and more elegant than was right. Even despite the
zombie oozing out on me, my cock couldn’t quite ignore him. Seriously,
though, what was up with his fixation on first aid and amnesia?

He grabbed the zombie by the legs and pulled the dead-dead corpse off me.
“Oh. You caved in its skull with a rock,” he said when he saw
the murder weapon in question, the goo glistening on its stony surface.
Well, it wasn’t really a murder weapon, seeing as how the zombie had
been dead, but details. “How traditional.” He held out a hand to
me, and I took it and let him pull me back to my feet. “I’m
Lucy, by the way. Short for Lucifer, but I prefer Lucy. As in Lucy Westenra,
the woman who almost single-handedly turned Dracula into the first reverse
harem romance novel ever before she made the wise decision to claim
immortality instead. She was such an underrated character, and I really
don’t know why people don’t like her more.”

I dusted myself off. Didn’t help with the wet feet or the zombie
ooze, which I really only distributed, like soft butter on hot toast. The
shirt I was wearing was ruined. Good thing I had a dozen other plain black
shirts just like it back home. “Maybe because she fucking ate
children.”

He shrugged. “Well, everyone has a craving now and then. No one
judges women’s monthly chocolate cravings, and I don’t see how
that was so much worse.”

My brain caught up with the conversation. Lucifer? The Lucifer? The fucking
Morning Star, seducer of stuffy virgins and lover of apples? I looked at
him. Up at him. Asshole was tall and handsome, the kind of guy I could only
ever talk to with about three drinks in me. “You’re the Devil?
Satan? Beelzebub?”

“Lu-cy,” he said, slowing down as if he was reconsidering the
brain damage thing. Even his eyebrows were perfect, which I only noticed
because he pulled one of those up, something most people couldn’t do
in real life. He could. And he looked hot doing it. Hotter.

About the Author

Alexa Piper writes steamy romance that ranges from light to dark, from
straight to queer. She’s also a coffee addict. Alexa loves writing
stories that make her readers laugh and fall in love with the characters in
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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | June 21, 2022 · 5:00 am

Firestorm Teaser Tuesday

Paranormal Romance, First Responders

Date Published: June 24, 2022

Publisher: Changeling Press

Firestorm: A collection of short Paranormal Erotic Adventures from the
Changeling Press family of authors. Royalties donated to Changeling’s Save
the Quiet Kitty Fund in memory of Camille Anthony.

If You Can’t Stand the Heat — Camille Anthony: In human shape or his
natural prairie dog form, Edison was normally the most laid-back of males,
except when his mate, Reba, crossed the line…

Catan’s Fire — Jade Buchanan: Asad needs to teach his mate what
happens to submissive Felidae who disobey orders…

Brimstone by Mistake — Alice Gaines: Heaven’s made a mistake. What
will Lucifer do when the Man Upstairs wants Sally back?

Shifting Priorities — Anne Kane: When the sexy hunk Jexx picks up in the
station bar turns out to be more than human, she has more to worry about
than her profit margin.

Burning Down the House — Isabella Jordan: Will Katurah use her powers now
to end it all — or will she give in to a fiery lover?

Stockings — Jade Buchanan: A gorgeous female cat shifter, an enticing pair
of stockings, and a very interested lady wolf produce enough heat to burn
down the house…

Britta’s Beast — Kate Hill: When Max and Britta met at a convention
for members of magical law enforcement, they seemed like a perfect
fit…

EXCERPT

If You Can’t Stand the Heat by Camille Anthony

He stood in the doorway of the Bakery’s kitchen, belt dangling from
his hand, watching his mate of forty years bustle about preparing
refreshments for the library shindig about later that evening. As always,
the sight of her had his heart doing that funny leap in his chest, his cock
echoing the movement behind the zipper of his jeans. After all this time, it
still only took a look, a whiff of his female’s scent to have him hard
as a cactus spike.

Along with his surging lust came a powerful burst of love and he knew if
prairie dogs didn’t mate for life, he’d still never let this
woman go. He’d die without her. However, that didn’t mean he was
blind to her faults.

His Reba was an incorrigible busybody, continually putting her finger in
other folk’s pies. He understood her interfering tendencies were part
of her caring nature and that would have been fine as long as she contained
her meddling within the family.

She didn’t.

He wasn’t mad at her. Edison’s smile was full of masculine
anticipation. The punishment of her infraction was going to be intensely
pleasurable for both of them.

* * *

Heat from the tray of kitchen-sink cookies radiated through her oven mitts
as Reba pushed the door of the oven closed with a bump of her plump behind.
Humming, she carried her burden to the cooling racks and began sliding this
last batch off the pan onto the wire trays. Inhaling deeply, loving the
smells of fresh baking that meant home to her, the buxom baker
couldn’t help smiling. She loved the holidays. All of them, but this
season, Reba had plenty to celebrate.

For the first time in years, all her children would be coming home to
Barkus. Even better, Puppy — the younger brother who was like another son
since she’d raised him from the time their parents died in a car
accident — would be introducing his new mate to the family. Reba sighed
happily, making a mental note to look up information on the Kwanzaa rituals
as Carly was Afro-American. She didn’t want the newest member of the
pack to feel slighted.

“Reba!”

Startled, Reba jumped, the last cookie flying off her spatula to explode
into warm gooey crumbs on the stainless steel counter. She turned toward the
door and her mate, ready to blast him for sneaking up on her, only to jerk
to a halt, heart skidding around inside her chest until it came to rest in
the pit of her belly at the sight of her broad shouldered mate — brown eyes
alight with mayhem — brandishing his wide leather belt.

Hot damn, I’m about to get spanked.

“Edison, what are you doing here in the middle of the afternoon? I
thought you were at the bar, hanging with all your old coots.” She was
proud her voice didn’t shake.

“I was. Spoke to Bucky. He was a mite upset.”

She knew exactly what that old dawg was upset about and she wasn’t a
bit ashamed of what she’d done. Huffing, she folded her arms over her
full chest. Her tone was belligerent. “Served him right. He had no
business trying to back out of his promise to Carly.”

Edison sighed. “And you had no business sharing something I told you
in confidence.”

“He asked for it.”

The glint in his eyes belied the sorrowful expression on his face and Reba
shivered, knowing what was coming before Edison got the words out his mouth.
“Well, you’ve asked for this.” He gestured toward the door
leading to the next room. “March yourself into the pantry while I go
flip the open sign and lock the door.” He headed out the kitchen but
paused to turn and spear her with a warning glare. “If you’re
not ready when I get back, I’ll be adding to your
punishment.”

Yippee!

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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | June 14, 2022 · 5:00 am

Bentley Teaser Tuesday

Paranormal Romance, New Adult

Date Published: June 17, 2022

I call on the fates to bring my love to me. As I will it, so mote it
be…

Natalie Harvey wants a guy who not only understands baseball, but supports
her love of the game. When she meets bad-boy first baseman for the Cougars,
Bentley Turner, she can’t help but fall for him. He’s sexy,
strong, athletic and irresistible. He’s her perfect man, but what if
he’s not interested? The spark is there, and she decides to invoke the
spell. Why not?

She’s ready to summon her very own bad boy and try her luck with
love.

EXCERPT

“I’d like someone to take me to the ballpark and not expect me
to pay to get them in or get them up close to the team. Just to watch a game
with me,” Natalie Harvey said. “I thought I’d find someone
by now.” She glared at her friend Sarah. Sarah could be loyal and
sweet, unless Sarah wanted something.

“I can’t help it that you’re hard to please.” Sarah
fiddled with her watch. “You’re too picky.”

“I am?” She scoffed. “I don’t want to be
used.”

“Well… don’t have a job that entitles you to special
treatment and think men won’t try to get in on said special
treatment,” Sarah said. “And I don’t want to go to yet
another baseball game. I mean, once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen
them all. But right now, I’m testing something.”

“You’re…” Sometimes she wondered why she even
tried. Sarah could be rather self-centered at times. “I happen to like
baseball.” She liked all different sports.

“You’re the only one.”

“I doubt that.” The minor-league games attracted quite a few
fans, because the games were just as exciting as the major league ones.
Every player was hungry to show his skills, and every play mattered because
it could prove the player’s worth to the next level teams. If the
front offices or coaches saw potential, the player would ascend to the next
level. Plus, the games were entertaining. Spectators were close to the
field, the food was inexpensive as were the tickets, and the food was better
than some restaurants.

“You have to pay attention to the various scores, players,
transitions and all that for your work. Why would you want to go to a
baseball game on your day off?” Sarah asked

“You mean transactions,” Natalie said. “Because I like
baseball.” Yes, she worked weekends on the sports team for Channel 7,
but that didn’t mean she couldn’t like sports outside of work.
She’d scored tickets to the game and should be pumped to go — except
she didn’t want to go alone.

“Transactions, transitions… they’re moving back and
forth.” Sarah waved her hand. “You knew what I
meant.”

“I did.” She watched Sarah tap her phone. “By the way,
what are you testing? The spell? It works. Karey got it to work and so did
Mandy. It’s not a fluke.” Why didn’t Sarah see that?

“We haven’t gotten it to work in three months,” Sarah
snapped. “There’s something wrong.”

“Yeah. Us.” She hated to be blunt, but Sarah needed the truth.
“We keep picking up guys we know are shit. I didn’t try too hard
with Dwayne and ta-da! He didn’t work. Nikki didn’t really like
Callum, and that’s why that didn’t pan out. We’ve simply
tried to keep you happy and have used the spell, but we’re not exactly
finding our Prince Charmings because we’re not looking hard
enough.”

Sarah’s glare could’ve cut through Natalie. “Excuse
me?”

She’d gone this far and might as well finish. Sarah wouldn’t
get the hint until someone spoke straight with her. “You’re so
busy trying to get us hooked up, but you’re ignoring the choice for
you. Why can’t we let this happen more organically?” Natalie
asked. “Or give us the time and freedom to find our guy?”

“We have had success and will again, but I’m concerned
it’s taking too long,” Sarah said and shook her head. “But
there is no good choice for me.”

“No?” Natalie could think of at least one good guy. “Kurt
means nothing to you? He’d give his right arm, leg and nutsack for
you.”

“Right,” Sarah said. “He’s an annoyance, and
he’s not that invested.”

“I suppose you’re right. He does have a girlfriend now,”
Natalie said, intentionally annoying Sarah. “I saw them together two
nights ago.” He’d been out with his sister, but Natalie
wasn’t about to tell Sarah that.

“What?” Sarah paled. After a moment, she regained her color and
smiled. “Good. He should move on.”

“Uh-huh.” Sarah still loved him, but her pride prevented her
from giving him another chance. One day Natalie would ask what Kurt had done
to make Sarah turn on him, but that day wasn’t today.

“This isn’t about me. It’s about you and Nikki. How about
instead of going to the game, you come to the bar with us?” Sarah
asked.

“I already have tickets, and I’m not wasting them.” At
least not wasting one of them.

Sarah rolled her eyes. “You get tickets for free because of your
job.”

“So?” That didn’t mean she should waste the chance to go.
“I do have to keep tabs on the players.”

“Would you happen to be looking to hook up with one of those
players?” Sarah folded her arms. “Some of those soccer players
are pretty hot.”

“Baseball players are, too.” She shouldn’t have said
that. “But they’re like other guys. They find out I’m a
sportscaster and want things from me that I can’t give them. I
don’t seem to find any decent guys. I meet athletes who want to get
noticed and drunks who spill things and also want to get noticed.”
She’d been kissed three times because she’d been caught on the
kiss camera. Why did the person running the camera insist on putting her on
the spot? The guys who’d kissed her weren’t attractive and none
had her permission.

“I need to find someone for you for the spell,” Sarah said.
“There has to be someone.”

She hadn’t heard a word Natalie had said.

“I need to go. Nikki’s waiting on me.” Sarah left the
table and strode away.

“Thanks.” Natalie sighed. She’d been left at the table
and with the bill… again. Next time, she’d tell Sarah to shove
it instead of meeting her for lunch.

Natalie waved down the waiter who returned a moment later with the bill.
She paid, then finished her tea. Fine. She’d go to the game by
herself. It wasn’t like she’d never done it before. Most of the
time, she tried to get in on the spectator play afterward. She’d
played softball, soccer, basketball and run track in high school, then run
track and played softball in college. She knew what she was doing on the
sports field.

She walked out of the bistro, and her thoughts turned to Sarah’s
dismissal. The spell. Sarah swore she’d hook up every member of their
friend circle with their perfect guy because of the magic. The spell worked
for two of the women, but they weren’t going to find high-class men by
hanging out at a bar.

She shook her head as she started her car then drove across town to the
baseball stadium. Of the many things she liked about having a minor league
team so close was the ample parking. She never had to walk more than a few
hundred yards, and the lot was well-lit. She locked her car and hustled up
to the ticket window. Once she showed her credentials and ticket, she gained
entrance to the facility.

Natalie strode over to the first-base side and located her seat. When she
was on the clock, she liked to sit right at the edge of the field to better
take in the action. Since she wasn’t working, she’d sit four
rows up and simply enjoy the game.

She loved the atmosphere of a ballgame. The sounds of the crowd, the smell
of the food, the excitement in the air. The Cougars scored quickly in the
second inning, and she made a few notes on her phone. The sensation at
second base, Dalton Cohn, had made three great catches and even managed two
double plays with the first baseman, Bentley Turner.

Natalie watched Bentley Turner in action and couldn’t help but sigh.
He had a temper at times, looked like he’d stepped out of a bar, and
could swear a blue streak, but he moved with grace and had skills on the
field. If he hadn’t injured his shoulder defending first base last
season, he’d still be in the majors and probably racking up good
stats. Instead, he’d been relegated to the minor leagues to rehab.
She’d spoken to him a few times and loved the deep blue of his eyes
and his easy smile. He could be cocky and pushy. Rumor had it he’d
bedded women in every city and left a string of broken hearts in his wake.
It could all be rumors, but…

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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | June 7, 2022 · 5:00 am

Witch Wolf Teaser Tuesday

Paranormal Romance, Gay, Dark Fantasy

Date Published: June 10, 2022

Publisher: Changeling Press

Will is a witch wolf, a werewolf who can do magic, but his life so far has
been anything but magical. He was sold by his own pack and for four years,
Will suffered as a slave to his captors — who used him any way they wanted.
Now, after a leap of courage has brought him to Colin’s doorstep,
Will’s past should be just that, his
past.

Colin can see the new apprentice he’s supposed to teach magic has
been hurt. Colin wants to comfort the young werewolf who takes to magic much
more easily than he takes to human contact. Their attraction seems mutual,
but how can Colin be certain Will even knows what he wants?

As slow affection grows between Colin and Will, Will’s magic does as
well, and he allows himself a sliver of happiness. Except the dark past Will
thought he escaped from is not quite done with him, and now, it’s not
just Will’s life on the line, but also Colin’s, the witch Will’s
heart is beating for.

WARNING: Witch Wolf contains references to past sexual assault (with none
of it happening on the page), which may be triggering for some
readers.

EXCERPT

Will

Once upon a time, Will had sent wishes to the full moon with his howls, but
what had come true for him were the slick slaps of skin against skin,
stinking breath against his face, the taste of his own blood and other,
unspeakable things. Will, instead of meeting a prince under the full moon,
had been sold to beasts.

Will carefully turned away from the large form next to him in the bed.
Everything seemed so loud in the darkness, the other man’s deep
breathing, Will’s own, panicked heartbeat which had not slowed while
he had waited for the small hours of the morning, refusing sleep. Will
moved, inch by inch, away from the other man. Will refused to think what the
other man — Ed — would do if he found Will sneaking out. What Ed had done
was already more than Will wanted to think about.

Will had considered packing a small bag, but that would have been too
dangerous. All he had dared was leave clothes under the bed, in such a way
it looked incidental, forgotten laundry.

The floor was cold against Will’s naked feet. Carefully, he stood. He
could say he’d just wanted to go to the bathroom if Ed woke now, but
Ed was still sleeping, and so Will got his clothes, slowly pulling them up
and onto his arms. He could not make too much noise. He had to get this
right.

Will didn’t dare put the clothes on in the bedroom — loup-garou
hearing was sensitive. He walked through the dark house and to the kitchen,
grabbing his shoes on the way. There were shards of a glass on the floor. Ed
had thrown it in fury when Will had been too slow in getting Ed his beer.
Will walked around the broken thing and quickly cleaned himself with a wipe.
He gave one last look to the dirty dishes in the sink, then pulled on his
clothes, more concerned with doing it as quietly as he could than about
doing it neatly.

Before he turned the knob, he listened to the house, but it was quiet. Ed
was still sleeping, and so was his pack of three, all of them loup-garous,
all of them vicious. They might still hear the door, but if Will was ever
going to run, then this was it.

He opened the door and crossed the threshold. Now, if they found him, they
would know without a doubt that he had tried to run, and they would punish
him.

Will closed the door as carefully as he could, but the mechanism made a
small sound. Behind the house, the alley was dirty. Trash bags rustled in
the wind, soda cans rusted and collected dirt. Will had to watch where he
stepped so he didn’t make any more noise. His heart was thundering in
his chest.

Out on the street, Will quickly broke into a run. He knew he had to put as
much distance between himself and them, because they could shift and just
hunt him down, and he couldn’t without the moon being full.

Winchester Boulevard, on foot, was quite a walk. It took Will an hour, and
he ran most of the time, so when he finally got there, he was sweaty from
running and trembling with the cold whenever he slowed down to catch his
breath. The house he wanted had a large planter by the front door with a red
and white plastic windmill in it. Ella had said the windmill would be there.
It was such a silly thing, and there wasn’t even any wind to move its
spokes, but Will nearly broke out in sobs with relief.

Will was scared to knock, but at this point, it was this or wait for Ed and
his pack to hunt him down. And Will knew they wouldn’t just kill him.
If it had been that — if he’d known that would have been the worst
he’d have to fear — he might have given up at any point over the past
four years, might have just accepted death. Everything else the loup-garous
would enjoy doing to him — that was what Will feared.

He was huffing when he stood in front of the door, but he didn’t
hesitate to knock.

Will looked over his shoulder as he waited to be let in. This neighborhood
was one of the nicer ones for New Elvenswood. The whole city tended to be
largely clean and touristy, even if Will had never been allowed to see all
that much of the place. The dilapidated house Ed and his pack had rented was
the exception more than the rule as far as Will could tell.

Across the street, there was a light on in an upstairs room. Will imagined
whoever was up was awake at this hour because of their own choosing. He
imagined they were working late or maybe just reading. Just living their
life. Will hadn’t lived in such a long time. All he’d been doing
since he’d met Ed had been surviving.

The door opened, and Will flinched.

“Yes?” the vampire asked.

Will had known it would be a vampire, but still. This one, his sheer
presence absolutely spoke to Will’s wolf nature, and the
vampire’s demeanor made Will want to show his belly and submit. He was
stunning to behold too, but in a sharp way: almost white-blond hair, icy
eyes that had a hard darkness to them, a thin mouth set in a pale
face.

With a last shallow breath, Will forced the words he’d prepared in
his head out of his mouth. “Ella said you can help people in trouble.
I… there’s a pack of loup-garous, and I need to get away from
them. I can’t pay you, but I’ll do what you want. I’ll
work for you.”

Will’s voice nearly gave out on the last part, because he started
shaking violently. It occurred to Will that the vampire looked like a
Viking, and his cold eyes were growing only more glacial in their regard.
Will doubted the man had laughed for more than a minute in the last hundred
years. And he wore nice clothes, really nice clothes. Will knew the vampire
was a lawyer, but he felt silly now for asking for help. He expected the
vampire to tell him to go and fuck off, just with nicer words.

“Come inside,” the vampire said instead and opened the door
wider.

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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | May 31, 2022 · 6:14 pm

A Magical’s Gift Teaser Tuesday

Paranormal Romance

Date Published: 06-07-2022

Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing

The feud between fairies and wizards is an ancient threat in the magical
world. Yet peace is possible. The child of a fairy and a wizard could
reunite the factions of The Annunaki and end the unrest.

Niall Warde had been a carefree soul trapped in the rigid, ordered life of
a wizard apprentice when he discovered the girl of his dreams was a fairy.
He would never know if their forbidden love could survive because she
disappeared without a trace. Unable to find her, Niall blamed his father for
Amelie’s disappearance and left home without looking back.

Amelie Ricard knew she had to protect the baby she and Niall created. The
fairies don’t want peace and her mother, their leader, would stop at nothing
to prevent armistice, including killing her own grandchild. So, she must
leave her son Kurtis with his father to be raised as a wizard. She left the
infant on the steps of his father’s cottage then disappeared, also
leaving behind the only man she’s ever loved.

Thirty years later, Niall is called home for his father’s funeral
where he reunites with Amelie. When Kurtis’ life is put into danger,
Niall and Amelie must face the demons of the past to protect him.

Neither can bring back the past, but can they have a future together? Will
their son unite their people in peace?

Excerpt

The heavy conversation hung in the air as thick as the humidity. Amelie
understood the pain of losing a parent, but what could she say to comfort
Niall? “I didn’t mean to intrude, Niall. Professional hazard? My
subjects are usually less lively.”

He let out an unrestrained chuckle. “Amelie, you have a wonderful
sense of humor.”

“I’ve been accused of many things, Niall. Having a sense of
humor is not one of them.”

He smirked, communicating an entire conversation with the knowing look in
his eyes.

She blushed under his direct perusal. “If you didn’t come with
the high school tours, what brought you to the university
today?”

He looked away as if trying to conceal his discomfort. When he turned to
face her, he wore a hesitant look on his face, biting at his bottom lip in a
way she just knew was out of character. “It’s foolish. I had a
fight with my father. He wants me to join the family business. I
don’t.”

Niall paused, but Amelie could see he wanted to confide in her, so she
waited for him to continue.

“I parked at the edge of campus and wandered around for a bit. When I
saw the large crowd outside the hall, I got curious.”

She muffled a giggle behind her hand. “I bet you were surprised
you’d walked into an anthropology information session.”

“I won’t lie. It was the last thing I expected.”

About the Author

Maya Tyler is a multi-published author of paranormal romance novels and
blogger at Maya’s Musings. An avid reader, Maya writes the books she
loves to read—romances! Her paranormal romances come with complex plot
twists and happily-ever-afters.

When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, listening to music
(alternative rock, especially from the 1990s), practicing yoga, and watching
movies and TV.

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