Blog Tour: The Gatekeeper’s Key by Alisha Payne & Nick Taylor

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The Gatekeepers (Spellbound Consortium #3)

Genre: M/F, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Romance

Synopsis:

Attacks from Hellish minions have cast the magical world into an uproar. Amid the chaos, Sorceress Krystine Iamides conceals the supernatural from humanity by using her precognitive talents. Unfortunately, luck is not always kind and fate thrusts her alongside her estranged lover while investigating a cult’s ritualistic sacrifice.

Detective Jean-Luc Chevalier has a reputation for returning from the dead, as well as stealing Krystine’s heart. At first, her psychic ability seems like the right investigative tool to aid his case – until it attracts a demonic entity with a taste for human flesh.

Now, as cult activities risk exposing magical society, it becomes imperative for the ex-lovers to combine their unique gifts to survive the deception at hand. Jean-Luc and Krys must discover the meaning of standing united; for divided, they will fall.

Content Warning: Sexual situations and bad language. Magical violence.

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Jean-Luc capped the end of his penlight and tucked it into his leather jacket, making it too dark to make out his pale features beside her. She sensed him near and enjoyed the warmth of his breath close to her. He may have been a working man, but Krys knew from experience that he had soft, beautiful hands and a soothing touch.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered suddenly in a low voice. His breath caressed her ear.

“I do. You know I do.” Her shoulder lifted and her cheek pressed into his hand in the dark. “I’m sorry. I can do this.”

“I know you can…” Jean-Luc’s thumb continued to sweep tenderly across her skin.

Within seconds, her racing heart began to calm and the dry lump in her throat eased. Her fears seeped away. In their place, she felt a sort of cool detachment despite the overwhelming odds. There was only one thing she needed to do first.

A turn of her head and a lift of her hand brought his face to hers. She kissed him, firm and deep, daring to slip her tongue between his lips and enjoy the ardor he reciprocated. Jean-Luc’s kisses were a drug, as fine as her most beloved wine, but Krys pulled away before she completely lost herself. It was hard. Especially, since he had returned the display of affection with equal passion.

“I missed you, Jean-Luc, and I’m sorry.” She needed to say it. With the danger they headed toward, she needed him to know in case she never got the chance again. “I was going to call you this morning, I swear it.”

“I… I have missed you too, Krystine.”

Strange how something so simple meant so much to her. “Thank you for helping us.” Thank you for finding me. Again.

“There is never a need to thank me for doing what is right. This will go well, cherie, have faith in that.”

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The Regent’s Gamble (Book #1)

Synopsis:

Addison never asked to become a king among the mages in his society. Now he protects the fragile balance between the mundane and supernatural realms. The job is easier said than done, even with the aid of a sultry half-dryad who possesses unique talents of her own. Crumbling truces test boundaries of the new ruler and his elite wizards as they are swept into a treacherous game of loyalty and betrayal. A sinister enemy forges deadly plans for the city of New York, and it will stop at nothing to achieve its wicked desires.

In a world where demons whisper seductions into mortal ears and fae prey upon the desperate with underhanded deals, fate thrusts an ordinary young woman and her child into the center of a building storm. In Manhattan, trolls lurk under more than bridges, gentle nature spirits become killers overnight, and necromancers raise the dead to benefit their insidious plots. To save New York City from ruin, the lives of four strangers must intertwine. If they cannot defeat their own inner demons, then all is lost and the forces of Hell will triumph.

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The Collector’s Treasure (Book #2)

Synopsis:

Griffin MacNeil makes his living as a treasure hunter; an adventuring sorcerer with a knack for surviving against the odds. Exploring perilous tombs and ancient ruins for lost treasure is satisfying work, but his thoughts often travel to his first love Aisling, the best friend he left behind.

As the orphaned child of a Changeling, Aisling has a natural talent for the magical arts. Her compassion, generosity, and gift for lifting devilish curses aid her in saving lives as well as mending souls. Unfortunately, she’s also inherited a stubborn streak that would make her fae ancestors proud.

Relentless mage-hunters sabotage Griffin’s most recent quest in Egypt, with fatal consequences for those around him. After a rough recovery, chance throws Griffin right into Aisling’s path. The unexpected meeting allows them to rekindle their friendship, but their reunion is bittersweet. With trained mercenaries annihilating wizard-kind and a demon-summoning cult on his heels, Griffin needs more than a Faerie girl and his lucky gold coin to keep ahead of danger.

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A Spellbound Christmas

Synopsis:

This book occurs between The Collector’s Treasure and The Gatekeeper’s Key, but it may be read as a standalone series of short stories. Stories 1 and 3 contain adult content.

Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas! Take a step away from reality and enjoy these magical holiday-themed paranormal stories starring characters from A Spellbound Consortium.

A wizard cowboy named Noah enjoys a special night with his lady on Christmas Eve. Lachlan, the fairy hound, makes a new friend in the most unlikely place. The psychic journalist Krys has a special dance with the object of her affection.

Author Bios:

Nick Taylor enjoys writing as an outlet for her creativity. The works of Tolkien have inspired her and remain among some of her favorite novels. She is a videogamer by nature and enjoys horror movies, the outdoors, animals, and renaissance festivals. Nick currently lives in Texas where she hopes to acquire her registered nursing degree and is the mother of two beautiful children ages nine and eleven.

Alisha Payne loves to read and has always had a fondness for creative writing. She started with poetry and moved up to short stories, before eventually writing novels with her friend Nick. She loves reading a whole range of genres and authors from Tolkien to James Rollins, and blames her love for reading on her mother, who introduced her to the worlds of Pern and Xanth. Alisha is a former Petty Officer of the United States Navy, which is where she met her wonderful husband. She currently resides with her family in Virginia.

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Book Blitz: Zoku’s Hope by Chelsea O’Neal

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Zoku’s Hope (Angel Crest Trilogy #2)
 Publication Date: March 21st, 2014
Genre: M/F, Urban Fantasy Romance
Synopsis: 

After Jaiden found Daniah in Juniper, they returned to Garnet City. Daniah is destined to become Queen of Zoku, a race of angel half-breeds who protect the humans from a soul-stealing evil. Now, Daniah is learning of her abilities and responsibilities as queen. Just as things seem to be going smoothly, a group of Zoku show up to help, led by an angel, Shelly. Mallory has been on her own for most of her life, trying to protect and save those around her. She is Toyek, and she’s been hiding in plain sight while fighting for her life. She is intent on finding her friends’ daughter, whatever the cost, when an innocent trip to the supermarket takes an interesting turn.

Orion has been hired to find a female and, as a Tracker, finding people is his specialty. He finds much more than he was looking for when he runs into the beautiful Mallory. While pursuing both his target and the resistant Mallory, he finds himself fighting to defend Princess Daniah and the Zoku. Can Orion and Mallory work together to help Daniah be the hope the Zoku so desperately need? Or will a few surprises and a tragedy be all it takes to break the united front of the Zoku fighting against the evil Meikal?

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“Cord, come dance with me,” I suggest, sliding out of my chair and holding my hand out to her.

She looks up at me in surprise then blushes and reaches her good hand up to clasp mine and we head to the dance floor. The music has all been slower songs, which is good because with her broken arm Cord wouldn’t be able to get too crazy.

I slide one arm around her waist and pull her against me while taking her free hand in mine. We sway to the music and I notice the beat changes into another song which is a bit faster, so I dip Cord back then nudge her gently with my arm at her waist while pulling her other arm, making her go in a circle before pulling her body back up against mine.

She giggles. “This is fun, and you’re quite good,” she says smiling up at me. “Even with my bum arm.”

I smile back and respond, “thank you.” Then we continue on, me dipping, swaying, pushing away pulling her back against me. I twist her so that her back is against me and we sway in time to the music. I drop my head against her shoulder and lay my cheek against hers.

“You’re pretty good at this yourself,” I say into her ear and feel her body tremble against mine as she lays her head back against my chest. ““Even with your bum arm.”

We sway a bit more, before I spin her around again and dip her before bringing her up against my body, lifting her to where her face is close to mine. We are still swaying slightly as the music changes again, and then, looking into her eyes and her flushed face, I lean closer, my eyes falling to her lips.

I feel her take in a breath and hear it catch in her throat. I release her hand and slide both of my arms around her, one on her waist and the other around her back. Her hand moves to my shoulder and I feel her pull me closer. My eyes flick back up to hers, which are locked onto my mouth. Without another thought, I lean in and press my lips against hers softly. My hand moves to her nape as I cradle her against me.

I feel a shock at the first touch of our lips and then I feel Cord press herself even closer to me as she pulls at my shoulder. She is everything I have been wanting and more than I had hoped for. Her lips are soft and warm, molding against mine; her body is lean and muscled, though still soft. Her hand moves up to my hair and she lightly scratches my scalp and I moan into her mouth feeling the touch all throughout my body.

I move my lips against hers, lightly swiping my tongue against her lower lip, coaxing her to open for me. She does, sucking in a shuddering breath, and I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I feel as well as hear her groan in to my mouth as she angles her mouth against mine.

I pull back from her mouth and move to her neck, lightly leaving open- mouthed kisses along her jaw and neck. I have waited years to finally kiss her, and I have wanted her more the last few days. “Cord,” I whisper and I feel her body stiffen.

I pull back and look at her in question. She looks up at me with indecision all over her face, though I can see the desire in her eyes.

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Juniper’s Princess (Book #1)

Synopsis:

Daniah is different, she always has been and now her dreams and visions of the future are increasing, she knows her life is changing. She just doesn’t know by how much…

Jaiden is different, but he knows why and he knows his responsibilities. He must find the saviour of his race, the angel human half-breeds who are fighting a war for humanity’s souls. If he can’t convince Daniah she is more than just a little different – she is the princess of their people – they are all going to die.

Unfortunately Daniah doesn’t have many reasons to trust Jaiden, especially when he is caught in a web of his own lies. In a world where half-breed angels walk among us, fighting an evil for our souls, Daniah must find the strength to become the princess we all need.

Chelsea O’Neal has a unique voice in storytelling, threading the characters lives together intricately to give us a complex web of good versus evil in a world descending into chaos…

Author Bio:

Chelsea O’Neal lives in her fantasy world where people can fly, vampires could be real, money is never an issue, and the romantic meeting of your true love is a normal happening. When not relaxing in Chelsea-ville, she enjoys talking with animals that talk back and taking long walks with her Prince Charming…

Actually Chelsea lives in the United States in Nebraska, where she was born and raised, with her black lab Daisey, who hasn’t spoken actual words, but she is pretty sure Daisey understands her. She is yet to meet her Prince Charming, though she is quite sure he is out there. Chelsea enjoys working in a library as well as a cosmetologist. She is an avid reader and writing has always been her passion. Zoku’s Hope is her second novel, and she is working on her next book now.

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Chelsea O’Neal lives in her fantasy world where people can fly, vampires could be real, money is never an issue, and the romantic meeting of your true love is a normal happening. When not relaxing in Chelsea-ville, she enjoys talking with animals that talk back and taking long walks with her Prince Charming…

Actually Chelsea lives in the United States in Nebraska, where she was born and raised, with her black lab Daisey, who hasn’t spoken actual words, but she is pretty sure Daisey understands her. She is yet to meet her Prince Charming, though she is quite sure he is out there. Chelsea enjoys working in a library as well as a cosmetologist. She is an avid reader and writing has always been her passion. Zoku’s Hope is her second novel, and she is working on her next book now.

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Blog Tour: Shadow’s Pleasure by Molle McGregor

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Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Urban Fantasy

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Brought together by circumstance. Bound together by chance. Despite the danger, passions ignite…

Sequestered for over ten years and manipulated by those that were supposed to love and protect her, Sorcha wants nothing more than her freedom. When her childhood friend and two other Shadows are kidnapped and held by a sadistic Director hell-bent on changing the very nature of their existence, Sorcha knows it’s past time to escape. With the help of the sinfully sexy Kiernan Black, she finally gains her independence, but the depths of her passion for the Warder may be more dangerous than the mission to save her friends.

As a Warder, Kiernan Black has never turned his back on an innocent. So when one of his own is working with a demon to brutalize innocent Shadows, he knows he must save them. With the beautiful, brave, and infuriatingly stubborn Sorcha Davis as his partner, he embarks on what might be the most dangerous mission of his life. But if he can find a way to make the fiery Shadow his along the way, the rewards could outweigh the risks.

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Chapter One

Breathe, Sorcha told herself. Take a breath and just relax. They’re not all watching you. Judging you. Looking for weakness. She shifted in the stiff wooden chair, nerves vibrating with anxiety, hiding her tension beneath a mask of inscrutable calm. All eyes were on the three newcomers, ears tuned to their story. No one was paying attention to Sorcha. Yet. If this meeting went the way she thought it might, it could be her ticket to freedom.

Was it wrong to use her friend’s misfortune to untangle her own disaster? Maybe. But Caerwyn would be the first to encourage her to do what she had to. For a decade, Sorcha had been trapped in this Sanctuary. Treated like an invalid. Useless. This could be her only chance to make a move.

Ten months ago, Caerwyn, her younger sister Lissa, and another Shadow had disappeared. They’d left to go shopping in Knoxville and had vanished. Cell records showed the last call Caerwyn had made was from the mall outside the city. A short conversation with her mother, saying they were on their way home. Then nothing. Caerwyn’s car, her phone, every sign of them had disappeared.

No one would clear Sorcha to search for them. Her mentor, her parents, even Iris and Garran had deemed Sorcha too fragile to leave the Sanctuary. It was bullshit. She wasn’t fragile. Not anymore. If she could hold it together long enough to get through this meeting, she’d prove it to them.

Sorcha took a sip of the lukewarm coffee in front of her. The remains of their breakfast were scattered across the table, mostly ignored as the gathered Shadows and two new Warders tried to work out a game plan. So far, they hadn’t accomplished much. The new Shadow, Hannah, her bonded Warder, and his friend were telling their story a second time. Recounting how Hannah had escaped a secret lab run by a corrupt Warder, while those around the table listened intently, hoping to scavenge any details they’d missed the night before.

Iris, the Keeper of the Sanctuary, sat at the head of the long table wearing yet another of her loose dresses, her graying hair in its customary bun. Sorcha had no idea why she liked the hippie grandmother look. As a Shadow, Iris could have kept her hair the same rich brown it had been in her youth, could have smoothed every wrinkle from her skin.

Then again, Sorcha wasn’t exactly the height of fashion herself. This morning she wore an embroidered tunic over dark cotton leggings. She hated that tunic, and not just because her mother had made it for her. Decades out of fashion, it wasn’t her style. Most days, she put on jeans and a graphic t-shirt. But today Sorcha needed those in charge of their Sanctuary on her side. If dressing to please would help, Sorcha would do it. When she got out of here she was leaving the ugly tunic, and all the others like it, behind.

Garran sat opposite Iris at the other end of the table, absently stirring his coffee. The burly, grizzled Elder Shadow looked bored, but he listened to every word. The renegade Warders and Hannah were their best lead on Caerwyn, Lissa, and Sara. So far, the information they’d shared about Hannah’s captivity was both encouraging and deflating. Finally, after all these months, they knew who had the missing Shadows. They knew all three had been alive as recently as a few days before. They also knew the Shadows were being held as part of a sinister plan to breed a Shadow-Warder. It was ridiculous. Kate, sitting beside her and waiting for the chance to describe her part in Hannah’s escape, was the only living Shadow-Warder. There wouldn’t be another until she died. They couldn’t be manufactured in a lab.

Sorcha tried not to listen as Hannah described talking to Lissa while they’d been imprisoned together. Hannah’s light, clear voice faltered. Lissa had told Hannah the Warder Director who’d held them was trying to create his Shadow-Warder the old-fashioned way. Sorcha focused on the golden surface of the pine table, concentrating on the cycle of air in her lungs. In and out. Moisture prickled the corners of her eyes. Bright, sunny Caerwyn was being raped. Repeatedly. Possibly since the day of her capture. According to Lissa, Caerwyn of the quick smile and goofy jokes no longer spoke, had completely withdrawn. Hannah’s guilt at leaving them behind flooded across the table, almost swamping Sorcha’s shield.

Sorcha withdrew mentally, furiously shoving Hannah’s emotions away. If she were a better empath, Sorcha would draw all that dark, sticky guilt from the girl, soothe her, help her work through the pain. Hannah had no reason to feel guilty. Her own escape was a miracle. Trying to save the others would have doomed her. At least now they had some idea what had happened to their missing.

Sorcha was going to get out of the Sanctuary. She was going to find Caerwyn. She was not going to think about the hell Caerwyn was going through. She couldn’t. Not yet. When Sorcha found her friend, she’d use every bit of her empathic ability to help her heal. If Sorcha let the reality of Caerwyn’s circumstances get to her, she’d never be able to do anything. Sending part of her consciousness to her inner mind, Sorcha wove reinforcements into her shield, strong enough to block Hannah’s emotions. Sorcha was the one Shadow with the skills to find Caerwyn and the other girls. She had to maintain the illusion that she could handle the outside world, or they’d never agree to send her.

Even with the reinforcements to her shield, their emotions battered at her, a tidal wave she struggled to hold back. Sorcha’s only chance was physical distance. For ten years, the greatest danger to her safety had come from within the Sanctuary. If she could get far enough away, she could rebuild her shield. This time strong enough to keep herself safe. It all depended on what happened in the next few minutes.

The Warders and Hannah had finished their story. Voices rose around the table, distracting Sorcha from the thoughts of her friends. It seemed the Shadows couldn’t decide what to do next. The two Warders and Kate looked faintly disgusted. Sorcha agreed. She loved her people, but sometimes they were all talk, no balls. Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward in her seat. Showtime.

Into the argument, Sorcha said, “I’ll find them.” Silence fell as the room turned to her. Surprise on half the faces. She hadn’t spoken since she’d entered, so it was possible most of them had forgotten she was there. “I’ll find them,” she repeated. “That’s why you asked me here, isn’t it?”

“Sorcha,” Iris said in a placating tone that made Sorcha grind her teeth. “You can’t go out there alone.”

“I was a tracker,” Sorcha responded, willing herself to be calm. Reasonable. Mature. “I’m trained to fight. And I’m the best we have at finding what is lost. I should have been out there before this. Now that we have an idea where to look, I’m going.”

“It’s more than you can handle,” Iris protested. “I’d hoped you could guide one of the others from here.”

“No,” Sorcha said. “It’s too complicated. This Director is using spell craft. I have to be closer.”

Sorcha didn’t know for certain that it was true, but it probably was. Kate leaned in, anticipation pulsing over her skin. Sorcha tried not to flinch. Kate was a great friend, but her energy was potent stuff.

“I’ll go with her,” Kate said. “I can keep her safe long enough to find them. I can help her get them out.”

“Hell no, girl,” came booming from Garran’s end of the table. He waved his big hand at Kate, gesturing for her to sit back. “If I’d had a say in it, you’d never have stepped into this one’s escape.” He pointed a thick finger at Hannah, who looked surprised and uncomfortable at the attention. “You’re unreliable and half crazy, Katherine. Drunk more than sober, holing up on your island, turning your back on your people more often than not. Denying your birthright…”

“Fuck you, old man,” Kate shouted, her face red, eyes wet with rage. “You don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“I know we’re not risking Sorcha or these girls to you. If you want to contribute, get your shit together. Otherwise, sit back and shut up.” Garran slapped his bear paw of a hand on the table for emphasis.

Kate slumped in her seat, vibrating with humiliation and fury. Sorcha knew her well enough to know that Kate wanted to storm from the room in a fit of temper. In other circumstances, she might have done it, proving Garran right. But she, like Sorcha, loved Caerwyn. Kate would stay. She might be imagining inventive ways to kill Garran, but she’d stay.

The room was silent. Sorcha sensed she’d gained ground. Garran hadn’t said it was a bad idea for Sorcha to go in search of the Shadows, just that Kate couldn’t go with her. Progress.

Wondering what argument to bring up next, she heard someone say, “I’ll take her. I can keep her safe.”

Looking up, Sorcha locked eyes with the owner of the deep voice. It was the Warder. Not Hannah’s. The other one. He studied her with eyes of opalescent hazel. They shimmered in warm shades of green and amber, set in golden skin. His hair was longish, shaggy around his face, thick, and dark blond. Add in sharp cheekbones, lush lips and a warrior’s build, and you had one hell of a sexy man.

Warder. Not a man.

Either way, Sorcha wasn’t sure she wanted to go anywhere with this guy. Males who looked like him were usually trouble.

On the other hand, he’d risked everything to help his friend save the woman he loved. Loyalty like that said a lot. Carefully, Sorcha extended her empathic senses toward the Warder. Nothing. She tried harder, reaching for him. Still nothing. Odd. Even focusing just on the Warder, she felt the others’ emotions pushing through. But not his. His emotions were tightly contained, not bothering her at all. Unable to stop herself, Sorcha smiled, believing for the first time this was going to work.

Kiernan sat back when the Shadow smiled at him. Fuck, she was gorgeous. He was going to have to watch himself with her. Long, thick red hair, milky skin, green eyes, full lips. That ugly hippie shirt hid a lot, but he was pretty sure she was all curves under her dumpy clothes.

At first, he’d thought she was a little mouse. Creeping into the room, head down, staying silent as the others spoke. He’d wondered why she was there at all. Apparently she was some kind of tracker. Good, since a tracker was exactly what they needed. For some reason, the others didn’t want her out in the human world. He’d been shocked as hell when she’d spoken up. She was quiet, but her voice had been firm, her eyes direct. He got the feeling she wasn’t prepared to give in. She’d need a backbone if he took her to Charlotte with him.

“It sounds like you left a mess behind when you helped Hannah escape,” said the bulky, rough-looking Shadow at the other end of the table. Kiernan wasn’t sure of his name. Garran? “How can you guarantee Sorcha’s safety when you don’t know what you’ll be walking into?”

“I can’t guarantee anything,” Kiernan said evenly. “Conner can’t go back. But I should be clean. There’s only one person who knows I was involved in helping Hannah get out. And since she helped Hannah herself, I think she’ll keep her mouth shut.”

“Still, going back at all is extremely risky.” This from Iris at the other end of the table. The older Shadow leaned forward, hands folded in front of her. “Bringing Sorcha with you elevates the risk. She hasn’t been out in the human world for years. Her shield is too weak.”

“I am not weak,” the redhead said. Kiernan could tell she was trying not to raise her voice. Despite her even tone, her eyes sparked with aggravation.

Sorcha. An old Scots name. With that hair, he would have guessed Scottish or Irish.

“Sorcha,” Iris said, in the same overly patient tone she’d used earlier.

Sorcha gave a sharp shake of her head, cutting Iris off. She turned her green eyes to Kiernan. “Iris is right,” she said. “Going back is dangerous, even if you think you’re clean. You got out. We’ve offered you safe harbor here. Why would you be willing to take the risk?”

Kiernan was surprised. He’d thought she wanted to go. But Sorcha was smart to question his motives. He didn’t know the captive Shadows. His single point of loyalty in this room was Conner, and he’d already helped his friend save Hannah. Kiernan’s job should be done.

On top of that, Shadows and Warders were forbidden contact. Just sitting here surrounded by Shadows broke fifteen hundred years of separation. If the Warders found out where Kiernan had been for the past twenty-four hours, he’d be in a world of hurt. If they caught the redheaded Shadow with him, so would she.

“Look,” he said, leaning toward Sorcha, meeting her green eyes with a steady gaze. “You don’t know me. And I don’t know your missing females. But I’ve never turned my back on an innocent. Not when my job is to save them. Especially not when one of my own is working with demons to rape and torture them. I don’t care about walking away from the Warders. But I’m not leaving those girls with the Director. Michael is insane.”

“What’s your plan?” Sorcha asked, her tone a challenge.

Kiernan grinned at her. He was pleased to see a flush bloom in her cheeks. Nothing could happen between them. They’d be walking into enough danger without adding the complications of sex. Still, he’d never been able to resist flirting with a woman, pretty or not. And this one was even more beautiful when she blushed.

“I thought we’d work that out together,” he said, his grin widening further as the pink of her cheeks deepened. A throat was cleared at the other end of the table. The older Shadow, he thought. Garran. Just as Kiernan turned to address the interruption, the door to the room slammed open. A male Shadow stepped through. Tall and spindly, he should have appeared weak. Instead, he radiated energy. Whoever the male was, he was powerful. And he looked pissed.

Ignoring the rest of the room, the stranger narrowed his dark eyes on Iris. He set one bony hand down on Sorcha’s shoulder without looking at her and barked, “What is the meaning of this? Why has Sorcha been included in this meeting?”

At the mention of her name, the hand on her shoulder tightened. Sorcha twisted, trying to dislodge the fingers digging into her flesh. She winced, her eyes dulled. He was hurting her. Was Kiernan the only one who saw it? Sorcha shifted to the side. The intruder’s grip tensed. Why didn’t anyone stop him? Kiernan pushed his chair back, prepared to intercede, when Sorcha raised her gaze to his. The luminous green was muddy with pain, but she shook her head in an almost imperceptible negative. Against his will, Kiernan sat back, giving her a chance to deal with the situation on her own.

With a jolt, Sorcha came to her feet. The sudden movement jarred the man behind her, forcing him to step back, highlighting the harsh grip he’d had on her shoulder. Kiernan was gratified to see the two Elder Shadows raise their eyebrows at the sight of his rough treatment. Good to know they didn’t condone it, they just hadn’t noticed.

Now that all eyes were on his contact with Sorcha, the older Shadow dropped his hand. Sorcha took advantage of the space to shift away, placing herself behind Kate’s seat. Kate glared at the newcomer with undisguised hatred. Interesting. Kate was a live wire, but she’d stepped in for Hannah and had fought with them the day before. She might be a little wild, but she was a powerful fighter and brave as hell. If she disliked this man, he was likely a threat.

“Steven,” Sorcha said in the same annoyingly calm tone Iris had used on her a few minutes before. “We’re discussing Caerwyn, Lissa, and Sara. The Warders have a solid lead on their location. We’re going to bring them home.”

“Out of the question. You cannot leave this Sanctuary. You’re too weak.” Steven dismissed her and turned to Iris again. “Sorcha’s not stable. Her power can’t be focused. She’ll be a danger to the girls and to herself. I was against her cutting back on her training with me, but she insisted. If I’d known she’d get an idea like this…” Steven trailed off, shaking his head as if in remorse, clearly trying to give the impression that Sorcha wasn’t able to make her own decisions.

Was he right? Would she be a liability? Kiernan met Sorcha’s eyes again. The pain had cleared, leaving them bright with annoyance. Her shoulders straightened as she faced Steven.

“As you’re well aware,” she said. “I’m fine. My shield needs to be maintained, but I can do that outside the Sanctuary. I have the training to deal with anything we might encounter, and no other Shadow in North America has the ability to find Caerwyn through the spell craft that’s blocking her location. We can’t afford for me to be locked away here.”

“You’re not locked away, Sorcha,” Iris protested, looking disturbed at Sorcha’s description of her circumstances.

“What do you call it when you refuse to allow me to leave?” Sorcha countered.

“It’s for your safety,” Steven said, reaching for her arm.

Sorcha stepped back, evading him. Garran cleared his throat a second time. The brusque sound was enough to freeze Steven in place. His arm floated back to his side. Sorcha took another sliding step away.

Garran leaned forward, pinning Sorcha with his eyes. “Think carefully, girl.”

“Garran,” Steven interrupted.

He was treated to a raised palm. Steven’s bony face mottled with anger when Garran didn’t spare him a glance.

“The past few years have been difficult,” Garran continued. “There’s no shame if you need more time to regroup.”

Sorcha drew a breath as if to speak, then seemed to think better of it. Wisely, she waited for Garran to continue.

“If you leave here with this Warder and go after our missing females, be certain you can do what you intend. If you fail, you don’t just endanger yourself. You risk sabotaging our only chance of bringing them home. Are you willing to take that on your shoulders?”

Standing across the table, Sorcha held Garran’s eyes. Without hesitation, she said, “I understand this will be dangerous. I wouldn’t volunteer if I didn’t think I could succeed. I’ll need to take precautions, but I know I can maintain my shield in the city. It’s much stronger than it used to be. And Caerwyn has been my friend since we were children. I love her like a sister. I used to watch Sara and Lissa when they were babies. There’s no way I’d risk them if I wasn’t sure I could bring them home. I promise you.”

Garran gave a sharp nod, then shared a long look with Iris. After a silent moment, she answered with a sigh. As one, they both looked at Steven, whose back straightened to painful stiffness. His dark eyes radiated fury.

“You can’t seriously be willing to listen to Sorcha’s opinion over mine,” he began, flinging a dismissive hand in Sorcha’s direction. “She’s only recently regained any control over her empathy, and it’s tenuous at best. After ten years in the Sanctuary, she can still barely stand to be touched. I can feel her tolerance for the emotions in this room wearing thin, and she’s been here less than an hour. Her weakness aside, you can’t mean to send her out into the human world with a Warder. He’s as dangerous as the Vorati demons.”

“Enough,” Garran boomed into Steven’s diatribe. “Steven, shut it. You may be one of our strongest empaths and Sorcha’s mentor, but you have no official place in this meeting. Sorcha is an adult. She is capable of assessing her own strengths. If she believes she can do this, I’m willing to take a chance on her.”

Steven drew an affronted breath. Ignoring him, Iris picked up where Garran had left off. “As far as the Warder is concerned—”

Before she could go on, Kiernan interrupted. “My name is Kiernan.” He restrained the smirk that wanted to break free. Iris didn’t look like she had much of a sense of humor. As if she’d heard his thought, she aimed a regal nod in his direction.

“As far as Kiernan is concerned,” she went on, “he hasn’t proven to be dangerous to any Shadow. At great personal risk, he helped Conner save his bonded mate and followed them into exile. Now he’s willing to put himself in danger once again to rescue our females from one of his own. In truth, if I thought we could do this ourselves, I’d leave him behind. But the girls are being held by a Warder. In the center of a Warder-dominated city. We have few Shadows in Charlotte, and fewer contacts. He has a way in. He can get Sorcha closer than we can. We would be foolish not to take the help he’s offering.”

Iris tilted her head to the side, examining Steven more closely, as if seeing something new in a man Kiernan suspected she’d known for more than a few decades.

“I don’t like what I’ve seen this morning regarding your attitude toward Sorcha. Perhaps this is exactly what she needs. You’re her mentor, Steven. Your place is to guide and support. Not to doubt and punish. Regardless of the outcome of her trip to Charlotte, she’ll be removed from your oversight when she returns.”

“If she returns,” Garran said.

“Yes, if she returns,” Iris agreed. “She knows the risks.”

In answer, Steven whirled and stormed out of the room. As the door slammed behind him, Kiernan heard the echo of his voice saying “Talk some sense into her” before he was cut off. With Steven gone, Sorcha relaxed and returned to her seat.

The rest of the meeting passed quickly. Kiernan and Sorcha planned to leave the following day. Later that afternoon, they’d discuss strategy, then meet with Iris and Garran one last time before their departure.

As the others rose to leave, Kiernan turned to Conner. “I want to talk to Sorcha for a minute. Are you going to be around in a while?”

“Sure,” Conner said, sliding his arm across Hannah’s shoulders. She leaned into him, her long red-gold hair spilling over Conner’s arm. “I think we’ll go for a walk, then head back to our rooms for some rest after lunch. Hannah needs a nap.”

“I’m pregnant, not sick,” Hannah said, poking Conner in the leg. Conner grinned at her and kissed the top of her head.

“Humor me,” Conner said.

Kiernan remembered Conner’s despair when he thought he’d lost Hannah. Their bond connected them, but it was clearly fueled by the love they shared.

“Is this when I get to say ‘I told you so’?” Kiernan asked. He’d thrown the two of them together in the beginning, encouraging his far too serious friend to loosen up and have some fun. Little did he know he’d start a chain of events that would lead them to a Shadow Sanctuary. It was all worth it just to see Conner’s easy smile.

Hannah tipped her face back to meet Conner’s eyes. “What does he mean—he told you so? What did he tell you?” she asked, teasing Conner.

Conner looked away, scowling in Kiernan’s direction. Kiernan couldn’t help giving Conner a little shit before he took off.

“I told him to take advantage of the romantic cabin and hook up with the hot Shadow while he had you all to himself,” Kiernan said.

Hannah giggled, her clear voice tumbling out like joyful bells. Kiernan didn’t know her well. Most of what he did know he’d learned through Conner’s drunken confessions after he’d left Hannah. But everything Kiernan saw assured him that Hannah was the perfect match for his friend.

Giving Conner a light slap on the shoulder, Kiernan headed for the door. He heard raised voices filtering in from down the hall. One of them sounded like Sorcha’s. He wanted to make sure Steven wasn’t hassling her again. The Shadow came off as an asshole. Kiernan didn’t want him anywhere near Sorcha. They were going to be partners for the next few weeks. That made Sorcha his.

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8286265Molle’s writing career started when she was seven and suffered terrible insomnia. Night after night she couldn’t sleep until long after mid-night, only to wake a few hours later. Frustrated with her inability to just go to bed, (and her penchant for sneaking a book and a flashlight under the covers) her grandmother said, “You like to read so much, why don’t you tell yourself a story until you fall asleep.” With this brilliant advice, Molle’s overactive brain was off and running. Now, years later, she’s finally taught herself to sleep, but she’s never stopped telling stories.

When she’s not reading, writing, or staring into space making things up, Molle is getting into trouble with her husband, two sons, two dogs and vicious attack cat in the mountains of North Carolina. She likes to hike, cook, listen to music way too loud, and hang out with her boys. She does not like dusting or emptying the dishwasher.

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Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Urban Fantasy

Synopsis:

Brought together by circumstance. Bound together by chance. Despite the danger, passions ignite…

Sequestered for over ten years and manipulated by those that were supposed to love and protect her, Sorcha wants nothing more than her freedom. When her childhood friend and two other Shadows are kidnapped and held by a sadistic Director hell-bent on changing the very nature of their existence, Sorcha knows it’s past time to escape. With the help of the sinfully sexy Kiernan Black, she finally gains her independence, but the depths of her passion for the Warder may be more dangerous than the mission to save her friends.

As a Warder, Kiernan Black has never turned his back on an innocent. So when one of his own is working with a demon to brutalize innocent Shadows, he knows he must save them. With the beautiful, brave, and infuriatingly stubborn Sorcha Davis as his partner, he embarks on what might be the most dangerous mission of his life. But if he can find a way to make the fiery Shadow his along the way, the rewards could outweigh the risks.

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Shadow’s Passion (The Shadow Warder #0.5)

Genera: Contemporary, Romance, Urban Fantasy

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He lived for vengeance, until he met her. Now he has to choose—revenge or love?

Exiled by her people after an accidental death, Celeste’s power is so unstable the elegant Shadow healer is considered a deadly menace. Fifty years of isolation have left her a little lonely. And more than a little bored. When a nearby family falls victim to demon infection, she decides to go hunting. Without backup, it won’t be long before the demons are hunting her.

A dangerous assassin, Gabe has better things to do than save a Shadow from her own reckless behavior. Like find the demon who killed his brother. Sure, the Shadow is gorgeous, alluring, and she needs his help. But he can’t afford to get distracted. Everything changes the second he spies his brother’s killer among the demons after Celeste. Now, nothing will tear him from her side.

Gabe is dangerous and secretive. He’s also a skilled fighter and sexy as hell. Celeste knows better than to team up with a Warder, but she’s not sure she cares. It’s been a long dry spell since her exile. Neither of them expects their fling to turn into something more. But when Gabe’s past catches up with him, he learns that his brother’s murder was just the beginning. A new evil is rising, and its sights are set on Celeste. Now Gabe has to make a choice: revenge or love?

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Genera: Contemporary, Romance, Urban Fantasy

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To protect her, he let her go. Now he’ll risk everything he believes in to get her back.

Hannah Green wants her life back. In the past three years she’s gone from promising graduate student to patient in a mental hospital. Now, she’s being held prisoner by a terrifying group of men who believe she has a mysterious power. She wants to think they’re wrong, but something inside her has changed. If only she could use her power to set herself free.

Conner’s entire life, he’s played by the rules. He’s a soldier. A leader. He knows better than anyone that contact with the Shadows is forbidden. So when a midnight phone call demands he rescue one from a nest of demons, he has no intention of following through. Until he sets eyes on Hannah. Brave, beautiful and determined to survive. Conner can’t walk away.

When you’ve worked so hard to make the right choices, temptation can be a kind of torture. Conner knows he should turn Hannah over to the Shadows. Hannah wants to be grateful for her rescue and let Conner go. But when love and desire bind two strangers together, they have to choose between what they think is right and what they know they need.

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When she’s not reading, writing, or staring into space making things up, Molle is getting into trouble with her husband, two sons, two dogs and vicious attack cat in the mountains of North Carolina. She likes to hike, cook, listen to music way too loud, and hang out with her boys. She does not like dusting or emptying the dishwasher.

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