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House of Warlock

QUOTE

“I’m the Master. You don’t demand anything from me. You fucking take it like The Warlock Queen should from everyone else, but with me, you drop to your knees as my submissive.”

HOUSE OF WARLOCK
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EXCERPT
Her finger slid over the pommel and blade, but she couldn’t take her eyes away from his mesmerizing gaze. Sooty lashes surrounded black eyes, contrasting with his pale skin and chiseled features. Even the dagger sang a little louder. Something was off with this man. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes so dark.”
“Family trait,” he commented, eyes lowering to the dagger. “You’ve sliced the tip of your finger, Kellie.”
“What?” she asked, totally captivated by his subtle movements and dark countenance.
“Your finger, Kellie. You’re bleeding on my dagger.”
“I’m so sorry,” she stammered, yanking her hand away, but gasped when he caught it.
“Allow me,” he whispered huskily, removing the glove, bringing her finger to his lips, and swirling his tongue around the tip.

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Excerpt from House of Fae

Desire laced the air, and his entire body tightened. She rode the edge with him. He saw it now in the way she responded, fighting their bond with every step. Her breasts lifted, her breath was shallow, and she couldn't get away from him fast enough.

Her eyes flashed with a flare of purple heat, and the pink on her cheeks deepened to a darker shade. They were mates, and no amount of hiding or running could change that.

"I want you so bad I could tear this fucking kingdom apart."

The Spirit of the Fae

The King of the Fae carries the Spirit of the Fae within his physical body. The Spirit of the Fae is an all-powerful entity connected to all of Fae. Its demeanor is determined by its host. In the following passage from House of Fae, Tristan accepts the burden.

"Tristan didn’t rise when the gold crown fell where he kneeled. A black entity arose from the ground and circled him. It swirled as black smoke, black wings spread, and red eyes burning like lava. Nena gasped when it entered Tristan’s chest with a horrific scream. His body jerked, and his eyes flashed to black."

The inhabitants of Fae fear the Spirit of the Fae because of how Tristan's father used it. And Tristan does struggle with it, especially when it comes to his queen.

As the series continues, and especially in House of Warlock, the reader learns more about the Spirit of the Fae and what he can do.

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House of Warlock Excerpt

My blood-soaked shirt disappeared, and everything human vanished as I climbed the steps to the stage. Magic expanded from my soul, licking over my flesh in waves. I was the most powerful warlock in the universe, and my mate challenged me in front of everyone in the club, whether or not she meant to.

Shards of light shot from her eyes, morphing between liquid silver and black. Those witches would give her everything since she was the last in the familial line, and I was the only one who could channel and stabilize that much energy.

“Are you happy with yourself, warlock?”

She gritted the words, but I didn’t bother to answer. A leather flogger formed in my hand, and her eyes dropped to it before slowly rising.

“Do I get a safe word? Isn’t that how this works?”

A smile spread. “No,” I answered, dragging the tassels across her bare stomach. “There’s no safe word in my club.”

“Why, Dominic?”

“You used magic against me.”

“So?”

I lightly smacked the tassels against her thighs, enjoying the way her muscles contracted. “You also killed.”

“After everything you’ve done, you don’t have the right to question anything I do.”

“I can question my mate about anything I want.
Own it. What did you feel when it expanded from your hands, and blood coated your naked flesh?”

She jerked against the buckles, her abdominal muscles clenching and releasing. “Powerful. It was a rush.”

I brushed the tassels over her fingers, and she tensed. “Never use your powers on me again.”

“You used yours on me.”

I chuckled, sliding one hand across her toned stomach, smearing the blood around her ribcage and over her curvy hip. “You kissed the King of the Vampires.”

“So what? You don’t want me, so what does it matter?”

My eyes narrowed, and I pressed my lips to hers so fast she gasped. But there was nowhere to go, no escape, and no salvation. “I changed my mind,” I said against her mouth. “You don’t listen well, Angelique. That curse applies to me as well. Do you see me cowering? I want you so bad I could f*ck you for weeks.”

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House of Unseelie

An enormous man dominated the steps of her porch, feet braced shoulder width apart. Wavy, white hair lifted and floated. Obsidian black eyes, darker than the stormy night raging outside her home, locked with hers.

Spellbound in the moment, Celine couldn’t move. The demon’s breath heated the skin on her back. A spindly arm wrapped around her waist and tightened until she could barely inhale.

“It’s you,” she whispered in a choked voice.

The man raised his hands in front of him. White light leaped from his palms, ropes extending from his fingers to circle her body. A halo of radiant energy outlined his form, and the demon growled against her spine.

Celine’s gaze slid over his tall frame, not believing her eyes. He stepped fully onto her porch and approached until he towered above her. Her chin lifted. Dark eyes met her fear, chasing the simmering terror away with his presence. White light sparked from his black eyes, penetrated her soul, and tingled underneath her skin. She jerked from the connection, and peace replaced fear as evil cowered in the shadows.

The stranger’s gaze didn’t leave hers, but he spoke to the demon in an authoritative tone. “I harnessed her to me. You can’t have her, demon.”

The demon moaned, but its hold slackened from her waist. Time halted. Thunder rumbled low and deep. Water gushed from the gutters onto the lawn. The rain slowed to a steady pace off the porch.

His essence brushed her spirit, asking for permission, and she surrendered to his shielding touch without protest. The demon’s clutch released immediately, and Celine slumped against the man’s chest. His light completely enveloped her in warmth and protection. The torment was finally over.

Unable to muster the strength to lift her head or stand on her own two feet, she burrowed against the man’s chest. His clean, masculine scent soothed her battered soul. Strong arms scooped beneath her legs, cradling her body into his. His gaze lowered to hers before striding inside her home.

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I swallowed the lump in my throat, backing as far as I could without ruining the cake I prepared for another family. My chin lifted under his dominant stare. “No.”
“No?” he questioned with the lift of one eyebrow.
“No, Sebastian. I don’t want to talk about it.”
He stopped in front of me, bracing his hands on either side of my body. “I do.”
“My throat hurts. Can’t talk anymore.”
He chuckled. “Why?” he murmured, entirely too close to my mouth. “I need to hear it, Adriana.”
“Please don’t make me say it.”
“Coward,” he sneered, eyes dropping to my mouth. “You tricked me, lied, and claimed me.”
“You didn’t seem to mind.”

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House of Lycan

“Don’t touch me,” she protested, refusing to face him.

Dagen grabbed her chin, but she snapped at his hand with sharp canines locked over her lower lip. The seat jerked when she attempted to jump, fighting the restraints, and lunging for him. One binding ripped. They wouldn’t hold her much longer.

“I said don’t touch me, werewolf,” she growled.

He was the Alpha, and she was on the verge of losing all control. After bracing his feet shoulder width apart, he tightened his muscles, and called forth his wolf with a guttural growl. “I command you to control your wolf until I take you someplace safe.”

Watery eyes lifted to him even as she snarled. “I don’t know if I can. This is your fault.”

He wanted to wrestle her to the fucking floor and make her submit, but he couldn’t with her this close to shifting and on a plane. “How long has it been since you allowed your wolf out?”

“Ten years,” she yelled.

“Ten years!” he exclaimed. “What the hell, Stevie?”

“You don’t know everything, Alpha!” she screamed. “Release me!”