New Release ~ Lupus Secondus
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Lupus Secondus
The Sorcerer’s Wolves : Book Two
A curse binds the Incantator, has bound him for a hundred years…but with the rise of the next three moons, he will break free.
Now his Second Wolf, Secondus, must hunt out his mate in the island city of Fent.
Cesara is an apprentice scribe, long kept under the thumb of her hated Master. But with the rising of the moon, she willingly bends to the power of the wolf.
And continues the rite that will free them all…
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Excerpt
I crept between the billowings of red silk, stepping between the shifting lamps and their flickers of golden light and the silver of the full moon. My heart drummed. I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have found my way into the carnival. It was the latest defiance against my master, foul and cruel old man. He’d denied anyone the chance to move through the rumoured wild beauty of the Solstice Carnival.
For three nights. I’d lasted one.
He’d barred us in the night before, barricading the windows and door in the long room in which us lowly scribes slept.
“A curse sits on the silk and debauchery of the carnival. I would not have your…innocence spent there.”
My hated Master’s words as he fixed the last lock in place.
I huffed a breath and slipped around a gawking crowd caught in the thrall of a scarlet-coated magician. His magic was a glitter, a light weave sparkling through the cold air as he painted a possible future for those with enough gold coins to see it.
No, Master Lenya, would rather we spent our innocence on him. To step up to the rank of artisan and to escape the lecherous old sod, I had to give him my virginity. I’d refused. It was why I still laboured as an apprentice in his hall at the ripe age of four and twenty.
It would be a hot day in the Underworld before he got his gnarled hands under my skirts.
And…it was why I’d broken through the loose latch on the window above my bed and scrambled out onto the roof. I’d had enough. I was close to a master in my craft…yet trapped under Lenya. Caught in my contract. I wanted the gift of my virginity to be mine to give. Not his to take.
And what was better than to give it away under the wild debauchery of the carnival?
My heart skipped, and the hot bloom in my chest caught my breath. Oh, yes, there was my secret. The always so prim and staid Apprentice Ryn ached to be fucked. To be taken. I drew in a rough breath, the pulse to my blood almost dizzying. To be…witnessed in that delicious breaking of my maidenhead.
