(The Brennan Coven Trilogy #2)
A WITCH WITH THE GIFT OF LIGHT
Calliope the Soother is a witch devotingher life to easing the pain and misery of others, drawing out the darkness andreplacing it with light.
A HALF-BREED WITH THE CURSE OF DARKNESS
A powerful wizard by birthright, KrystoffDubhar’s tainted blood carries shadows destined to possess his mind and soul.Only with outlawed, dangerous blood magick can he hold the shadows at bay.
HIS SHADOWS WEAKEN HER
In the shadowed realm of Mistropa,Krystoff falls to overwhelming odds. Just as the Queen of Shadows is about toclaim his power—and his life, Calliope hears the foreboding cry of the banshee,and the Soother becomes the wizard’s savior. As Calliope heals her mysteriousfanged enemy, her heart is sent into overdrive. Is her accelerated pulseprompted by fear or desire? Either way, Krystoff’s shadowed presence provesdangerous. His sensual words ignite a fire long held dormant. His kiss revealsa forbidden passion.
HIS HUNGER MAY VERY WELL KILL HER
Seeking vengeance, the Queen’s dark armyturns the Soother’s village into a battleground rife with death anddestruction. Calliope fights to save her coven. Krystoff fights to save theSoother who has captured his heart. One bite changes everything. Can lovesurvive the never-ending battle between light and dark?
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Her pounding pulse heated Krystoff’sblood and had saliva pooling in his mouth. He swallowed but it wasn’t nearlyenough to quench his thirst. Standing behind her, he
quicklyconjured a pair of jeans and slid them on, then backed away from the inviting
skinjust below her right ear. This witch’s intense scrutinizing had been quite thetest in
self-control.One more minute and he would have pinned her against the door and traced
histongue over each and every tattoo decorating her skin.
Krystoff walked around the table andpulled out another chair, flipped it around and
satastride. “Charmer, huh?” He liked the nickname, even though it didn’t suit him.
Nothingabout his life had been charmed. Blaming Riona would have been easy, but he’d
madehis own share of mistakes over the years. Something about this witch had him
regrettingquite a few of those blunders. Perhaps her magick had him ensnared in a spell
ofremorse.
Her hands found their way to her lapand she sighed. “My sister named you that.”
Red marks in the shape of her fingersmarred her pale neck. They would fade, but he didn’t like seeing them at all.He should be the only one marking her neck. What was he thinking? This witchwasn’t his. Nor did he have time for a romp between the sheets—
noteven a short one. His mother—correction—Rionawould be looking for him. It would be wise if he sought her out first. Maybehe’d get lucky and find Riona and Scout in the
sameplace.
His blue-eyed angel stared at him, andhe realized she’d been waiting for him to speak. “Sister? Ah, the fire witch.”The witch with red hair had incredible aim. She’d fried many Mistropans withone fireball. How many had she taken out after he’d passed out?
Calliope smiled. “Just one of her manytalents. Bevva’s a caster.” The smile vanished.
He watched as she pinched her lips shutand shook her head. “It’s okay. Her secret is safe with me.”
“I doubt it.”
“Don’t.”
Shejerked in her seat as if he’d slapped her. He’d never met such a complex being.
Onemoment she looked ready to throttle him, a second later he thought she’d bolt,and
yetanother blink and the witch appeared ready to join him for a littleskin-on-skin action.
Krystoffcleared his throat and attempted to soften his tone. “It’s the least I can do.
Thetwo of you saved my life. I owe you at least that.” He stuck out his hand.“Name’s
Krystoff.”
Wariness danced in her eyes before shesighed again and accepted his hand.
“Calliope.”
Lovely. “Suits you.” He skimmed his thumb overher knuckle.
She blinked and pulled away, hermovements sluggish. “Does it? I never thought so.”
“You’re made to make music and danceunder the stars.”
A blush crept across her cheeks. “Ifonly Bevva could hear you now. She’d laugh her way to the moon.” Calliopepicked at the chipped black polish on her thumb. “Charmer, indeed. You usethose lines on all women, or just the ones who save you from taking a strollwith the banshee?”
Shoving out of her chair, she stompedto the stove and restocked her cabinets with
precision.Each methodical movement captivated Krystoff. She waved a glass bottle in
frontof her face, then placed it on the exact shelf he’d taken it from. He admiredher
organizationalskills.
Krystoff scooted his chair closer. Herpace slowed and a bottle of dill fell from her
shakinghands, spilling onto the floor. “Do Imake you nervous?”
Her lashes fluttered open. With a deepbreath, she turned and leaned against the
counter.“No. You make me tired.”
“I can see that.” Dark circles hadformed crescents under her eyes and her shoulders
saggedbeneath her black T-shirt. “Why?” He’d expect her to be tired if he’d gottenhis
wishand had some fun in that bed of hers. They’d only had a simple and brief
conversation.What could possibly be tiring about that?
Calliope shoved her hair out of herface, exposing the stars around her eye. “It really doesn’t concern you.”
Krystoff rose and flashed across thesmall room. The kitchen blurred beyond
recognition,but it mattered not. He knew exactly where he was going. In less than a
second,he stood directly in front of her, then tilted her chin up with a gentle touchof one
finger.“Are you sure about that?”
More blinking, followed by, “You need togo.”
Hesmiled, dipped closer. She smelled of powder and lilacs, sunshine andwildflower
meadows.A more alluring combination could not possibly exist. “I’m not ready to go.”
Calliopegripped his shoulders and pushed. Krystoff didn’t budge. He held her in place
withhis body. When she punched him, he laughed. This witch was feisty. If only hehad
moretime.
“What are you?” she asked with one morefutile shove.
He considered lying, and then shrugged.“I’m just a soulless half-breed wizard, but I do believe you’re the one who’scast a spell.” He couldn’t resist. Krystoff dipped his head one more time,touched his lips to hers and became even more enchanted.
About The Luminary (Book #1)
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About The Luminary (Book #1)When Meera Brennan learns she’s a Luminary, one of the most powerful witches in existence, it rocks her already fragile world. The revelation explains the disturbing episodes that made her question her sanity, but does little to soothe the sting of discovering her life is now at risk. To save herself and keep peace within the veiled community, Meera will have to hone her powers and brave an ancient realm to destroy the slayer’s magickal source. She alone must dispel chaos and ensure the balance of good and evil for all mankind.
Banished and stripped of his guardian powers because of a witch, Ghanem Adamo, former prince of the Saharren realm, receives a chance at redemption when his estranged father reveals an immortal battle destined to alter all realms. In order to protect the innocent, regain his title and reunite with his family, Ghanem must destroy the slayers’ source of power and bring down their terrorizing leader.
Her life . . .
Or his throne . . .
When the war against the slayers force Meera and Ghanem to work together, more than magickal sparks fly. Challenged by fate, can love survive a nefarious battle that can result in only one prize?
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Elle J Rossi
Elle J Rossi grew upin rural Indiana surrounded by great people, a huge family and more animalsthan she could count. But the sites and sounds of the world beckoned, so sheleft her small town to escape into a creative world full of music. As a fulltime singer she was able to lose herself in a thousand different songs in ahundred different places. After meeting the love of her life and settling down,she yearned to find a new and fulfilling creative outlet. Overly fond of thehappily ever after, she wondered what it would be like to have her owncharacters lead her down dark and twisted paths. The very first word on thevery first page sealed her fate. She’d found a new love. She’d found herescape. Now along with weaving haunting tales about the journey to love, she’screating cover art for authors around the world and loving every second of it.For fun, she cranks country music to take her back to her roots, and singskaraoke anytime she gets a chance. Her husband, two children, and a cat thatrules the roost keep her company along the way and guarantee she doesn’t getlost in the enchanted forest. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
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