Soul Magic by Poppy Dennison
Triad: Book Three
ISBN-13: 978-1-62380-580-7
Publisher: Dreamspinner
Genre: Paranormal M/M
Price: $6.99 eBook $14.99 Print
Pages: 220
Release Date: May 6, 2013
Blood runs soul-deep. Cormac hasn’t been the same since the
night the High Moon Pack was attacked. With his magic weakened, he’s consumed
by a bloodlust he hasn’t felt since he first became a vampire. His need to
replenish his power makes him a danger to his last remaining family member, and
his hunger makes him careless. And that’s just the beginning of his troubles.
Feeding from pack beta Liam Benson was supposed to slake his appetite, not
leave him craving more.
Simon Osborne and Gray Townsend are trying to fight a being
history says shouldn’t exist—one with all three types of magic. The pack must
use all of their resources to combat the mysterious triad, even turning to the
shady Council of Mages for help. While Cormac struggles to reconcile his past
failures with his current desires, Simon must attempt the impossible: an
alliance between mind, body, and soul.
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THE high-pitched screeching of the club’s so-called music momentarily deafened Liam. Strobe lights flashed, overwhelming his already sharpened vision. He winced, closing his eyes as he struggled to regain control. Frustration swarmed through him, adding to the annoyance of the task at hand.
Searching the crowd, Liam finally located the spiked blond hair of his target. He scowled, pushing aside an overeager dancer who chose to grind up against him. Steaming masses with grabby hands and a mob mentality. Their sweat, combined with too much cologne, made tracking his target by scent a challenge as well.
With a low growl, he shoved his way through the undulating crowd until he had a clear line of sight to the man he sought. His gaze drifted down over exposed, muscular arms to the man’s jean-covered legs. And not just any jeans—these were skintight and cut so low on Cormac’s hips Liam could make out the swell of his ass.
Liam chose to ignore the burst of arousal that rushed through him. He also pretended not to be jealous over the dancer whose hands freely roamed Cormac’s tight body. No, he couldn’t feel anything but anger toward the vampire at the moment. The fact that Cormac allowed this stranger to touch him, to casually grope where Liam only wished he could—well, he’d shove that thought to the back of his mind with the other conflicting emotions he’d felt since the moment he’d seen Cormac walk out of his house dressed to kill.
It wasn’t Liam’s first clue something was amiss. That had been when Cormac ignored Simon’s phone calls for the past week. His alpha-mate had grown increasingly frantic until Liam had finally taken matters into his own hands and gone to the vampire’s home. He’d expected a fight—wanted one, if he was honest with himself. Pack first. There was no excuse for Cormac letting Simon worry.
Liam certainly hadn’t expected to see Cormac prance out of the house dressed like a stranger. His customary conservative clothing—button-down shirts, crisply pressed slacks, and damned argyle sweaters—had been replaced by an outfit guaranteed to attract a lot of attention. Cormac had been injured by the triad as well, not that you could tell by the way he’d rushed to his car and sped away to this obnoxious excuse for a club, or by how he currently twisted his body and shimmied up against the strange man on the dance floor.
Liam rubbed his hand self-consciously over his stomach where the injuries he’d received in the fight still hadn’t entirely healed. All of Simon’s worry, and Cormac was out dancing? Liam’s anger turned to rage. How dare he? Liam pushed his way through the crowd, determined to grab the vampire and force him to explain himself to Simon. Nothing less would satisfy Liam at this point. And the explanation had better be a good one. Cormac tossed a sexy grin at the stranger. Liam’s claws itched with the desire to slap the sexy grin from his face.
Cormac looked up and met Liam’s gaze. He smirked, fucking smirked, just as the music changed to another screeching beat accompanied by multiple flashes of the strobes. Temporarily blinded, Liam continued to push his way toward Cormac. But when his vision cleared, the vampire had vanished.
“Fuck!” Liam spun around, searching the crowd of bodies, but couldn’t find the one he sought. Whatever song pounded in the background was a popular one, because more bodies appeared on the dance floor, boxing Liam in and making it impossible to get through without injuring anyone. Not that Liam would mind at this point. His blood boiled as he fought groping hands and hunted for Cormac’s distinctive hair.
He finally caught a glimpse, all the way by the entrance. Cormac tossed a look over his shoulder—smug and mischievous. He winked at Liam before pushing his way out the door, the groper he’d been dancing with right behind him.
It took long minutes for Liam to shove his way to the door. One of the club’s bouncers waylaid him and passed on a warning. Apparently Liam had pushed one too many patrons out of the way in his rush to chase after Cormac. Liam nodded his apology as he continued to try to get out the door without causing a bigger scene.
The bouncer stepped in front of him, blocking the way. Liam forced back another growl. “I’m leaving,” he yelled over the music.
The bouncer scowled but moved out of his way. Liam ran into the parking lot and looked around for Cormac’s car. It wasn’t where the vampire had parked it earlier, but the distinctive hum of the engine had Liam spinning around in time to see Cormac speeding up the next row of spaces.
The man from the club was in the front passenger seat. He turned his head just as the car went under the streetlights. His neck was bloody, a bite mark distinctive on his pale flesh. Liam jerked his gaze to Cormac, who casually wiped away a drop of blood from his lips as he drove away.
“Goddammit,” Liam bellowed to the empty lot. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
About the Author:
A sassy southern lady, Poppy Dennison developed an obsession
with things that go bump in the night in her early years after a barn door flew
off its hinges and nearly squashed her. Convinced it was a ghost trying to get
her attention, she started looking for other strange and mysterious happenings
around her. Not satisfied with what she found, Poppy has traveled to Greece,
Malaysia and England to find inspiration for the burly bears and silver foxes
that melt her butter. Her love of paranormal continues to flourish nearly
thirty years later, and she writes steamy love stories about the very things
that used to keep her up all night. If her childhood ghost is lucky, maybe one
day she’ll give him his own happily ever after.
You can find out more about Poppy’s books on her website http://www.poppydennison.com/
Of course, all actions have consequences, and Simon’s bold move earns him the displeasure of his peers and the attention of the cubs’ alpha, a man named Gray Townsend.
The last thing Gray needs is a mage in his life, but Simon did save his son. Since Simon is now a friend of the pack, Gray doesn’t have much choice about it—or the forbidden attraction that goes along with it. Unfortunately for the alpha, he needs Simon’s help to track down the demon behind the kidnappings—before it strikes again. Simon and Gray must join forces to protect the pack, even as they struggle to resist the temptation that threatens to destroy them both.
Cade Montgomery’s confidence took a hit when the pack’s cubs were kidnapped on his watch. He’s prepared to do anything to protect his family, even if it means working with Rocky. Maybe Cade doesn’t trust Rocky, but with the turmoil surrounding pack Alpha Gray’s unpopular decision to break tradition and mate with a mage named Simon, Cade knows more threats are coming.
Then someone declares war on shifters and puts the entire pack in danger. Cade and Rocky will need each other’s strengths to survive the impending battle—and the power of their growing attraction.
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