DARK ALPHA'S SILENT NIGHT
The holiday season is for revelry, and the Reapers take full advantage to
celebrate as a family.
MY FIERY VALENTINE
It's Valentine's Day at Dreagan, and V has special plans for his mate.
SHARDS OF HOPE
Ulrik, King of Silvers, comes face to face with his past and discovers a link
to his mate that had been there all along.
A WARRIOR FOR CHRISTMAS
Just days away from the winter solstice, Christmas, and Boxing Day, the
Warriors and Druids of MacLeod castle come together once more to give thanks
for the family they’ve made and the hardships they’ve overcome.
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A teaser Excerpt from Dark Alpha's Silent Night:
River glanced over her
shoulder and winked at Kyran as she left their house. She still couldn’t
believe she had fallen in love with a Reaper. Being a Halfling—half-human,
half-Fae—had made for a difficult life growing up. She didn’t belong in the Fae
world because her blood was tainted. The human world only saw the beauty of a
Fae and tried to exploit it. That’s why she had attempted to hide who she was.
Not to mention, she had gotten the family’s gift. The ability to read ancient
Fae languages. Something that only happened once a generation.
She learned not just of
her family’s legacy but also how to defend herself. She’d had no choice but to
become a warrior. River both hated and liked that she had Fae blood. Since
Kyran, she had come to terms with who she was and how she could use it to help
Death and the Reapers.
Her steps were light as
she walked. Death’s realm was picturesque in every sense of the word. Every
single place on the realm was jaw-droppingly gorgeous. She and Kyran had
settled on a section of rolling hills near a loch. The minute he saw it, he
just stopped and stared. He hadn’t had to say a word. It was clear he was taken
by it. She had known immediately that this was where he wanted to have a home.
After he became a
Reaper, he and the others had moved about constantly, setting up temporary quarters
on Earth. He hadn’t had a real home in many centuries. Seeing how enamored he
was with the location made it the perfect place for their home. The other
Reapers found similar places.
Some were farther from
the white tower that Erith and Cael used as their home, but she and Kyran were
one of the closest to it. She didn’t have the ability to teleport as the
Reapers did, so she had to walk. River enjoyed having the time to herself—and
the exercise. She shivered slightly in the cool, damp air, deciding that before
she did anything, she should speak to Erith. This was Death’s realm, after all.
Forty minutes later,
River reached the white tower. She lifted her hand to knock, but the door
opened before she got the chance. She found herself staring into Cael’s purple
eyes. The once-Light Fae had previously been the leader of Kyran’s group of
Reapers. After an altercation with one of his enemies where he nearly died—only
to be saved by Erith’s magic—he’d been transformed into a god.
“River,” Cael greeted
her with a smile. “What brings you to our door?”
“I was hoping I could
talk with you and Erith.”
He stepped aside so she
could enter. “Of course.”
River glanced up at the
curving staircase that ran along one of the tower’s walls, all the way to the
very top. She spotted Erith midway up, making her way down the steps. Her long,
blue-black hair was in a loose plait over one shoulder. The petite goddess
effortlessly glided down the steps in an all-black outfit that was a cross
between Xena: Warrior Princess and Hela from Thor. Somehow, Erith
pulled it off in only a manner that Death could.
“What can we do for
you?” Erith asked when she reached the bottom.
River took a deep
breath and said, “I’m missing some of the things we did on Earth. I was hoping
to throw a holiday dinner like what Con and Rhi did at Dreagan. Just for us
here,” she hastily added.
Erith’s lavender gaze
briefly moved to Cael before she said, “I think that would be delightful. With
everything we’ve been dealing with, I’m sorry to say I haven’t thought about
what those of you who came here left behind.”
“You have our gratitude
for opening your home to us. We might miss a few things from Earth, but that
can be remedied.”
Cael walked to stand
beside Erith. “I think a dinner party is just what we need.”
“Yes,” Erith said with
a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
River understood. Their
enemies had gotten powerful. Then there was the fact they chasing Xaneth—a
royal Fae who had helped them. On top of that, Aisling had gone in search of
him. Erith wasn’t just looking for one person now but two. All of that weighed
heavily on her slim shoulders.
That’s when River
realized that it wasn’t just her that needed a night to remember what they had.
Erith did, too.
All of them did.
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