Blurb:
A woman
born on the wind...
A Turul
princess, Evie North has waited long enough for her “one true love” — a man
she’s stopped believing truly exists. She throws caution—literally—to the wind
and decides to take matters into her own hands. She chooses a handsome stranger
from a crowd and falls into bed with him, hoping love might find her in his
arms.
A human
man drawn to powers beyond his comprehension...
The
only thing Marcus Calais knows is that he’s likely to die in a pointless war
but also honor-bound to run into battle. At least until he meets an angel named
Evie in Central Park who incites stronger desires than he’s ever had and whose
songs drive him to levels of passion he never imagined. After just one night
with the lovely, waifish beauty, he discovers he has so much more to live for.
Will he sacrifice his principles to stay alive for her?
The
immortal dragon who owns both their souls...
“Ked”
is what his five siblings call him, but others simply refer to the huge black
dragon as The Void. He is darkness personified, but nothing is darker than the
enemy he is up against. It will take true darkness to fight the evil permeating
his world, and to save the female Fate intended for him. But Fate has a funny
way of switching things up when he least expects. What will he find when he
ventures forth into the enemy’s lair in search of love?
Excerpt:
“You
terrify me,” he said softly, and she knew what he said was true. Even if the
Wind hadn’t been there to verify his honesty, she’d have known it by the
wetness in his eyes. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and the
first one I’ve ever wanted so much I’d behave like a rutting stag the first
time we meet. I don’t do this, Evie. What I want to do with you is entirely out
of character for me. I know you have no reason to believe that because we just
met, but it’s the truth.”
She
laughed shakily, taken aback by his bare honesty. “Surely there have been
others… Look at you.” She waved her hand down his sturdy frame, still crouched
before her.
He
shook his head. “I’ve tried off and on, but somehow the women I’m most drawn to
are wildly inaccessible. You’re the first who’d give me the time of day. That
in itself makes you infinitely more amazing to me. But there’s something
deeper.”
He
reached up a hand and placed his palm against the center of her chest. The
simple touch stole her breath. “I can’t put my finger on it, but I really want
to know everything there is to know about you.”
Evie
found it hard to fill her lungs enough to speak. Finally, in a near whisper,
she said, “What if I never trust you enough to share my secrets?”
“Then
I’ll have to prove to you that you can.”
She
sighed, relieved that he told her the truth, but also more anxious than ever
that she hadn’t heard any hint of a lie. If she had, she’d have had an excuse
to avoid following through with her crazy plan.
She
urged him to stand and laced her fingers through his again. Taking a deep
breath, she found that steely will of hers along with the wicked streak that
had urged her to seek him out to begin with.
“Rutting
stag, huh? I think I like the sound of that.” She grinned up at him. Abruptly
he wrapped her in his arms and laid a hot, hungry kiss against her lips. In
spite of the cold brick wall he had her pressed into, all she could feel was
his heat flooding through her thin dress. She clung to him, melting against
him, both of them oblivious to the traffic on the sidewalk passing by like
nothing out of the ordinary was occurring. Like she wasn’t on the verge of
letting this man fuck her silly against the wall right out in public on a cool
spring evening.
The
honk of a cab caused Marcus to jump and draw away from her. She held on,
reluctant to lose the warmth of his body and the sweet pull of his mouth. A
small, petulant sound came out of her and he groaned in response. He placed his
hands against the wall on either side of her head and peered down into her
eyes.
“You’ll
be the death of me, Evie North. But I think you’ll be worth it.”
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Meet the Author:
Ophelia
Bell is the author of the super steamy bestselling Sleeping Dragons series.
Ophelia loves a good bad-boy and especially strong women in her stories—women
who aren’t apologetic about enjoying sex and bad boys who don’t mind being with
a woman who’s in charge, at least on the surface, because pretty much anything
goes in the bedroom. Ophelia grew up on a rural farm in North Carolina and now
lives in Los Angeles with her own tattooed bad-boy husband and four
attention-whoring cats.
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