tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68140485163682055132024-03-14T05:31:22.791-07:00Sons of Herne Seriesby J. Rose AllisterJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11457235963917206588noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814048516368205513.post-82741376651700955982016-02-10T21:28:00.001-08:002017-07-13T13:44:22.526-07:00They Rule the Sabbats...But Love Will Rule Them.<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>DOMINUS: GOD OF YULE</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Book 1 of the Sons of Herne series</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">December 2015</span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Loving
Lorayna could cost him his sacred power…</span></i></b><br />
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is the time of Yule, and Dominus, god of the sabbat, should never have had to
spend half the year nurturing the latest light bearer himself. Now, months of
visiting Lorayna, present only as a whisper, has sparked a yearning inside of
him that he cannot shake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Lorayna
has felt herself drawn to the pagan path by a presence she has been unable to
resist. When she discovers her “holiday spirit” is in fact a mouthwateringly sexy
god, she’s ready for whatever sabbat ritual he chooses. To her disappointment,
his intentions are strictly hands-off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Giving
up her light is not as easy as surrendering to his will, however. Dominus is
forced to break the rules and give into his urges before the Yule power
consumes her from within. The ripples of their passion will alter many sabbat
unions to come—and Dominus must defy his father, Herne, to follow his desires
and prove to Lorayna that she was not merely another light bearer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Dominus
thought of his last visit to Lorayna, how he had stood at her bedside,
whispering ancient secrets while her hair spilled across her pillow and her
round curves beckoned. His male need flared into a sharp ache at her beauty,
and how he longed to plunge his fingers through that silken hair, run his
tongue over every sultry dip and swell on her body. He never touched her. He
could not. He had stayed overlong on that visit, for he knew the time had
come—a time he both longed for and resented. The time when his visits to her,
unwanted though they had begun, would be at an end. A lump in his stomach
punctuated the thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A
figure passed by the sheer curtain drawn halfway across the front window, and
his pulse quickened.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Lorayna.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He
heard the name dance through his thoughts, and try though he might, he could
not wave it away. He typically preferred not to know the names of the women
whose light he released. There was little point in it, for he would not see nor
know anything of the females once his mission was complete. For their part, the
women would know nothing of him, either. The majority of humans were blissfully
unaware that their world sat tightly against a realm of immortals and magic,
nor did they care to know just how much their gods were still at work to this
day, walking the woods, tending to fields and lusty lasses, and generally
keeping the balance of their worlds at peace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Laughter
rose to his ears, and he drew back instinctively behind the cover of trees.
Humans would not see him while he wore the veil charm, rare few, anyway, but
best not to chance it. The door to the cottage opened, and several people
spilled out, happy and carefree and followed by a waft of alcohol that was
apparent to his keen, supernatural senses. Then there she was, Lorayna,
standing in the doorway with a wide smile that tightened Dominus’s chest. She
wore a pure white sweater, oversized and yet clinging to her ripe figure, and
while she chatted to her departing guests, she tucked a silken strand of dark
brown hair behind one ear. Blue and silver bells tinkled on her earrings,
jingling as she nodded and laughed. Her lips, painted pink and glossy, caught
his eye, and he found himself staring at how they puckered and released with
every syllable she spoke. Long, well-manicured nails had been painted to match.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His
cock throbbed in earnest, already impatient with the guests who were lingering
far too long at the threshold for his tastes. He was eager for their time
together, yearning to see his months of attention to her physical and emotional
well-being come to fruition.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">One
of the males leaned close to kiss Lorayna on the lips, and a swell of
unpleasant heat rose in Dominus’s stomach. She was not his to own, of course,
and he had no cause for jealousy. She would no doubt sleep with other men in
the future, probably many others. But she had kept herself pure since May Day,
because she knew deep in her subconscious that she was fated for no other until
Dominus helped her birth the shining light he saw inside her even now. The
sun’s energy pulsed from within, a bright, glowing force like a singular joy
that was at the apex of its power. He alone would bring back that light,
coaxing it from her in an explosion of climax. She would feel exquisite
pleasure as she returned that energy to the universe, followed by a temporary
sense of loss. She would move forward, however, unaware of her crucial role in
the wheel’s turn of the coming year. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
overly attentive male turned to a man beside him and laid a suggestive kiss on
him, complete with a sweep of the tongue while squeezing his ass. Dominus
relaxed his fists. So, the male had other inclinations. Good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Try
not to be a stranger,” the other male said with a flourish. “Make a New Year’s
resolution to come out into the world more than once a month.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It’s
not New Year’s yet,” she said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Before
you know it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I
just can’t believe it’s already over,” Dominus heard Lorayna saying to the two
men who were now holding hands. “I’ve felt such a holiday spirit this Yule.”
She glanced over the man’s shoulder, looking straight at Dominus while those
perfect nails raked strands of her hair smooth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He
held her gaze, fully aware that she did not truly see him. At most, perhaps,
she was aware of a by now familiar presence. As her dark eyes penetrated him,
however, he began to wonder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11457235963917206588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814048516368205513.post-28462154370205392422015-11-06T23:16:00.001-08:002017-02-01T20:41:40.941-08:00Book 2- Eradimus: God of Imbolc<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>ERADIMUS: GOD OF IMBOLC</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Book 2 of the Sons of Herne series</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">January 2016</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">The realms
are in jeopardy. Violent storms erupt as the earth prepares to shake off its
inhabitants, a fate that can only be avoided by the return of the woman Eradimus
has loved for millennia. Brighid was destined to be in his arms only once each
generation, a cruel enough fate before she failed to return at all. Now the world
mourns her loss—and Eradimus’s father, along with the Counsel of Sabbats, insists
that he take another lover for an Imbolc ritual that will hopefully avert
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Brighid
is not having the greatest vacation. A sudden storm hits, almost taking her over
the edge of a cliff along with her rental bike. Lost and alone, she makes her
way to the nearest shelter—a barn that seems to have been oddly readied for a
visitor—to wait out the weather. When a strange, but gorgeous man shows up and
claims to know her, she is infected by his sensual presence and very much
wishes she could be the Brighid he so desperately seeks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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she the goddess Eradimus longs for? He must find a way to restore her true
identity and join with her before all of humanity is lost.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“My
lords!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Eradimus
turned to see a young acolyte racing forward, his sandals slapping the marble
as he ran.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Well,
what is it?” Herne boomed. “Now that you’ve interrupted a vital discussion and
startled us all.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
young man slid to a stop and gave a hasty bow. “This was just brought back
through the Chamber of Portals.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His
brown eyes wide with excitement, he held up a flower that quivered between his
fingers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Eradimus’s
heart gave a sputter. “Snowdrops,” he whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It
is a sign,” Jarvil said, pointing at the blossom. “The snowdrops bloom again.
She is returning!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Eradimus
grabbed the lad by the front of his tunic. “Where?” he demanded. “Where was the
sighting?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
bloom fell to the floor, and the young man pulled away to retrieve it. “In the
Green Isle,” he said. “In the field not far from where the fires burn in her
honor.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Then
I know where she will appear,” Eradimus said, shooting his father a look. He
took the snowdrop from the lad, feeling the longing burn inside him. Hope of
pulling her into his embrace again scorched him from the inside. “At least, I
know of the general region. There could be a few places within the area.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Can
he not just focus on her presence, as do many of the other sabbat gods when
they cross over to seek their females?” he heard Jarvil ask.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It
does not work that way for him,” Sandovar answered. “You should have learned in
your studies how the Imbolc ritual differs from all others. As she who joins
with the sabbat god is born anew each generation, Eradimus does not know
precisely whom to focus upon. He has only the location where the signs have
appeared to guide him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I
know he only performs the full joining every second decade, and always with the
same female. But I do not know why.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It
is speculated that the earth needs to see the magic born of a true love between
mortal and immortal once each generation for it to relent in its despair and
grant humanity another cycle of life.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A
hiss in response turned out to be Herne’s. “True love. If that were the case,
why then did the earth not respond when Dominus claimed the Yule mother? He,
too, thought himself possessed of true love, yet storms blanket the realm all
the same. So if you are quite finished giving your firstborn lessons in idle
conjecture?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Heads
bowed. “Apologies, my lord and my god,” said Sandover.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Perhaps
it is not the love between beings on opposite sides of the veil that the earth
saw,” Eradimus said, no longer able to bite down on the words that had
resonated in him for centuries. “Perhaps my immortal power unlocked a magic
within her, solely and exclusively in Brighid, that gave the world cause to
spare the human race.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Ridiculous,”
Herne said, although counsel members were exchanging looks. Eradimus was
already headed for the artifact pedestal when his father continued. “But if you
feel she is so vital, delay no more,” Herne said. “Go forth and seek the place
of her return. Do your duty, god of Imbolc. We will discuss matters when you
have succeeded in your task.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Eradimus
paused in front of the pedestal that was carved from the finest crystal and lit
from within by its own energies. The garnet statue stood on top, and his eyes
took in the lines of the exquisite carving. The bowed head, the delicate fall
of wavy red hair, the cloak that fell in folds to her bare feet caught her
essence, poise and beauty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I
knew you would not fail me,” he whispered. “I knew you would not wait another
generation to return.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He
reached for the figure, his fingers shaking while he reached for the wand
cradled in her arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>TALLISUN: GOD OF OSTARA</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Book 3 of the Sons of Herne series</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">February, 2016</span><br />
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is the time of Ostara, and Tallisun, god of the sabbat, has little interest in fulfilling
his duty by bedding a woman for the ritual of spring. He would much rather be
part of the Thousand Seasons hunt that his father, Herne, forbade him from
attending. When Tallisun goes off on a hunt of his own, he nearly shoots a
beautiful earth woman who wanders in front of his arrow. To retaliate for
costing him his trophy, he steals her garments while she bathes in a nearby
lake.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Harper
is camping solo when her clothes are taken by a handsome, well-built male who
is sexy as hell, but clearly off his rocker. After all, who runs around the
forest wearing antlers and claiming to be a god? But to her shock, Tallisun proves
his antlers are real, and the god of Ostara has intentions toward her that are far
less than platonic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">He
has an intriguing proposition: let him hunt her in the woods. If he catches her,
she will become the spring maiden in a carnal ritual he has become more
interested in than ever. Harper wouldn’t mind a one-time rendezvous with such a
delicious morsel, except for his aggravating doubt in her survival skills. So she
has a better idea. He will not hunt her. They will hunt each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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contest of becoming both hunter and hunted will take them to a place of primal yearning,
and their sabbat union will awaken unexpected consequences that complicate
their mutual decision to part amicably after the ritual is through.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Harper listened to his words,
her brows raised, wondering how she’d managed to bump into such an unstable man.
What must have happened to him to make him disavow belonging to the entire
human species?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Tallisun, if that was his
real name, was the most attractive man she’d met in a long time, and how crazy
was that? His looks didn’t matter, though, only the fact that he was clearly
disturbed. He thought he was a god—the god of some spring sabbat—and he wanted
her help with a pagan ritual to make spring official. Ha! She bet he did. No
doubt he’d lured women in with this speech before. How many “spring maidens”
had he conned into bed with his fake horns and golden contact lenses? Or maybe
they weren’t fooled at all, but they just didn’t care. He was certainly
gorgeous enough to contemplate doing all sorts of rituals with.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">What would he do when she
turned him down? Her eyes kept flicking to the bow and quiver sticking up
behind him, as well as her knives that were closer to him than she would like.
What if he didn’t give her a choice about this “ritual”? Then again, if he had
plans to harm her, he could have done so already. So maybe he
would go away quietly when she turned him down. She just had to make sure to do
it politely, so as not to agitate him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Well, I must say I’m
flattered,” she said, trying on a smile. “And of course it’s tempting. But I’m
afraid I’m not up to such an honor.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">His head cocked. “You are not
being sincere.” He took a step closer. “You do not believe me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">She backed away. “No, it’s
not that at all. It’s not you, it’s me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Pull on my horns.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">She made a face. “We went through that
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I will make you see that I’m
telling the truth.” He reached up and pulled the antlers himself. “See? Try.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Curious despite herself, she
stepped closer and reached out. He bent slightly to oblige her, and she gave an
experimental tug. She frowned and pulled harder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Oh my god,” she said, and
after a pause, she yanked hard enough to jerk his head forward. “How is this possible?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">She dug through his golden
hair, leaning closer, inspecting the area where the horns sat on his head. No, where
they stuck out from his head. His scalp grew up over the first section of the antlers, hair and all, where it was wider at the base.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">His scent surrounded her, so
male that her body felt more aware of him with each inhalation. The aroma of
clover, dewy and fresh, assaulted her senses. His scent invoked memories of
childhood, when days were spent lying on her back in the grass, watching clouds
roll by while their shapes morphed into unicorns and princesses and brave
knights galloping through the sky. He smelled like heaven. Masculine,
take-her-to-the-edge heaven. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Harper glanced down to see
that her rather thorough examination had brought Tallisuns’s eyes into very
close range. He was staring almost through her with that smoldering,
golden-brown gaze, and his irises twinkled with more than a little amusement.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">“They really don’t come off, do they?” she said, taking a step
back.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>JORANDIL: GOD OF BELTANE</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Book 4 of the Sons of Herne series</span><br />
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is the time of Beltane, and Jorandil, half angel and god of the sabbat, knows
that the fate of worlds rests on his wings alone. He must find a virgin for the
ritual of Beltane, an act that will seal the dangerously thinning veil between
realms. But he secretly longs for a woman who will feel his touch. And when he
finds Cadence, she stirs something deep inside him—even before she responds with
a passion he will never forget.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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is so stressed out with college studies that she wonders whether she
hallucinated giving her virginity to a dazzling, erotic angel. When she can’t
put aside her feelings over the hot, but all-too-brief encounter, she decides
to do something crazy to see Jorandil again. But she has no idea she’ll be
putting her life in jeopardy to do it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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learns his lover is in grave danger, but his father refuses him passage to the
mortal realm. He must risk everything to make a deal with an old enemy,
crossing the veil to save the woman he cannot deny he wants for far more than a
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gathered her in his arms, pressing her to his chest just as she’d wanted him to
do again since the moment they’d parted. The quivering increased, tears fell,
and part of her felt as though she would come apart. She might fall to the
floor too, collapsing under the weight of realization. She had narrowly escaped
death, rescued by the man she had been seeking. Her guardian angel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">His
warmth surrounded her, not just the considerable heat from his muscled body,
but an energy that infused her being. Her tears dried, the shaking ceased, and
she slid her hands around his back, pulling him closer. His power drove deep,
stirring something in her belly, and just that fast, her thoughts shifted
direction to something far more erotic and pleasant than the truth of what had
just happened. She was aware of Stella still standing nearby, so she did not
give in to the urge to slide her hands lower and lift her face to his.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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an immediate reaction she had to him. Did he feel it too?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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her hands around his taut muscles and squeezing him gave her an intriguing
answer. His grip also tightened, and with no space between their bodies now,
she felt a twitch from his cock that made it clear he had missed her too. Her
hands roamed upward, seeking the spot where his wings had been. There were
lumps there, but they were only shoulder blades. Nothing suggested that he was
now, or ever had been, an angel, except for the power that radiated from him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Tipping
her head back let her gaze into his eyes, and he took advantage. He leaned
close, slowly, and brushed her lips with his. A flood of emotion and longing
crashed into her, and she swayed off-balance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">He
released his hold and cleared his throat, taking a small, but significant step
back. “I’m sorry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">When
she glanced up, there was a glimmer in his eyes that mirrored his regret. Sorry
for what? Kissing her? Sleeping with her in the first place?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">If
they had been alone, she might have drummed up the courage to ask. She
swallowed hard and folded her arms. A glance at Stella revealed yet another
curious expression. There was an awe there that was unsurprising, all things
considered, but a darker current flowed beneath. Concern. Or Fear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">“What’s
wrong?” Cadence asked, thinking she was more prepared to hear an answer from
the psychic than from the angel beside her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Stella
gave a slow shake of her head. “Something bad.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">DEVINMAR: GOD OF LITHA</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Book 5 of the Sons of Herne series</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">May 28, 2016</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">She was saved from
drowning by an act of god…a seductive, smoking hot god.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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is the time of Litha, and Devinmar, god of the sabbat, will rise from the sea
to mate with a human female and unleash the powers of the deep. His visit to
shore comes a day early, however, when he saves a stunning beauty from drowning
under suspicious circumstances.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">Hallie
wakes up on a beach after being rescued by the most exotically gorgeous man she
has ever seen. Believing Devinmar is an exceptional hunk of male is no stretch,
but falling for his stories about selkie legends and pagan gods is something
else. Still, she can’t help but give into the temptation of a sea god whose
long hair, exquisite beauty, and intense stare beckons.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.0pt;">When
Devinmar returns to make Hallie his sabbat consort, he discovers she has been
taken by those responsible for her near drowning. Getting her back could mean
failing in his duty to the sabbat, but he goes after her nevertheless. He’ll
use the powers of the deep to make her safe again—even knowing that once their
midsummer’s night has ended, he will be forced to leave her behind and return
to the sea.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">A
weight slammed into the surface of the water, square onto Devinmar’s back. He
spun out of the boat’s path with the dolphin equivalent of a surprised cry, and
the large bulk that had collided with him fell away into the darkness. Stunned
as he was, Devinmar floated for a short time, getting his bearings.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">What
the devil was that? He poked his head above water, blowing out his air hole and
watching the white boat disappear in a tumult of churning sea foam. They had
lost something important, judging by the size, but the boat gave no indication
of turning back. The item perhaps had no value.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">Or
maybe they had dumped it on purpose.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">Curious
and a bit outraged at the thought, he dove back underwater, shooting straight
down after the abandoned item. His dolphin eyes were not acute enough to see
that far, but sounding ahead with sonar turned up a startling fact, one that
sped his heart. He tried sonar again, confirming his theory.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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bundle was human.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">Devinmar
dove faster, his powerful muscles straining to catch up with the sinking human.
It was a female, unconscious, and bound with some sort of wide, flat rope. No.
Tape. He tried twice to get hold of her with his broad mouth, both cursing his
current form and feeling grateful for it. God or not, he would never get her to
the surface as a man, but hands would have been helpful. He caught hold of her
with a firm grip and rose, pulling her against the forces of nature, higher
until he could see the light rippling at the ocean surface. They broke through,
him with a fierce blast from his blow hole. The woman made no gasping sounds.
He had little time, if in fact it wasn’t too late already. Alternating between
using his snout and teeth to keep her head above the whitecaps as much as
possible, he pressed for the shore. His jaw ached from dragging her to the
surface over and over, but he hurried on, intent on saving her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">Waves
soon pointed the way to land, and he followed until the first of the breakers
pushed their bodies to shore. He gripped her in his teeth and rode the wave.
The ocean floor beneath them rose up sharply, threatening to beach the dolphin
if he had no other means to save himself. But he did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">He
didn’t let go of the female until sand scratched his underside, and he closed
his eyes, released her to the momentary trust of the tide, and concentrated on
the change. He had to become the seal first, the form his mother’s kind
preferred close to the shore, a creature adapted to both sea and land. Shiny,
gray skin shifted to brown fur, fins to large flippers. His snout shortened and
sprouted whiskers while his body grew slower, yet more buoyant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">Insistent
waves pushed him to shore, and the female washed up beside him. The sudden
cessation of the ocean’s constant movement brought him awake, as though jarred
from a dream back to reality. She lay limp beside him, so fragile and helpless
that it sent pangs of frustration through him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">Now he
focused on his true self, the man whose form he took but once a year, a human
figure born under the sea with arms and legs and long, black hair. His seal
skin split with a pop along his back, which was not a painful experience, but
rather, a freeing one that ran oddly counter to his personal opinion. He was
released from the marine creature, climbing free from the skin he clutched in
his human hand. He must keep the skin with him in order to return to the sea.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">He
tossed the skin higher up the beach, away from the waves that might try to
reclaim it. Then he dragged the bound woman higher up the beach.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">He
tried to get on his feet, but wobbly sea legs buckled beneath him. He crawled
along as he got her out of the waves, then pushed wet hair from her pale face
and put his cheek down to her mouth. She wasn’t breathing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">Devinmar’s
throat tightened. He slapped her face, not really expecting a response, then
covered her mouth with his. He breathed, willing life back into her. Nothing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
tape around her chest might be constricting her, so he tugged and ripped at it
until it tore free. He put the heel of his hand on her sternum and pushed,
hoping to expel water, then breathed into her again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">“Come
on,” he said, water dripping from his hair onto her face. “You must live.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">FEILLOR: GOD OF LAMMAS</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Book 6 of the Sons of Herne series</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">July, 2016</span><br />
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<b>Trapped in the last place he wanted to be, he will find the love he never expected...</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Feillor is preparing to bring in the first harvest before the celebration of Lammas, a task that has grown more deplorable considering humans no longer demonstrate the least bit of respect for the old ways. He raises his scythe to cut the sacred wheat and nearly "harvests" a woman who appears out of nowhere. Sensing the Fates' meddling hand in her sudden arrival, he demands that they return Salina to earth. The Fates agree on one condition: he must go with her and stay in the mortal realm for three days.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Salina has no intention of letting a local developer destroy the precious woods where she conducts her most sacred pagan rituals. Her prayer for guidance is interrupted when she is taken to the immortal world--and almost straight into the blade of a horned god's scythe. She thought her prayers to Herne were being answered, but she learns that Feillor is actually Herne's son--and that he has little interest in the matters of humans. When he is zapped to Earth with her for three days, she decides to convince him that her cause is worth fighting for--and that not all humans deserve his scorn.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Feillor discovers much in his time with Salina, whose fiery beauty and passion for her cause--as well as challenging his ideals--stirs something in him that he hadn't felt for far too long. Admitting the truth about his view on humans could open his heart to the witch who is quickly enchanting him. But between danger she finds herself in and the Fates returning him to his realm at the exact wrong moment, his epiphany alone won't be enough to see her in his arms at last.</span>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11457235963917206588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814048516368205513.post-1225078200524553252015-11-06T21:00:00.000-08:002017-08-03T22:22:29.978-07:00Book 7- Anduron, God of Mabon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ANDURON: GOD OF MABON</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Book 7 of the Sons of Herne series</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 18.48px;">The Fates have been bringing all the sabbat gods to their knees over carnal desires, including Anduron's own twin brother. He will not be so easily swayed, however. The god of Mabon needs only one thing from the Fates: the power to free one who is unjustly imprisoned, an act bestowed upon him once per year in honor of his sabbat. Then he encounters an old woman in need of rescuing, an act that, outside of the ritual of Mabon, is technically forbidden.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "georgia"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 18.48px;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 18.48px;">Jenna is worried sick when her overdue grandmother shows up with a handsome stranger on her arm and tales of how sexy Anduron saved her from a mugging. Jenna is grateful, quite possibly to the point of swooning, until he disappears right in front of her eyes. He returns to say he is the god of the pagan thanksgiving--and that he wants her for a ritual where she will sleep with him out of gratitude for her grandmother's rescue. The sheer nerve leaves her burning, but those eyes and that hard body leaves her curious. She proposes an alternative: he will attempt to woo her like a mortal man, and if he succeeds, she will grant her consent for the Mabon ritual.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ARCHIPELLUS: GOD OF SAMHAIN</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Book 8 of the Sons of Herne series</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">October 16, 2016</span><br />
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<b>How can he ever hope to embrace love...when his very touch brings death?</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Archipellus is the god of Samhain, the holiest--and most dangerous--of all the pagan sabbats. On the night of All Souls, the veil between worlds stretches to its thinnest, and Archipellus must use his incubus powers to draw sexual energy and reinforce the barrier, keeping the realms from chaos. The draining is perilous to humans, so the women he chooses as lovers are already near their crossing into the underworld. With their consent, he will aid their journey in a final moment of blissful release. Considering this, he is certainly immune to the wave force of passion unleashed by the meddlesome Fates, whose love spell has consumed each of his sabbat brothers whole. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Melissa Jacobs walks in to her terminally ill sister's hospital room and is shocked to discover a gorgeous, yet frightening incubus preparing to drain her. She forbids the joining and offers to take the girl's place--on the condition that Archipellus uses some of the power drained in an attempt to heal her sister. The result is a tear in the veil, allowing passage of a truly terrifying creature who steals her only sibling and vanishes into another realm. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">To seal the veil and find Melissa's lost sister, Archipellus must join with his half-angel brother, a warrior friend, and the fiery human lover who refuses to be left behind. When he gives into his desire for Melissa and drains her too far, he must save her at all costs. He will stand at the crossroads between the living and dead to confront the truth about his powers--and the price for using them.</span></span></div>
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