Lamia Adriana Velen doesn’t want another host. She has come to Wiccan Haus to learn to balance her energies without draining the life of a human. However, when extreme skateboarder Josh Trenton comes near, his energy practically leaps into her. Josh just wants space to recover from an accident that could end his career, but one touch from Adriana threatens to enslave him—body and soul. Can they walk the fine line between ecstasy and death or will she consume him utterly? http://decadentpublishing.us8.list-manage.com/track/click?u=9f48a87122e2c94a7c5cd65bd&id=fe11463f31&e=4765af2981
School teacher Cassidy
Sinclair’s sanity is questioned after claiming to see her hero appear out of
thin air. Her savior dies in her arms after intercepting a gunshot meant for
her and her student, Allan Branson. The only person who believes her account is
the boy’s father who arranges her one-week stay at an exclusive holistic
healing spa called the Wiccan Haus off the coast of Maine.
Trevor Green, a paranormal, is recovering—again—from gunshot wounds at Wiccan
Haus. His body battered and his confidence broken, he is tasked to protect the
woman he almost got killed. The one he’s fantasized about for months and who
thinks he’s dead.
“What happened?”
What happened? He inhaled a calming breath and counted to ten,
aware that Cemil and Cyrus had joined Sage and were awaiting his answer. Well,
not Cemil. He was just being polite. As a telepath, he’d already read Trevor’s
thoughts.
“She was determined to come back here and I had to stop her.”
Cemil grinned. “The best you could come up with was decloaking her dead savior
right in front of her?”
“Yeah,” he snarled, “it was.” Cassidy stirred in his arms and he tightened his
hold keeping her close. He savored the innocent intimacy and hated himself for
enjoying it.
Dana stood between the two elevators. “Your room or hers?”
“Hers.”
He nodded toward Sage as he waited for the third elevator, the one reserved for
the humans. Somehow, these siblings had charmed the elevators so that only
humans could use the one designated to go to the third floor and only
Paranormals could use the second floor elevator. The first elevator was
reserved for the siblings alone. No one knew where that one went.
“I could use a key to her room.”
“How will you get there?” Sage asked, though he was sure she knew the answer.
As always, he would wait patiently, cloaked, for his opportunity.
“Don’t worry about me. Just get me the key. She’s not going to be an easy one
to keep an eye on.” The elevator pinged and Dana escorted him to the third
floor.
In the privacy of the elevator, he pressed his lips to her hair. She wouldn’t
know, but he would remember the silky strands caressing his cheek during the
long lonely nights.
He needed to concoct a believable explanation for materializing out of thin air
without threatening her sanity. Or his secret.
About the author
Once upon a time
there an only child who grew up with a single mother in a rural Virginia
county. This curious, bright girl, full of imagination, often roamed in her
mind to far away places she’d read about or seen on television. Now, decades
later, she appreciates the slow, steady ritual of suburban life as a wife and
mother of two similarly whimsical girls. The trips are still frequent, only now
she records them to share with others. Enjoy!
