What should have been a simple flight and a quick meeting turns into a road trip from hell, leaving Mark Cantrell and Jess Stone stranded in a motel room together in the middle of a snowstorm. Will Mark take the first chance to move on with business as usual, or will he realize all he wants for Christmas is Jess?
Parlan has been named High King of all Eire, but first he must meet with the approval of the noble goddess Eriu. By the oldest tradition, if she agrees to pass the night with him then she has found him worthy to be a High King.
In the morning, Parlan insists he will make the goddess his queen and boldly states that he would rather give up his kingship than live without her.
But this unthinking rejection Eriu’s gift of kingship brings down the Curse of the Black Dragon. Parlan will have to destroy the dragon in order to save his land and his people. Eriu agrees to help him do this, but promises one thing: No mortal man can love a goddess and survive.
NOTE: Battlefield violence. Some brief scenes of sexual content. This book was first published by Dorchester in 2006. It has been given a re-edit by the author, along with a new cover, but is the same story as the original novel.
Missing, presumed dead… Until her childhood BFF’s annoying brother—and her one-night stand—showed up at one of her pole dancing events and wouldn’t leave her alone…
“A playroom. I think he means his sex dungeon.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him suggestively and grinned.
“Oh. Shit. Never mind. Sorry.” Kai turned around, a little green around the gills. “Excuse me.”
“Uh oh.” Roxie laughed as Kai ran away. “What now?”
“I guess we go back downstairs?” Lincoln offered but Roxie shook her head.
He’d spent two weeks teasing her, torturing her and she’d seen how uncomfortable he looked when she mentioned a sex dungeon. This was her chance at payback.
“No, I don’t think so. I want to see this room.” She muttered as she pulled two bobby pins out of her hair and headed for the padlock.
It wasn’t anything special, Lincoln probably could have broken it with a good tug she thought, but it was more fun this way. She dug around in the mechanism with the two pins until she got the feel she wanted and smiled when the lock popped open.
“And we’re in.” She smiled as she opened the door and reached in to find the light.
A shadow flickered off to the side of the trail, making no more sound than the whisper of dry leaves.
Elan gripped Katira’s arm, pulling her back. “We’re leaving. Now.”
“I don’t understand, what’s happening?” The sudden change in Elan confirmed her every fear about the woods. Papan was right. She wasn’t safe here.
“We’re being hunted.” He pushed her down the trail. “Run.”
She needed no urging. She ran. Tears blurred the path and trees around her. She wanted nothing more than to be home. The pounding rhythm of Elan’s footfalls raced behind her.
Loose stones and raised roots littered the trail. Katira fought to keep from tripping. Branches whipped at her face and caught in the fibers of her coat. Her breath burned in her lungs. A flat stone rolled beneath her step, sending her sprawling forward. Elan caught her arm and kept her from slamming into the dirt.
“You okay?” he asked, breathing heavily.
She struggled to put words together. In this horrible place, every shadow held a monster. Every sound meant a new danger.
