Blurb: When The
Hawk meets his Wytchfae, the result is spontaneous combustion.
Garnet McAnna chases the demon responsible for attacking and enslaving
innocent fae familiars. She never expected to run headlong into a mesmerizing
stranger known as The Hawk. Nor did she anticipate the way his masculine power
kindles a womanly flame within her.
Exiled from an elite warrior's brigade,
Lord of Fire Gabriel Hawk guards his heart and his solitude. He wants nothing
to do with the world of men or the realm of fae. Then a beautiful Wytchfae
bursts into his life, stirring desire and sparking need. Garnet is on a
dangerous mission, and he can't let her face the evil alone. What else can he
do but fight beside her? When she disappears, he raises hell to find her. Will
he be too late? Will darkness conquer this couple or will love burn their souls
into one?
First Line Teaser:
She’d catch the demon tonight if it killed her.
Memorable Quote:
“Garnet McAnna, you’re the hottest woman in thirteen worlds.”
Excerpt 1:
Lost
in her thoughts, Garnet ran up against something hard and springy, and a sharp
point pricked the soft flesh of her thumb. She squeezed off the pain with her
other hand.
Damned barbed wire.
She
had already made it to the fence line and hadn’t even realized it. Sucking in a
deep breath, she cleared her mind to concentrate on the task at hand. She had
to edge around the boundary to the north side of this large piece of private
property to gain access to the portal. Then she’d hunker down in the bushes and
wait on the demon Borros.
Moving
swiftly again, she cut a wide swath away from the metal fence. Snorting sounds
came from within one of the corrals she had noted early this morning when she
skirted the property. Horses and a few cattle had grazed within.
Bearing
around the corner to head north toward the portal, a splash of incandescent
green appeared and then disappeared in front of her. Startled, she blinked and
reached into her coat pocket for the revolver. The weapon lay cold and
substantial in her hand. She stilled her body to a midnight silence.
The
eerie green reappeared and dashed around her body without spotlighting her in
any way. It formed a mysterious elongated glow. She clamped down harder on the
gun handle to stop her hand from trembling, while shifting positions to keep
the phenomenon in front of her.
Her
mind tumbled over possibilities. The light couldn’t be swamp gas, as it seemed
to proceed purposefully. Its movement created a slight whirring sound. A will
’o the wisp? Somehow she thought not, but what was it?
The
presence darted behind her.
Before
she could turn, a warm, corporeal hand covered her own and relieved her of the
weapon. Whirling around, she came face to face with—a man.
A gasp
escaped her lips. With his substantial height, he towered over her. A faint
greenish residue of light illuminated him enough so that the fierce scowl on
his face caused her heart to thump into overdrive.
She
swallowed, fingering the sheath of one of the knives in her pocket. Damn it,
next time she’d bring a backup piece. She forced herself to speak, but despite
her efforts, her voice rasped. “Give me back my weapon.”
His
sonorous growl reminded her of a feral animal. “Not so fast. What the hell are you
doing sneaking around my property with a firearm in the middle of the night?”
Excerpt 2:
Garnet dimpled as
morning’s first whispered glow cast an incandescent gleam on their half-naked
flesh. Lying on their sides, bodies touching, an electrical current seemed to
bolt back and forth between them. Reaching out, she raked a hand through The
Hawk’s blue-black hair. She loved the sight of it spread out on the pillow and
its silken texture in her fingers. The hard planes of his chest enticed her to
seek him there as well.
One corner of his
mouth tilted into a smile. “Brazen woman.”
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Author Bio:
Flossie Benton Rogers is the author of the Wytchfae
paranormal romance series. She is Sagittarius with a Libra ascendant and Taurus
moon, or a 5th generation Floridian and freedom loving mystic. She
pursues her passion for mythology by writing romances with fairies, goddesses,
ghosts, angels, demons, and other magical beings. The Wytchfae world brims with
dimensions parallel to our own. Some are welcoming, others dangerous and
forbidding. Through the darkest night and the fright of unchained chaos, love
will always shine.
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