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In
the hidden community of magical Chicago, where humans, fae, and
supernatural predators live side-by-side, half-fae Clare lands in
trouble when her long-suppressed instincts begin to surface in
inappropriate displays. Though she's an adult by human standards, the
fae kinship courts order Clare into the custody of an uncle she has
never met. Though fearful that she will be mistreated, her uncle's
strict, affectionate treatment brings her a deep submissive pleasure.
Long-neglected Clare begins to blossom emotionally and sensually as
she submits to preparation for a traditional fae mating, and it's not
long before her burgeoning desires draw attention.
Forestkeeper
Rory Seaborn is a full-blooded fae whose cynical attempts to keep a
distance can't withstand the submissive signals Clare is putting out.
But if she chooses to accept Rory's attentions and become his mate,
Clare is committing to a life among the clannish fae—and a life of
complete submission. Can Clare surrender herself entirely to gain her
deepest desires?
Excerpt
Clare put away her clothes and tidied her room slightly before
undressing and climbing into bed with an Arthurian novel of the sort
that were just as popular among the magical community as the mundane,
though the stories told by the fae and druids varied considerably
from the ordinary versions known by most humans. This one, which
Elaine had lent to her, had a rather spicy showdown between Nimue and
Merlin, which Clare lingered a bit over, and then a long scene with
the Green Knight that had Clare imagining Rory as that knight,
confidently cruel in proposing his “beheading game.” And she
could see herself as the knight's lady, kneeling before him with his
hand wound in her hair, his silver-dark eyes fixed upon her...
The girl was a little breathless when she laid aside the novel at
Liam's entrance, but she accepted a kiss goodnight and submitted to
being tucked in quietly. But Clare couldn't stop imagining Rory as
that Green Knight, his absolute control—how his wife would have
dipped her head to offer him the nape of her neck, begging him to
reassure her with the dominance of his teeth there. She felt hot and
restless as she pictured it and at length, her hands wandered between
her thighs, and under her panties.
Clare had, of course, received stern instructions from both her aunt
and her uncle about not touching herself, but she couldn't imagine it
was the sort of crime that was actually prosecuted, so to speak, not
in a girl. As long as she was very quiet, it need never be noticed or
discussed. It would be too cruel to not allow her any release at all,
especially with the difficult stirrings of her instincts to contend
with. So Clare settled comfortably under her duvet and touched the
warmth between her thighs. She was a little wet, and it felt
wonderful to stroke her little pearl softly as she replayed the
charged romance in her head again, Rory's eyes lit with desire for
her, her own head bent before him in submission. He would be—not
cruel, she thought, but demanding. A little rough. Her body would be
his domain absolutely, and whenever he pleased, he would spread her
thighs and...
Clare had not yet reached the climax of her contemplations when the
coverlet was snatched away and her intimate occupation exposed as
Liam flicked on the light. Clare jerked her hand away, blinking,
mortified. A hasty yank brought her nightgown to midthigh, but her
damp fingers were quite unmistakeable. “I'm very disappointed in
you,” Liam said, his face stern. “You know the rules, Clare. You
know that a little girl in training is not allowed to touch herself.”
“Y-yes, but I didn't...”
“But you didn't think I would find out?” Liam replied
unpleasantly. “I check quietly on you every night, Clare. But
usually, you're asleep like a good little girl. Why did you decide to
disobey me?”
“I was just...” Clare's face was absolutely crimson. “Only I
got excited.”
“Then you ought to have asked for a cold bath. We're not
mindreaders, Clare. Neither that, nor anything else, gives you an
excuse to disobey. Do you understand me, young lady?”
“Yes, Uncle Liam. I'm very sorry.”
“Wash your hands and come back to kneel on the bed,” Liam
ordered. “I'm going to get the cane.”
Her Sister's Keeper
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When
Isolt Foxfoot, overworked caregiver at a facility for the elderly in
the hidden magical community of Chicago, loses her grandfather, she's
faced with losing her little sister as well. Elaine is just eighteen,
and as both sisters are part Fae, the kinship courts don't consider
the unmarried Isolt responsible enough to guide her sister through
the special challenges of Fae adolescence. When Isolt confides her
difficulties to Elaine's handsome professor, Sebastian Seaborn,
however, she finds he's in a not dissimilar position. As a bachelor,
he may not be able to gain tenure at the Academy. And after years
spent training his brilliant but willful sister, the responsibility
of a new emotional encumbrance is the last thing he wants.
But
after a hasty wedding and an all-too-brief honeymoon, things become
more complicated than either had anticipated. Sebastian is a man used
to command, and his quiet dominance rouses the latent submissive
instincts of both sisters. And as Elaine begins to look to her
brother-in-law for guidance, affection and discipline, Isolt finds
herself fiercely protective of her sister's dependence and strangely
jealous of her husband's attention.
As
wills clash and tempers flare, Isolt faces the truth. She must let go
of her determined independence and embrace her submissive desires if
she hopes to truly become Sebastian's mate. But can he finally accept
the call to true love he's ignored for so long?
Excerpt
“You
seem to be finding your place very well already,” he teased,
tugging on one of her curls. “But I admit the idea of teaching you
pleases me very well.” His hand slid further down into the back of
her panties, between her firm cheeks, and he softly rubbed her
rosebud with a single finger. “Have you ever been taken here?”
“Th—like
that?” Isolt stammered, and she shook her head, blushing
delightfully. “Are you going to...?”
“Yes,
I think I shall,” Sebastian answered, rather enjoying her confusion
since she didn't seem frightened. “It's a common expression of
dominance among the fae. And I think once you feel my prick
stretching you out there, your own instincts will kick in as well,
and you shall understand with flesh what your mind might take months
to learn.” He kissed her again, hot and hard, his sharp teeth
nipping at her lower lip. “But first I'm going to fuck you
properly, Isolt, as husband and wife fit together perfectly. I'm
going to fuck you very hard, and I'm going to make you love every
second of it.”
“Yes,
oh, please,” was all Isolt could say, and she felt a hot, tight
press of desire for him deep in her belly. For like this, his
sternness tempered with passion and tenderness, he was everything she
could ever have dreamed of, ever wanted. And as Sebastian pushed up
on one elbow to lean over her, Isolt sprawled gratefully, eager to
splay herself for his desirous gaze and deft hands.
“Undress
for me,” he growled softly. “I want to see your pretty tits.”
She gave a little whimper at having to move, for with the heat, a
wonderful lassitude had spread through her. But she didn't hesitate
to obey, rising up onto her knees to unhook her bustier and, with
some wriggling, get her panties off. She stayed there, kneeling, as
he lifted a hand to trail down her flat stomach, then up again over
her ribs till his fingertips teased at the bottoms of her breasts.
Then, in a swift, predatory movement, Sebastian pushed her onto her
back, coming to rest astride her.
“Hands
over your head,” he ordered. “Don't move them, Isolt, do you
understand? You're mine, every part of you, and tonight I'm going to
take my pleasure of you very completely.”
The Protector's Heart
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When Brietta Larch, a half-blooded Fae
apprenticed to the Druidic Circle of Chicago, begins to receive
menacing text messages that seem to be from a vampire, she
immediately knows the danger is real. Yet no one around her seems to
take them seriously—not her mother, not her best friend, not even
the peacekeepers an increasingly frightened Brietta reaches out to
for protection. But when the vampire attacks her in the middle of the
marketplace, one person reacts: Alejandro Halcón,
a peacekeeper who has trained himself to see past even the most
powerful illusions.
Yet even under
Alejandro's protection, Brietta's life begins to fall apart as her
stalker manages to get her dismissed from her apprenticeship. To
escape the reach of the enemy's spells, the two half-blooded Fae must
retreat to the Old World, the lands of Faerie separated from the
human world centuries before. There they must discover the key to the
vampire's illusions, even as they try to navigate the difficulties of
the new love that has blossomed between them. Brietta, independent
and strong-willed, has never before even considered submitting to a
mate. Yet as she comes to rely on Alejandro's strong and tender
discipline, she realizes that she has been denying a part of herself
all her life. When Alejandro leaves her in the Old World to be
trained by the beautiful Fae healer Leithril, Brietta is determined
to learn submission and become worthy to be claimed as his mate. But
as weeks pass and Alejandro does not return, she begins to fear the
worst. Brietta must find the strength to save her beloved...or face
the loss of all their newfound hopes and dreams.
Excerpt
“You
should just give me to him,” she said, sitting upright on the sofa
as Alejandro poured her a glass of wine. “Just get it over with. It
doesn't matter.”
Alejandro's jaw tensed. “That's not going to happen, Brietta. You
need to calm down.”
“Calm
down? He—my--” All the tears, all the terror and sorrow that
Brietta had repressed for days seemed to come flooding out, and she
could scarcely gasp through the sobbing. “I'm
nothing...nothing...just let it be over.”
He laid the glass aside and sat down beside Brietta, taking both her
hands into his. “You're Brietta Larch. You're a soil-speaker, and
you're the strongest lady I've ever met in my life. That's what you
are. And I'm damned if I'll let some cheap Euro-trash vampire destroy
that.”
But Brietta was too overwhelmed to hear him or respond to his
assurances. “Over, over, want to die...” she wept, rocking back
and forth, hysterical.
Alejandro
gave a long, pained sigh, and then, in an abrupt gesture, he pulled
Brietta over his knee. “You are not
going to die,” he snarled, yanking up her dress and bringing his
hand down on the seat of her panties in a hard spank. “And I am not
letting anyone touch you. So you better make up your mind to live,
'cause that's what's going to happen.”
Brietta
gasped and struggled wildly, but Alejandro shifted position,
scissoring her legs between his strong thighs and bringing one big
hand to rest on the nape of her neck, squeezing tightly. Fuck.
Brietta had not been caught by the scruff of her neck in years—not
since her father's death. Because of the peculiarities of Fae
physiology, the gesture drew on thousands of years of instincts,
sending Brietta still and submissive, even against her own will. She
shuddered, sobbing loudly, but her struggles ceased.
“That's
better,” Alejandro said sternly. He settled into a fast, hard
rhythm of spanks, and Brietta gasped at every strike, at the
tantalizingly brief contact of his hand on her rear. He didn't move
to pull down her panties, but it hardly mattered; she could feel the
heat of his hand through the thin fabric. “There is no way in hell
we're giving up, Brietta. Does that hurt?” he demanded.
“Ye-es,”
she gasped. “Alejandro, please...”
“That's
good,” he said, spanking harder, his big hand moving down to her
thighs to offer the same punishing treatment there. “You know what
that means? It means you're alive.
And as long as you're alive, we can make things right.”
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