Book Title: Deliciously Enchanted (D’Vaire, Book 37)
Author and Publisher: Jessamyn Kingley
Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of Mayhem Cover Creations
Release Date: June 15, 2023
Genres: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Tropes: Fated mates
Heat Rating: 3 flames
Length: 91 500
It is not a standalone story, but does not end on a cliffhanger.
Henry Gennevios is an enchanter with little magic, but his lack of sorcery doesn’t bother him. Growing up in the chaos of his parents’ matebond, Henry escaped into his passion for food. Now, Henry is a famous chef with dozens of restaurants, best-selling cookbooks, and a successful line of kitchen products with his name slapped on them.
Seristyn Cith-Oridi was raised in his father’s elf tribe, but he’s a hybrid with no friends and a father who dictates every aspect of his life. His family life is tumultuous, but Seristyn has quietly rebelled since he was a child. He devotes his ample energy to dance classes and chasing his dreams.
On an otherwise ordinary morning, Seristyn and Henry meet. Instantly infatuated, they follow elven tradition and are mated within a few days. Despite the challenges Fate soon throws in their path, Henry and Seristyn are equally determined to build a matebond full of love and friendship.
Henry opened the door to his suite and smiled as the scent of pain au chocolat filled his senses. Near the fireplace, Seristyn stood lighting candles.
“Can you smell it?” Seristyn asked. “I ordered them online, but they weren’t scented that strong, so Amaury pumped it up with magic.”
“I love it,” Henry replied, but his attention was on his mate instead of the deliciously scented chunks of wax. The elf-griffin was wearing nothing but a pair of green linen pants that hung low on his hips. It showed off his sculpted muscles to perfection, and lust punched Henry in the gut.
“Come sit with me,” Seristyn invited, gesturing to the blankets and pillows he’d piled near the raised hearth.
Henry walked toward Seristyn and was about to lower himself to the ground when his other half stopped him with a hand to his chest.
“Clothes off, Hen.”
Seristyn nodded and undid the drawstring of his pants. They fluttered to the floor and Seristyn stepped out of them. Henry’s gaze locked onto the hardening cock rising from its nest of auburn curls. Then Seristyn gracefully sank to the mound of cushions. “Yes. I have plans for us, but they require us to be naked.”
Although Henry had asked Seristyn to stretch their intimacy to include penetration, it hadn’t happened in the past two weeks since he’d broached the subject. Excited that Seristyn was finally willing to fuck him, Henry ignored his blush as he swiftly undid the buttons of his vest and button-down.
“This is fun, I should’ve asked you to strip for me sooner,” Seristyn said. “Can I pour you a glass of Merlot?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Love swelled in Henry as Seristyn slid the cork out of the wine bottle and gave his full attention to filling their goblets. It allowed Henry to avoid feeling awkward as he slipped his shirt off, yanked off his socks, and went to work on his trousers. Affection wasn’t the only thing Henry was feeling. His dick reacted to the enticing Seristyn and the plans he’d made for him and Henry.
“I hope you’re hungry, I have a few treats for us,” Seristyn said as Henry shucked his pants and underwear. “I have a bunch of stuff, and I had some help putting this together. Although I nearly had to fight your brother for the bread. I didn’t realize that was his favorite food or I would’ve brought home two loaves. Maybe we can find some breads for him tomorrow.”
It was rare on a Sunday not to find Henry and Seristyn shopping for food. Henry liked to share his passion for ingredients and recipes with his mate, and they both enjoyed sampling new things and finding fresh items for the week.
“We will, mon chéri. Our family were terrible distractions, you know,” Henry said, sitting cross-legged across from Seristyn and taking a glass from him.
Seristyn laughed. “Thankfully, I didn’t need too much time to set this up. They were kind enough to put the platter together.” Seristyn reached for a silver tray filled with treats.
“Are we to eat all of this?” Henry said, taking in the assortment of cured meats, cheeses, bread, fruits, macarons, and croissants.
“We’ll snack a little.” Seristyn leaned forward, brushed their lips together, and popped a strawberry into Henry’s mouth. “Then, after we’ve built up an appetite, we’ll polish it off.”
“Are we finally getting our second hoop?”
Seristyn’s smile was wicked, and Henry’s dick twitched in response. “Yes.”
His ass clenching in anticipation, Henry gave himself over completely to Seristyn’s plan. They shared sweet kisses in between bites of food, but Henry was desperate for more. Henry grabbed his wine and guzzled the entire thing in an unsuccessful attempt to cool his heated blood.
A sigh escaped him when Seristyn cupped his neck and unhurriedly tongued him. The hybrid pulled away and moved the platter aside so it was no longer resting on their fortress of blankets and pillows.
“More wine?” Seristyn asked.
“Later, mon chéri.”
“Do you want to lie down with me?”
“I would love nothing more.”
About the Author. . .
Jessamyn Kingley has published over thirty titles and refuses to pick a favorite among them. With an extraordinary passion for her characters, she enthusiastically adds tales to her D’Vaire series and avidly re-reads them whenever her schedule allows. After decades living in the Washington, DC area, she now resides in Nevada with her husband and their three spoiled cats. When she is not writing or adding new ideas to her beloved notebooks, she is gaming with family and friends.
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