After months of torture for steadfastly refusing Queen Sersha’s wicked demands, Raven realizes the price of her defiance is about to become more than she can afford. Luckily, her mercenary father comes to the rescue.
For nearly half a year, Casimir has been tormented by dreams filled with ominous ravens hovering over a dark-haired female, one who radiates an irresistible allure. When an old ally arrives in the Shadowlands seeking asylum for his daughter, Cas is struck by the realization that this damsel is none other than the vexing figure from his nightly visions.
In a single electrifying moment, Cas is certain that Raven is his fated mate and embarks on a relentless pursuit to make her his. The two ignite a blaze of passion that defies comprehension, grappling with both their physical desires and profound emotions.
As their pasts collide in the present, it’s not only their future, but the future of the Faelands, hanging in the balance. Choices are made, lives irrevocably altered, and the remorseless hand of Fate exerts its influence.
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“So, Raven, what in the hell did you do to piss off the Fae Queen?”
Wow. Lyric was more blunt than my father, and that was saying a lot. Steeling myself, I inhaled, ready to give them my story. Most of it, at least.
The doors crashed open, cracking loudly against the stone walls. In a nanosecond I was on my feet, my chair overturned behind me.
The intruder stalked across the threshold. His wild eyes searched, constricting when they found mine. Casimir halted, a herculean tower of lean masculinity demanding my attention.
And, oh, did he have it!
Outwardly I was as cold and smooth as granite. Inside I was a live volcano, reacting to the force of his remarkable bearing. Surely he was descended directly from the gods of lust.
The fabric of his black shirt hugged him tight. I could see almost every dip and valley of his chiseled frame—a frame that was expanding and contracting like a runner who’d just finished a race.
I’d known he was attractive when I’d seen him lying on the floor earlier, even with the blood. Seeing him animated, feeling his dominant presence and palpable virility, set me afire.
The low growl in his chest was one of possession. He tugged on the bond and the spell sputtered. It held but felt somewhat unstable.
Adrenaline flooded my system and heat grew between my legs. If he kept up that sound, he might be able to convince me to rut like an animal with him right here on the stone floor.
C.A. Worley is the alter-ego of Romance Author Cass Alexander. Where Cass tends to focus on humor in her publications, C.A. loves to write fantasy. She chose to write under the two different monikers so as to not confuse (or tick off) her readers.
C.A. currently resides in the Midwest, but was born and raised in the South. She spends her days working from home and her evenings are spent shuttling her kids to and fro. Her dinners are subpar, but she makes a mean dessert.
When she's tired of living her sons' travel sports schedules, C.A. enjoys a glass (or four) of wine. She needs the liquid courage to click the publish button for her fantasy romance novels.
Her motto is, "Be Brave," and she tries to live it every day. It takes a healthy dose of courage to get through this thing we call life.
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