Arthur and his Knights are back and ready to kick ass!
Merci Tramaine is not happy to be called back into service by her old boss Arthur, especially when she is charged to find her missing ex-lover. Drake Monroe is Merlin reincarnated, with his powers bound by the Goddess Nimue he has become a skilled fighter, but no match for Nimue who kidnapped him determined to destroy him
forever.
The bloodline of Morgan Le Fey taints Merci keeping her on the edge between light and dark, the Goddess’s wicked trap springs shut leaving both Drake and Merci racing against the clock. Passions ignite once again, but are they too late to plan a future or will they be torn from each other?
This time for eternity.
EXCERPT:
Merci blew out a calming breath and narrowed her gaze on the goddess. “I’ve heard about you, all of it very unflattering. As a matter of fact, they claim you’re a raging bitch.” The snipe was childish, but
she couldn’t prevent the barb from passing her lips and was disappointed to not get so much as a raised eyebrow at the
insult.
“Some of my best work I do admit.” Nimue gave her
a perfect smile, pearly whites flashing. “I wonder what Morgan would say about you working for her most hated enemy? So much potential going to waste.” She shook her head sadly. “You are capable of so much and here you are squandering it in this useless battle you wage to be good. Good and evil, light and dark, it’s all subjective, Merci. The sooner you learn that the better off you will be. I can teach you to embrace your nature, hone your powers. You could even surpass Morgan le Fay as the greatest sorceress who ever lived.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a large shadow moving into the soft ray of moonlight and spilling across the sharp lines of a face forever imprinted into her brain like a hot brand. Drake’s blond hair fell loose around his face and shoulders, framing the blue-green eyes that gazed
upon her. A brief look of surprise flitted over his handsome face.
Relief surged through her that he was still alive. The urge to go to him was overpowering and she fisted her hands at her sides, fighting the compelling impulse.
Suck it up. He dumped you, remember?
Yeah, she remembered he broke it off without a backward glance. Leaving her bleeding inside, leaving a hole in her that beat a constant reminder, no matter how far she ran, how hard she tried to escape the pain. Weak, that’s what she was and she hated herself for it.
She kept him in her peripherals, quelling her relief when he rose unsteadily to his feet, not giving Nimue any warning of
Drake’s unsteady progress, his closing the distance between them. If he could move, he could fight. She had to come up with something to keep Nimue distracted and she knew the best way to accomplish this would be to feed her ego.
Have to keep her talking, she chanted to herself.
“Well, you see that’s the problem, Blondie. I have no wish to be the next
greatest anything. I like me just the way I am. I mind my own business and no one gets into my shit. Nice, quiet anduncomplicated.”
Color rose on Nimue’s fair complexion. She’d just crossed the line, but couldn’t seem to care, even if the goddess could squash her like a bug. The only thing that mattered to her was Drake’s tall form moving
ever closer toward them.
Merci’s focus on Drake’s approach slipped to full on attentiveness for a split second. In the next, Nimue grabbed her upper arm in a punishing grip, whirled her around to face Drake.
Nimue flung her hand out and Drake flew back like a puppet on a string, crashing into the far wall of the warehouse with a sickening flesh-meet-cinderblock thud. He lay crumpled amidst the debris like a broken doll.
Something snapped within Merci. Her blood scalded her veins. The taste of ash filled the back of her throat. Rage, cold and biting, filled her, coloring her vision in a red haze.
Drawing energy from the earth, she channeled it up through her body, willing it to form. Her hands glowed, magic as hot as a stream of lava engulfed her. Her skin stung like the bite of a thousand fire ants as a small burst of electricity arched over her arms, snapping with pent up energy. The stench of ozone, hanging like a heavy cloud in the still air, filled the area. The force arched into Nimue, dropped her to the floor. Merci offered a feral smile while Nimue wreathed in pain against her magic.
She bent down close enough for Nimue to hear her. “Since you
don’t know me, I will explain this to you. You don’t fuck with what is mine. Drake, is mine.”
Merci Tramaine is not happy to be called back into service by her old boss Arthur, especially when she is charged to find her missing ex-lover. Drake Monroe is Merlin reincarnated, with his powers bound by the Goddess Nimue he has become a skilled fighter, but no match for Nimue who kidnapped him determined to destroy him
forever.
The bloodline of Morgan Le Fey taints Merci keeping her on the edge between light and dark, the Goddess’s wicked trap springs shut leaving both Drake and Merci racing against the clock. Passions ignite once again, but are they too late to plan a future or will they be torn from each other?
This time for eternity.
EXCERPT:
Merci blew out a calming breath and narrowed her gaze on the goddess. “I’ve heard about you, all of it very unflattering. As a matter of fact, they claim you’re a raging bitch.” The snipe was childish, but
she couldn’t prevent the barb from passing her lips and was disappointed to not get so much as a raised eyebrow at the
insult.
“Some of my best work I do admit.” Nimue gave her
a perfect smile, pearly whites flashing. “I wonder what Morgan would say about you working for her most hated enemy? So much potential going to waste.” She shook her head sadly. “You are capable of so much and here you are squandering it in this useless battle you wage to be good. Good and evil, light and dark, it’s all subjective, Merci. The sooner you learn that the better off you will be. I can teach you to embrace your nature, hone your powers. You could even surpass Morgan le Fay as the greatest sorceress who ever lived.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a large shadow moving into the soft ray of moonlight and spilling across the sharp lines of a face forever imprinted into her brain like a hot brand. Drake’s blond hair fell loose around his face and shoulders, framing the blue-green eyes that gazed
upon her. A brief look of surprise flitted over his handsome face.
Relief surged through her that he was still alive. The urge to go to him was overpowering and she fisted her hands at her sides, fighting the compelling impulse.
Suck it up. He dumped you, remember?
Yeah, she remembered he broke it off without a backward glance. Leaving her bleeding inside, leaving a hole in her that beat a constant reminder, no matter how far she ran, how hard she tried to escape the pain. Weak, that’s what she was and she hated herself for it.
She kept him in her peripherals, quelling her relief when he rose unsteadily to his feet, not giving Nimue any warning of
Drake’s unsteady progress, his closing the distance between them. If he could move, he could fight. She had to come up with something to keep Nimue distracted and she knew the best way to accomplish this would be to feed her ego.
Have to keep her talking, she chanted to herself.
“Well, you see that’s the problem, Blondie. I have no wish to be the next
greatest anything. I like me just the way I am. I mind my own business and no one gets into my shit. Nice, quiet anduncomplicated.”
Color rose on Nimue’s fair complexion. She’d just crossed the line, but couldn’t seem to care, even if the goddess could squash her like a bug. The only thing that mattered to her was Drake’s tall form moving
ever closer toward them.
Merci’s focus on Drake’s approach slipped to full on attentiveness for a split second. In the next, Nimue grabbed her upper arm in a punishing grip, whirled her around to face Drake.
Nimue flung her hand out and Drake flew back like a puppet on a string, crashing into the far wall of the warehouse with a sickening flesh-meet-cinderblock thud. He lay crumpled amidst the debris like a broken doll.
Something snapped within Merci. Her blood scalded her veins. The taste of ash filled the back of her throat. Rage, cold and biting, filled her, coloring her vision in a red haze.
Drawing energy from the earth, she channeled it up through her body, willing it to form. Her hands glowed, magic as hot as a stream of lava engulfed her. Her skin stung like the bite of a thousand fire ants as a small burst of electricity arched over her arms, snapping with pent up energy. The stench of ozone, hanging like a heavy cloud in the still air, filled the area. The force arched into Nimue, dropped her to the floor. Merci offered a feral smile while Nimue wreathed in pain against her magic.
She bent down close enough for Nimue to hear her. “Since you
don’t know me, I will explain this to you. You don’t fuck with what is mine. Drake, is mine.”
What’s worse than a pissed off Knight? Colin Hennessy.
Shifter, Knight and quick tempered Irishman, Colin remembers vividly his past life as Sir Kay. Haunted by the woman he once loved and lost, he has spent his lives searching for his lost love to no avail.
Now Arthur is back and his life once again is filled with purpose. Joined by a common goal, he lives only to protect Arthur and his fellow Knights from the twisted, black magic of Mordred.
Juliet Boyd moves among societies rich and pampered, but she holds within her a terrible secret. One Vance Hollister is determined to exploit. Mordred is back in a new skin, now as Vance Hollister and the old evil is alive and well.
Colin and Juliet are unprepared for the flare of attraction that
ignites between them from across a moonlit parking lot. Dare she open herself and expose her cursed gift? Can he save Juliet from Vance’s twisted manipulations or will he lose his second chance at love? A showdown between good and evil is coming to a head with Colin and Juliet right in the middle.
EXCERPT:
Juliet threw him a mutinous look. “Well, I have no answers to give you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Colin’s voice cracked like a whip in the still room. “You are going to tell me everything you know about Vance Hollister.”
“And if I don’t?”
The space between them suddenly narrowed taking her by surprise. She wasn’t even aware he moved. A small gasp escaped her as she found herself looking up into hard, green eyes. He stood so close she could feel his body heat wrap around her, smell the heady scent of dark spices and forest.
He spoke softly, but the menace in his tone carried loud and clear. “You are not a stupid woman Jules, don’t act like one.”
The nickname he used for her made her stomach quiver with excitement. She squelched it quickly, irritation at her reaction replacing her momentary weakness.
“You are such an asshole.”
Colin chuckled darkly. “Aye, darlin’, that’s the truth of it.”
“I hate you, Colin Hennessy. You’re no better than Vance,” She spat, her voice filled with venom. You’re just lying to yourself. A small voice denied her claim.
His gaze turned cold and detached as it swept over her. She shivered involuntarily instinctively clutching the sheet tighter to her and her pulse quickened. With fear? Anticipation? She didn’t know and was not about to head down that road to find out.
“Hate me all you want, it matters little to me, but I warn you now, do not mistake me to be anything like Vance Hollister.”
She just hit a nerve. Score one for her side.
Juliet hid a smile of satisfaction, could she exploit this to her advantage, guilt trip him into releasing her? It was worth a try.
“I can’t help but note the similarities,” She tilted her head, studying him. “I’m here against my will. Had Vance’s men been successful I would be his prisoner as well.”
“And kept in a cell, no better than a lab rat,” he ground out harshly.
Shifter, Knight and quick tempered Irishman, Colin remembers vividly his past life as Sir Kay. Haunted by the woman he once loved and lost, he has spent his lives searching for his lost love to no avail.
Now Arthur is back and his life once again is filled with purpose. Joined by a common goal, he lives only to protect Arthur and his fellow Knights from the twisted, black magic of Mordred.
Juliet Boyd moves among societies rich and pampered, but she holds within her a terrible secret. One Vance Hollister is determined to exploit. Mordred is back in a new skin, now as Vance Hollister and the old evil is alive and well.
Colin and Juliet are unprepared for the flare of attraction that
ignites between them from across a moonlit parking lot. Dare she open herself and expose her cursed gift? Can he save Juliet from Vance’s twisted manipulations or will he lose his second chance at love? A showdown between good and evil is coming to a head with Colin and Juliet right in the middle.
EXCERPT:
Juliet threw him a mutinous look. “Well, I have no answers to give you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Colin’s voice cracked like a whip in the still room. “You are going to tell me everything you know about Vance Hollister.”
“And if I don’t?”
The space between them suddenly narrowed taking her by surprise. She wasn’t even aware he moved. A small gasp escaped her as she found herself looking up into hard, green eyes. He stood so close she could feel his body heat wrap around her, smell the heady scent of dark spices and forest.
He spoke softly, but the menace in his tone carried loud and clear. “You are not a stupid woman Jules, don’t act like one.”
The nickname he used for her made her stomach quiver with excitement. She squelched it quickly, irritation at her reaction replacing her momentary weakness.
“You are such an asshole.”
Colin chuckled darkly. “Aye, darlin’, that’s the truth of it.”
“I hate you, Colin Hennessy. You’re no better than Vance,” She spat, her voice filled with venom. You’re just lying to yourself. A small voice denied her claim.
His gaze turned cold and detached as it swept over her. She shivered involuntarily instinctively clutching the sheet tighter to her and her pulse quickened. With fear? Anticipation? She didn’t know and was not about to head down that road to find out.
“Hate me all you want, it matters little to me, but I warn you now, do not mistake me to be anything like Vance Hollister.”
She just hit a nerve. Score one for her side.
Juliet hid a smile of satisfaction, could she exploit this to her advantage, guilt trip him into releasing her? It was worth a try.
“I can’t help but note the similarities,” She tilted her head, studying him. “I’m here against my will. Had Vance’s men been successful I would be his prisoner as well.”
“And kept in a cell, no better than a lab rat,” he ground out harshly.
Arthur Penner is more than happy to aid a lady in need of help, especially if the woman is targeted by his nemesis Vance Hollister.
The fact the lady in question turns out to be not only a powerful witch, but a gorgeous red head with a wealth of curves that don’t quit? Even better.
What he isn’t prepared for is the discovery that the woman just happens to be his reincarnated Queen Gwenivere, and worse, she has no memory of who he is.
His well-ordered life is crumbling around him as yet another surprise turns up in the form of his reincarnated sister. It seems the past is swallowing him whole, forcing him to let go of previous betrayals and trust once more.
Gwen McAllister finds herself between a rock and a hard spot. Drawn to the quiet strength and confidence of Arthur. It isn’t until her memories are savagely restored by a vengeful goddess that she realizes who she is and the bitter betrayal she caused. Even her familiar, a mouthy Himalayan named Salt seems to be against her, demanding she trust the very man she destroyed.
A new threat is rising, one which will plunge the world they know into darkness. To defeat an old enemy they must depend on each other and learn to forgive. A tall order and time is running out. Can they let go of the past and embrace the promise of a future or will they lose everything in the ultimate battle between good and evil?
EXCERPT:
Arthur moved up the small path heading for the front door and the inevitable conflict with Vance. His blood pumped in readiness, and he controlled his breathing, remembering the first lesson he learned in the art of warfare. Never fight with your emotions.
The sound of shattering glass broke the peaceful air surrounding the neighborhood. A huge shadow hurtled past him, forcing him a step back to keep from being hit. Drake and Merci moved to his side as they looked first to the broken front window and then to the old recliner now resting on its side next to the large elm tree.
A curse exploded from Drake as he leapt up the steps and kicked in the door, Merci on his heels as they disappeared inside.
Arthur followed, pulling out the long buck knife strapped to his ankle, his hand firm around the handle. He stepped into the home, ignoring the broken pieces of furniture strewn about the room. His entire focus riveted on the broad back of a tall dark-haired man impeccably dressed and pulsing with enough twisted magic it repelled him to take a step back. Gritting his teeth against the pressure building against his temples, he forced his feet to carry him further into the room, Drake and Merci at his sides, their combined magic ready to engage.
Vance swung his head to the side, pinning Arthur with a gaze of pure malice. “I was expecting you to show up much later, Father. I assumed I would already be gone and the prize with me. Ah, well, that’s what I get for assuming, don’t you agree?”
“You underestimated me yet again, Vance,” Arthur drawled, his southern accent becoming more pronounced. “It’s becoming a habit of yours, you know?”
“Not this time. This time you underestimated me. Tell your guard
dogs to back off, or I’ll kill the witch.”
At his demand, he swung around, showing what his big body kept hidden. A blaze of red hair cascaded down her shoulders in a wild tumble of curls framing a heart-shaped face. Thick dark lashes framed large eyes slightly tilted up and dominated her delicate features. Full lush lips parted as she rasped in a breath. Vance’s hand tightened around her throat and lifted her up until she was
forced to stand on her toes in order to keep from strangling.
Arthur could only stare in mute silence, stunned and helpless against the pull of those glistening blue eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. Eyes he hoped he would never again gaze into, for within those sparkling eyes housed the soul of the
only woman he had ever loved. And the one whose betrayal he could never forgive.
The fact the lady in question turns out to be not only a powerful witch, but a gorgeous red head with a wealth of curves that don’t quit? Even better.
What he isn’t prepared for is the discovery that the woman just happens to be his reincarnated Queen Gwenivere, and worse, she has no memory of who he is.
His well-ordered life is crumbling around him as yet another surprise turns up in the form of his reincarnated sister. It seems the past is swallowing him whole, forcing him to let go of previous betrayals and trust once more.
Gwen McAllister finds herself between a rock and a hard spot. Drawn to the quiet strength and confidence of Arthur. It isn’t until her memories are savagely restored by a vengeful goddess that she realizes who she is and the bitter betrayal she caused. Even her familiar, a mouthy Himalayan named Salt seems to be against her, demanding she trust the very man she destroyed.
A new threat is rising, one which will plunge the world they know into darkness. To defeat an old enemy they must depend on each other and learn to forgive. A tall order and time is running out. Can they let go of the past and embrace the promise of a future or will they lose everything in the ultimate battle between good and evil?
EXCERPT:
Arthur moved up the small path heading for the front door and the inevitable conflict with Vance. His blood pumped in readiness, and he controlled his breathing, remembering the first lesson he learned in the art of warfare. Never fight with your emotions.
The sound of shattering glass broke the peaceful air surrounding the neighborhood. A huge shadow hurtled past him, forcing him a step back to keep from being hit. Drake and Merci moved to his side as they looked first to the broken front window and then to the old recliner now resting on its side next to the large elm tree.
A curse exploded from Drake as he leapt up the steps and kicked in the door, Merci on his heels as they disappeared inside.
Arthur followed, pulling out the long buck knife strapped to his ankle, his hand firm around the handle. He stepped into the home, ignoring the broken pieces of furniture strewn about the room. His entire focus riveted on the broad back of a tall dark-haired man impeccably dressed and pulsing with enough twisted magic it repelled him to take a step back. Gritting his teeth against the pressure building against his temples, he forced his feet to carry him further into the room, Drake and Merci at his sides, their combined magic ready to engage.
Vance swung his head to the side, pinning Arthur with a gaze of pure malice. “I was expecting you to show up much later, Father. I assumed I would already be gone and the prize with me. Ah, well, that’s what I get for assuming, don’t you agree?”
“You underestimated me yet again, Vance,” Arthur drawled, his southern accent becoming more pronounced. “It’s becoming a habit of yours, you know?”
“Not this time. This time you underestimated me. Tell your guard
dogs to back off, or I’ll kill the witch.”
At his demand, he swung around, showing what his big body kept hidden. A blaze of red hair cascaded down her shoulders in a wild tumble of curls framing a heart-shaped face. Thick dark lashes framed large eyes slightly tilted up and dominated her delicate features. Full lush lips parted as she rasped in a breath. Vance’s hand tightened around her throat and lifted her up until she was
forced to stand on her toes in order to keep from strangling.
Arthur could only stare in mute silence, stunned and helpless against the pull of those glistening blue eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. Eyes he hoped he would never again gaze into, for within those sparkling eyes housed the soul of the
only woman he had ever loved. And the one whose betrayal he could never forgive.