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for a deadly combination…
grief. Two years later, her killer still roams free. When a chance
meeting with another writer turns into something more, Jack is thrown
back into the case. To save the life of his new love, Liv Corrigan,
he must embrace the life he left behind and find his wife’s
particularly the ability to read the thoughts
of those closest to her. When she Jack Roarke, afraid of another
failed romance, she decides to keep her talents hidden. When a killer
resurfaces and secrets come to light, she is targeted. Injured, Jack
retreats with Liv to his house under armed guard. But with Liv’s
mysteries rapidly coming unraveled, a diamond-thief and killer to
stop and passion in the air, the safe house is anything but safe for
agent escape with their lives and hearts intact?
killer for hire, Ashton Smythe. Having failed in his mission to
avenge his partner, Serena Roarke, Agent Gabriel Spiller returns to
Alabama to search in secret for the missing diamonds needed to reopen
the investigation and to lay low from the death threats he’s
received since Smythe went free.
loss now more than ever. A secret meeting before Serena died left Lea
with an ugly figurine and nothing but questions. And then the hang-up
calls, death threats, and finally coming home to a trashed house
remind her of Serena’s warning.
search of Serena’s ‘angel’, but how long can Gabe keep her
alive? And at what cost?
to reclaim his lost magic and embrace the second chance waiting for him…
suffered the inescapable reality of her own abusive father. At a
young age she gave her heart and innocence to Ryan. For once
happiness seemed within her reach, until in one horror-filled night,
the monster she called ‘Daddy’ changed everything. Years later,
Kate returns home to open her clinic and raise her daughter, Allaina,
closer to Ryan’s family.
choosing to focus on filling his father’s shoes. He found love and
hope for future with Kate. Then that future was stolen away, forcing
Kate and Ryan apart. Although he is glad to be back on Irish soil,
the reason he left still haunts him.
as hard to be forgiven. Can love truly heal even the deepest scars?
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read emotions, he feels the joy, pain and sorrow of others. When his
best friend, Rhiannon, must face the heartache of losing her father
to cancer, Skye steps in to help her run her family’s pub and finds
his match where he least expected…
future with him. Her father’s terminal illness has left her in charge
of the family pub. Skye has always been there for her, but when their
relationship changes, will she find the courage to claim the future?
Or will a thousand-year-old curse keep its grip on two hostage hearts?
the descendants of his clan. Finally free of his cousin’s spell, he
returns to the highlands, only to find ruins of the past. When Raine
Roarke’s powers emerge, the imprisoned Arianne may be the child’s
only hope for survival, but is he willing to risk everything to save
years ago, but now trapped by his cousin’s spell, Devin McLoch has
seen countless battles and death. The erstwhile thief has turned away
from darker pursuits to lead a life of peace, protecting those he
loves and considers part of his clan. However, there is one woman he
can never forget, who must be given a chance to change, to accept her
heart and his.
Imprisoned in an ancient stone dance more than a thousand years ago,
her only chance at freedom from the spell is through love–a love she
denied. When Devin asks for her aid to save another from imminent
death, she realizes there is more at stake than just her freedom or
Except 1: © Brynna Curry 2009, 2019
Prologue – Ireland-Fall 1009
“Arianne! Help me!”
Ari placed the sachet she had been filling with lavender on the old oak table and hurried to open the door. The cottage she shared with her twin Briella was small, just big enough for the two of them. The main room held a large hearth for cooking and preparing medicinal herbs. There were two other rooms for sleeping.
She watched as Brie struggled to get through the open doorway. A large man leaned on her small frame.
Brought home another stray. I wonder where she found this one.
Rushing to help her sister, Ari wedged her shoulder under his other arm to take some of the weight off Brie. Dark, delicious power punched into her with the contact. Dizzy with lust for it, her magic began pulling on his power of its own accord.
And it scared the hell out of her.
She was always very carefully controlled. Her power never acted without her influence.
He must be Faerie.
The demon did not stir. Fear of what he was, what he could make her, had her lashing out with venom.
“Really, sister. You bring home the most interesting creatures. You ken he is a faerie?”
“I ken. It matters not; just help me get him inside.”
Arianne felt Brie’s urgency and terror as strongly as the faerie’s power. As a rule, she was not empathic, but today seemed be to proving different. His suffering had become hers the moment she began to absorb his magic. His body was torn in many places. The salty seawater made his wounds a vicious ache.
Giving up, Ari knew it would do no good to argue with her sister. Nothing would change her mind.
“The villagers will lynch us before nightfall. What has happened to him anyway? His clothing is shredded.”
“As is much of his flesh. Mayhap you should direct your gaze elsewhere, sister.”
“I have seen naked men before.”
“You have no shame. Do you? Mayhap he was tossed overboard in a storm or attacked. I found him washed up on the sand and rocks below the dance. I thought he was dead at first. His heartbeat is faint, weak, but still there. I suppose we will have to wait until he wakes to discover the nature of his injuries.”
“If he wakes.”
She managed to avoid breaking most of the urns as they struggled to get their patient into Briella’s room. Turning sideways, they made it through the small doorway and crouched down to angle and shift his shoulders onto the straw mattress where Brie slept.
“So you floated him up the cliff, but could not stir the air to carry and lift him inside?”
“Normally I would have.”
“Then why waste the energy at all? If fever sets in, he will die anyway.”
Briella turned on her, eyes snapping with barely contained anger. “Mayhap the next bones I find on the sand will be your own. I might consider your words before stirring the air.”
“Sure and I might be doomed to die on the rocks, sister, but only if you push me over the edge first.”
“My craft forbids causing others harm, but oh how there are days I wish I were more like your wicked self.” Briella paused to lift his feet onto the mattress. “I am weak. I cannot stir the air. I linked with him to save his life. It drains me.”
Wicked, am I? Ari shook her head. Not that she had the power to sacrifice herself, but she would have never done such a thing.
“Little fool. Keep giving so much of yourself and one day there will be nothing left. Then what use will your almighty power be?”
“I could not let him die.”
“Others have died in your care. More may yet. We might be put to death if the elders learn one of his kind is being tended here. You risk our lives for a dalliance with this faerie devil?”
“Stop being a child. He will be important to me. I can feel it. Fetch some boiling water. I need to clean his wounds.”
Fetch me some water, Arianne. Do this. Do that.
“I am not your bloody dog to fetch for you on a whim.”
“True. A dog would be obedient and more pleasant to be around.”
“And will you be the pot or kettle today? Water. Now!”
Five minute’s difference and Brie’s power would have been mine. The elders think she is like our sainted mother, but that is not true. She is kind to others, but treats me like the dirt under her feet. Brie’s craft rules her while her hatred destroys me.
“Why do you hate me so, Briella?”
Her sister said nothing in return, only continued to murmur enchantments over the demon in her bed. Briella’s crusade to save him would doom them both. To bring his kind into the village was akin to a death wish. Briella might be spared by the elders, banished perhaps, but she, as the lesser twin with power so dark she dared not use it, would likely be put to death for the crime.
Nothing good ever came from trusting faeries or witches and the demon was both. Ari felt the pain of betrayal slick over her heart like ice. “One day I will show you just how wicked I can truly be.”
sanctuary during the hardest times in her life. After living all over
the southern states, she finally landed back in north Alabama where
she met her husband, Jackie. She spent a wonderful twenty-two years
with her hero, raising their three children.
rescued strays. Her furry minions, Jace, Styxx, Beerus, and Asheron,
are always willing to keep her company while she works. She insists
love is the truest magic and with it, every day is an adventure.
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