Description:
The world holds few secrets for Oracle Elana Anderson, or as her fans know her, Ela Deville. Successful author of paranormal romance, Ela, has a secret: not all her paranormal characters are quite that fictional. She hardly expected she’d trigger a chain of events that might bring about the end of the world via a pesky dragon. Rendered blind to visions of him, Ela’s only way to save her world is to keep the dragon close…very close.
Obitus, the only awake dragon in the Otherworlds, is determined to get back the magic that was stolen from him and secure his position for a good thousand years. Becoming Akai’s new guardian after getting rid of the current one is the best way to it. But that means getting Ela on his side. He’ll bargain and maneuver his way there if he has to, but ends up tormented by the desire to have her for real.
In a game of deals, half-truths and irresistible cravings, does one heart have to break in order for the other to save the world?
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Summonari don’t trust. Under their command, they summon any number of creatures from the Otherwolds—but never trust them outside of the summoning.
Gargoyles don’t love. Fierce descendants of dragons, they function on power and fear—never love.
Karla isn’t the happily-ever-after type of girl. No territory-hungry guy is going to stick flags all over her unclaimed grounds.
Kann’s world is death and betrayal. As Dar Primus of Haus Varis, he’s expected to follow tradition but he’s not your regular gargoyle. In fact, he’s anything but.
One fateful Friday night, Otherworlds collide. Stuck together in one world or another, Karla and Kann face everything from Awakenings and turbulent love to Festnavals and bloodthirsty scorned suitors.
If there’s one thing they can’t escape, it’s the addiction to each other. And they’ve got it bad.
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Summonari don’t trust. Under their command, they summon any number of creatures from the Otherwolds—but never trust them outside of the summoning.
Gargoyles don’t love. Fierce descendants of dragons, they function on power and fear—never love.
Karla isn’t the happily-ever-after type of girl. No territory-hungry guy is going to stick flags all over her unclaimed grounds.
Kann’s world is death and betrayal. As Dar Primus of Haus Varis, he’s expected to follow tradition but he’s not your regular gargoyle. In fact, he’s anything but.
One fateful Friday night, Otherworlds collide. Stuck together in one world or another, Karla and Kann face everything from Awakenings and turbulent love to Festnavals and bloodthirsty scorned suitors.
If there’s one thing they can’t escape, it’s the addiction to each other. And they’ve got it bad.
EXCERPT:
Ela's POV
Sometimes I
hated my life. But I was rarely surprised as I was when the figure of a
strikingly handsome man materialized behind me. I watched him as he grinned
crookedly and leaned against the wall behind. His piercing white eyes focused
on mine in the mirror and my stomach tightened in a knot.
“Hello, Oracle
of Akai.”
“Obitus,” I
whispered.
What I didn’t
add was the rest of his honorable titles: the destroyer, the one who was going
to ruin me before bringing the end of my world. Though he was about to make a
deal with the weres for Kann to stay with Karla in peace, so he was capable of
some good too.
His human form
was tall with wide shoulders, it made a striking pose. He was wearing a navy
suit that really, really brought out the white in his eyes. They were the only
outward sign of his dragon nature, those white eyes that meant he was a
powerful being, one of the most powerful in the Otherworlds. One of those who’d
gone extinct, pretty much, until Karla decided to use his help to save her
life. I couldn’t blame her, but I didn’t like Mr. Dragon breathing down my
neck, not at all. Especially since he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen, and
that included models for the covers of my novels–which was saying something. I looked
away from his reflection and tried to get my pulse under control.
He flashed
beside me and I flinched.
“It’s a real
pleasure to see you,” he muttered darkly in that chorus effect voice of his.
Shivers traveled
up and down my spine, but I glared at his reflection in the mirror. “I can’t
say the same.”
He tsked. “Sorry
to hear that. But I promise you’ll change your mind.”
I smiled coldly
and walked out of the ladies room, avoiding eye contact with him. Thinking of
what the full force of those eyes could do scared the crap out of me. He didn’t
follow, thank the gods. I reached the hall and my knees almost gave out.
Leaning against the wall for a minute, I tried to get my pulse under control.
He couldn’t change my mind, or we’d all be lost. No matter how tempting he was,
I couldn’t allow myself to get caught in his snare.
Obitus' POV
I sat back on
Karla’s couch, my ankle dangling over my other leg’s knee. The place looked
strange, all the objects crowding the already tiny space. But then again my
idea of a cozy home was a large cave with enough room for me to roll around in
my dragon form. Humans were small creatures. In fact, everything in Akai was
small and cramped. But fun.
The weres leader
paced, hands clasped at his back. He was fun too. Jeremy Hays was a lanky thing
with bright red hair that stood out like antennas. He had piercing green eyes
and the nasty habit of biting the inside of his cheek. I liked that worried
look about him. I liked the fear that radiated from him too. He made a considerable
effort to cover the fact that he was looking at anything but me. A couple of
times, his gaze came close to meeting mine. Well, reasonably close. I think the
progress froze somewhere around the tip of my nose.
“What’s taking
the gargoyle so long?” he muttered.
I shrugged.
“Sharpening the knife for dinner.”
The werecat
flinched. “That’s dragon humor, right?”
I chuckled. “Oh
yes, we’re funny like that. Dragons, you know? Never a dull moment.”
The piercing
green eyes finally focused on me and Jeremy smiled. He looked very cat-like
right then. I’d first seen him in his cat form–cats were lovely creatures. Tiny
as a dot but so resourceful and agile. I liked cats. I was still iffy about
Jeremy though.
“So tell me,
what do you get out of it?” he asked eyeing his nails.
I held up a
hand. “We’ll discuss it when Kann is here. I don’t like repeating myself.”
Jeremy smiled
and nodded, resuming his pacing about. Maybe it was a cat thing, not being able
to stand still when they were nervous.
About the author:
Livia lives in Europe where she listens to obscene amounts of music and devours every reading material in sight. When she’s not doing either of the two, she fiddles with anything remotely customizable within reach.
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1 comment:
Thank you! :) And now, what's going to happen with the e-books? Will you send it to me via e-mail? :)
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