Her destiny comes with blades and fangs.
Catching Keira is a re-release. It has been heavily edited and
retitled.
Her goal: reclaim an amulet and go home
Keira A’Darcin doesn’t need distractions. An encounter with
gorgeous, dragon warrior Rath tempts her to put aside her worries and
enjoy a night in his arms. When morning comes, duty leads her away from him. As
she continues on her journey, danger forces her to claim a pair of ancient
weapons, changing her life.
Rath hunts the dark sorcerer targeting cities under dragon
protection. His search leads him to a trap and then to Keira. Intense
attraction burns between him and the sexy witch. Every touch makes him wonder
if she’s the one for him and Damon?
In the last few weeks, vampire Damon Ro’Teir has helped rebuild
cities and fought battles. He hadn’t expected to find their witch-mate in the
middle of the chaos. Now that he has, he isn’t letting her go.
Keira’s fierce, strong, passionate, and more than a match for him and
Rath.
Although the desire grows hot between them, their enemy grows
stronger. Witch, dragon, and vampire, they’ll have to work together to defeat
an enemy determined to claim the power Keira now holds.
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Excerpt - Heat Level PG13
Keira’s eyes snapped open and she jerked forward. A hot lancing
ache sliced through her neck where Rath’s teeth still dug into her flesh. She
winced and froze. A dark-haired man wearing a long, flowing silver cloak stood
at the end of the street. A huge merdanon waited beside him. She took a deep
breath. That minion was going to die.
It had to be a minion, a lesser Dark Sorcerer. No Dark Sorcerer
had ever spoken of themselves as if they were another person.
She cocked her head. Either that was a tall merdanon or the
sorcerer was short. And younger than most Dark Sorcerers. She shook her head.
His age didn’t matter. He was part of this destruction. He wore a deep red
shirt and red pants. She shook her head. Was red supposed to be Gelain’s color?
Rath’s mouth worked at her neck for a little longer. He swallowed,
but still there wasn’t the same drawing pull as with Damon. His tongue laved
over the four punctures. The heat hit another high. Not from magic this time.
She shivered and gulped. He finished. They should get to work. She tried to step
away. He tugged her back against his chest.
“I’d never give you up to him.” His lips brushed against the shell
of her ear.
“As if I’d walk over to him even if you did. Let’s deal with this
minion and get on with clearing the city. I would like to eventually get back
to sleep tonight.” She straightened.
The black-haired sorcerer stood at the end of the street, waiting.
Did he expect Rath to urge her to go? Who had he dealt with in the past?
Tremors ran down her body and icy cold crept through her. Someone
handed a witch to him at some point. Her fingers tightened on the sword. Oh,
Lady. The Master Dark Sorcerer Gelain had at least one witch in his stronghold.
He couldn’t take power like a dragon or vampire would, but there
were spells to leech power from a witch or wizard into a crystal. Any sorcerer
could use the crystal to power large spells. She rolled her shoulders. They had
to find him and make sure he couldn’t hurt anyone else.
“We have to stop him.” She glanced back at Rath, before facing the
damn minion.
The Dark Sorcerer at the end of the street stepped forward. He was
merely a follower. Before the night was finished, he wouldn’t be a problem.
They needed to stop the master.
A black mist formed. It swirled and opened. Damon stepped out. Her
throat tightened and her heart hammered against her chest. He was outside her
shield. She raised her hand. Before she could extend her shield, he walked
forward.
“I agree. He definitely won’t be going back to his master.” Damon
neared her shield, but didn’t slow. He walked right through it and stopped
beside them.
Keira blinked and gasped. How had he strolled through her shields?
No magic should have been able to pass through them. She shook her head. Ask
about it later. Work now.
“I called for you over five merdanons ago.” Keira narrowed her
eyes. “Where were you?”
“I knew Rath had arrived. The feel of his magic is unmistakable.
Since he was here, I stayed where I was needed until others arrived to help.”
His hand brushed over her cheek.
She shook her head. Chat time was over. The Dark Sorcerer drew
himself to his full height.
Flipping his cloak back over his shoulder, the
sorcerer raised his hands. An energy orb flared between his palms. “If you don’t
give the witch to me, I’ll take her from you after you’re dead. It won’t matter
if she’s a little singed.”
Author Bio
Rebecca
Airies has always loved to read. Futuristic, the classics, mystery, horror and
of course romance from sweet to extra spicy--the genre doesn’t matter as long
as the stories capture her interest and take her on an adventure. She soon
discovered a love for writing and characters just waiting to tell their
stories. Since that time, writing has become an obsession.
Rebecca
lives in Abilene, Texas. She loves the outdoors, growing things, and working on
crafts when she’s not lost in the worlds of her characters.
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