Author: Alexandra Ivy
Series: Guardians of Eternity
Number in Series: 11
Release Date: May 27, 2014
Publisher: Zebra
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Presented by: Book Monster Promotions
Synopsis from Alexandra Ivy
The vampire, Roke, is raw, sensual, always in control. Yet somehow he's allowed the unthinkable to happen: a nymph-like witch named Sally has used her magic to trick Roke into mating with her. The pair will remain bound for eternity unless Sally breaks the spell. The trouble is, she has no idea how. . .
Mating with Roke was an accident; at least that's what Sally keeps telling herself. She's on the hunt for her demon father, whose identity holds the key to releasing the spell. The search won't be easy with Roke shadowing Sally's every move. As they mate with a ferocity that leaves them both aching for more, Sally isn't sure if her world is more dangerous without Roke—or with him. . .
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Guardian of Eternity
By
Alexandra Ivy
Magnus
strolled into Styx’s vast library, his long, dark blond hair pulled
into a queue at his neck and his dark eyes hard with impatience. As
always, he was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt that was stretched to
the limit over his massive chest. The vampire was one of Styx’s
elite guard, the Ravens. Which meant he was a well-trained warrior,
a lethal predator, and he had the social skills of a spitting viper.
Actually, that was an insult to the viper.
Equally
indifferent to the latest fashions, Styx, the current King of
Vampires, was dressed in leather pants, a black shirt and heavy
shit-kickers. He had dark hair that was pulled into a braid that
fell past his knees, and an amulet was hung around his massive neck.
But while Styx was pure predator, he did have a loving mate to help
smooth away the rough edges. Magnus, on the other hand, remained a
gruff, solitary creature who avoided company whenever possible.
Which
was why his mood was tilting from foul to downright shitty after
rushing to the opulent house on the outskirts of Chicago to find Styx
was calming sipping brandy as if he didn’t have a care in the
world.
What
the hell? Magnus was willing to pledge his loyalty to his king, but
this was his evening off and he’d been planning to spend the night
at the shooting range. He wasn’t happy to receive an urgent text
only to arrive and discover there was nothing to kill. He’d even
brought his favorite sword.
“Your
text said it was an emergency,” Magnus growled, glancing around the
library in a vain hope of some nasty creature lurking among the
towering shelves of books. Nothing could be seen beyond the
ridiculous froufrou furnishings and massive desk that was set next to
the fireplace.
“It
is.” Styx set aside his glass, his lean face unreadable. “I had
an unexpected visitor sneak into my house just before sunset.
Unfortunately for her, my alarm system includes a powerful spell that
trapped her the second she managed to enter through a basement
window.”
An
intruder? The evening is looking up.
Magnus
tapped the hilt of his sword that was strapped around his waist.
“Do you want me to kill the trespasser?”
Styx
shrugged. “I suppose that will be up to you.”
Up
to him? Magnus arched his brows. There was a trespasser into Styx’s
royal residence and the king was giving Magnus the choice what was
going to happen to the intruder? The Anasso didn’t run a
democracy. Hell, he was the definition of an anal control-freak.
Which mean there had to be a reason he was giving up even a small
portion of his authority.
“Why
me?” Magnus demanded.
“Because
she claimed that she’s an old friend of yours and that she’s here
to return one of your possessions.”
Magnus
scowled. “She?”
A
wicked smile curved the king’s lips. “Very definitely a she.”
“It’s
a trick.”
Styx
arched a brow. “How can you be so sure?”
“I
don’t have friends.”
“Bullshit.”
Magnus
arched a brow. “Bullshit?”
“There
isn’t one Raven who wouldn’t put down their life for you,” Styx
informed him, moving so he could clap Magnus on one broad shoulder.
“And Darcy has adopted you as if you’re some motherless chick.”
The Anasso gave a shake of his head. “She’s been driving me
insane with suggestions of potential females that might meet your
insanely high expectations.”
Magnus
tried to deny the renegade warmth that filled his heart. It was true
that since he’d become one of Styx’s personal warriors, he’d
become a part of something that was very close to a family. And
Darcy, Styx’s mate, had been a pleasant shock. The kind-hearted
pureblooded Were had refused to be put off by Magnus’s gruff
manner. Instead, she’d made it her personal mission to try and
find him a suitable female who could properly train him.
He’d
tried to tell her it was an impossible task. He’d found his mate
centuries ago, only to have her betray and abandon him when...
Magnus
abruptly stiffened, struck by a sudden suspicion.
Holy
shit.
“Tell
me about the intruder.”
Styx
slowly smiled, making no effort to disguise his rampant curiosity.
It
was no doubt that need to poke his nose into Magnus’s private
business that’d kept the intruder from being killed on the spot.
Sometimes the Anasso could be worse than a mother hen.
“She
claims to be a fire sprite,” he at last drawled.
Even
prepared Magnus felt as if he’d just been hit by a cement truck.
“Impossible,” he breathed, shock and an emotion he wasn’t
prepared to acknowledge, jolting through him.
“My
thought exactly.” Styx shrugged. “I thought they were extinct.”
“No.
There was a small tribe that survived the efforts of the previous
Anasso to hunt them into extinction,” he said, not bothering to
explain that he’d learned about them in a seedy bar in Morocco
nearly a century ago. “Where is she?”
“So
you do know her. Do you intend to share the spicy details?” Styx
slowly smiled, only to heave a resigned sigh when he met Magnus’s
stoic gaze. “Fine. She’s in the dungeons.”
With
three long strides, Magnus was at the door to the library. “I want
some privacy when I question her,” he demanded, too caught in his
furious disbelief to consider the fact he was tossing out orders as
if Styx was a fledgling and not the King of all Vampires. “Turn
off the cameras.”
“Magnus.”
Magnus
reluctantly halted and glanced over his shoulder. “What?”
“Do
you intend to kiss her or kill her?”
His
lips twisted into a humorless smile. “The two don’t have to be
mutually exclusive.”
Fia
was stretched on the narrow cot when she caught a familiar scent.
Magnus. Keeping her eyes shut she sucked in a deep breath, savoring
the icy aroma of leather, steel, and thundering power. Holy hell.
The smell intoxicated her. It’d always had. From the second the
tall, golden haired vampire with eyes as black as sin had walked into
the demon bar.
Sliding
off the cot, she rose to her feet and headed toward the iron bars
that were swiftly stealing her powers. Joy exploded through her as
she caught sight of her former lover moving toward her with the
liquid grace of a predator. It’d been nearly a century since she’d
seen him, but she’d memorized every chiseled line of his fiercely
male face and the sculpted perfection of his massive body.
She
felt ridiculously nervous, she acknowledged, her hand lifting to push
back her thick tangle of crimson curls that fell to her waist before
she was smoothing the white spandex pants and matching top that clung
to her slender body. It wasn’t that she feared Magnus. Or even
the Anasso.
But
her entire future happiness depended on her not screwing up the next
few minutes.
Yeah.
Nothing like a little pressure...
“Fia.”
Her name sounded more like a curse as Magnus suddenly stood in front
of her cell, studying her as if she were something he’d scraped off
the bottom of his boot.
Fia
kept her spine rigid and her chin angled to a militant angle even as
her heart clenched with regret. She’d expected his anger, even his
disgust, but that didn’t ease the pain at the sight of his cold
eyes and the beautiful male face that looked as if it’d been carved
out of granite.
“Hello,
Magnus.” Her voice was thankfully steady. Good. This was
difficult enough without Magnus knowing her emotions were a hot,
tangled mess. “Are you going to stand there glaring at me or are
you going to let me out?”
He
stepped forward, his hands grasping the iron bars as he glared down
at her. “Styx takes a very dim view of trespassers, little
sprite,” he drawled. “It could be years before he decides you’ve
been suitably punished.”
She
narrowed her eyes the precise shade of garnets. “If that’s a
joke it’s not funny.”
He
folded his arms over his broad chest. “You know me well enough to
know that I never joke.”
Well,
that was true enough. Magnus was many things. Strong, loyal, and
indecently sexy, but could never be called light-hearted. Hell, just
earning a smile from him felt like an epic victory.
“I
wasn’t trespassing. I was only trying to return something that
belongs to you,” she said.
He
curled back his lips to reveal his large fangs, his icy power
wrapping around her...not to hurt, but in a blatant warning.
“You’re
only making it worse, Fia,” he growled. “Now you’re not only
an intruder, but you’re a thief. You might never get out of this
cell.”
Despite
her grim determination to maintain her composure, Fia found herself
reaching for the gold chain that was looped around her neck, giving
it a tug to pull out the small amulet that had been tucked beneath
her stretchy top. With one jerk, she broke the chain, allowing the
tiny charm to fall into her palm.
Her
quick temper had always been her downfall.
“You
know what...screw you.” She threw the amulet through the bars,
directly into the pale, arrogant face. She wrapped her arms
protectively around her waist, as if that could halt the pain of
rejection that was thundering through her. Damn him. He was
supposed to...what? Offer her instant forgiveness? To know that she
would never deliberately hurt him? Okay, it was unfair, but that was
exactly what she wanted. “Take this and go.”
He
snatched the amulet an inch before it connected with his nose, his
brows snapping together as he opened his hand and studied the small
charm that rested in his palm.
“Why?”
“Why
what?”
He
slowly lifted his head, his eyes dark with an emotion that was
impossible to decipher. “Why try to sneak in the most heavily
guarded lair in the world?” he at last demanded. “Why not just
knock on the front door?”
She
shrugged. “I was going to leave this in your private rooms and
disappear before you knew I was here.”
Not
surprisingly he instantly knew she was lying. Magnus hadn’t been
chosen as a Raven by Styx because he was stupid.
“Bullshit,”
he growled.
Her
chin tilted another inch higher. “Excuse me?”
His
icy power wrapped around her, the dark gaze studying her pale face.
She clenched her teeth. Once he’d looked at her with a blatant
male fascination that made her heart pound and her knees weak. The
kind of look a male gave a female when he’d decided that she was
the answer to all his prayers.
Now...not
so much.
“If
you just wanted to return my amulet then you could have sent it to
me,” he pointed out in a cold voice of reason. “Or left it
outside the gates with a note.”
Both
reasonable choices. She wished now that she’d chosen one of them.
Ridiculously
she’d thought she could actually make him listen to her. As if the
past century could be erased and he would ignore the fact that she’d
simply disappeared after he’d asked her to be his mate.
Magnus
wrapped his fingers around the amulet that was still warm from Fia’s
skin. He’d had it made by a silversmith when he’d risen as a
vampire to mark his new beginning. It’d disappeared along with Fia
mere hours after he’d pledged his heart and soul to her.
At
the time he’d told himself it was yet another example of just how
unworthy she’d been of his love.
She’d
not only stolen his heart, but his property. In his dark broodings
he’d imagined her laughing as she’d returned to her family of
grifters to reveal she’d managed to completely fool the besotted
vampire. It was an image that had haunted him for the past century.
Which
was why he’d charged down to the dungeons, fully intent on...his
breath hissed between his aching fangs. Bloody hell. He didn’t
know what he was going to do, but the second he’d caught sight of
the familiar oval face with the large garnet eyes and the tumble of
fiery curls he’d been nearly overwhelmed by the explosion of
emotions. Lust, love, and a treacherous joy. This female might have
betrayed him, but she was still the woman he’d chosen as his mate.
Which meant that he still wanted her with a desperation that made
his entire body tremble with need.
And
worse, he couldn’t shake the suspicion that Fia had a specific
purpose in allowing herself to be caught by Styx.
A
purpose that involved him.
“I
wanted to make sure you got it,” she muttered, her thick fringe of
lashes lowering to hide her eyes.
A
sure sign she was lying. “That’s not it,” he growled,
narrowing his eyes. “You wanted to be caught.”
Her
expression remained militant, but she took a revealing step backward
at his accusation.
“That’s
so typical of you,” she muttered. “Arrogant ass.”
His
lips twisted. “You don’t know anything about me. Not anymore.”
“I...”
Fia halted, as if it was suddenly difficult to speak, an unexpected
tear gliding down her cheek. “Yeah, maybe I don’t.”
Shit.
Pain sliced through Magnus’s heart. Shoving the amulet in his
pocket, he grabbed the bars of the cell. “Fia.”
She
tilted her head so her heavy tangle of curls would hide her face.
“This was a mistake,” she muttered. “Please just go away,
Magnus.”
Magnus’s
hands gripped the iron bars until they began to bend. This cell was
designed to hold a fey, not to resist the power of an angry vampire.
“Not
until you tell me why you’re here.”
“Because
I wanted to see you.” She jerked her head up to glare at him in an
agonized frustration. “Are you satisfied?”
Satisfied?
His body felt as if it was going up in flames, the past hundred
years being scoured away by the avalanche of emotions that seared
through him.
“Not
nearly.” With one fierce yank he had the cell door off its hinges
and was tossing it aside. Styx wasn’t going to be pleased with the
damage to his dungeon, but at the moment Magnus didn’t give a shit
about anything but getting his hands on the pretty fire sprite who’d
claimed his soul.
“But
I intend to be.”
Her
eyes widened as he stalked into the cell, instinctively backing away.
Not out of fear. No. He could already smell the sweet spice of
her arousal.
“Wait,”
she breathed, her hair dancing on a breeze created by her inner
magic. “What are you doing?”
“This.”
He reached to wrap her slender body in his arms, pulling her hard
against his chest as he lowered his head to bury his face against the
tender curve of her neck.
“Magnus.”
Her hands landed on his chest, but even as he prepared himself to be
pushed away she was instead arching against him in ready
capitulation.
Something
raw and broken deep inside him eased as her fiery heat wrapped around
him.
***
Fia
lost track of how long they stood in the cell clinging to one
another.
Not
that she was complaining.
She’d
counted down every year, every day, every hour until she could be
free to seek out this vampire. Now that she was pressed against his
hard body she felt as if she was waking from a hideous nightmare.
“Where
have you been?” he demanded, his fangs scraping her throat as his
hands lowered to cup her ass.
She
shivered, deliberately brushing against the thickening length of his
arousal. Right now all she wanted was to strip off his clothes and
kiss him from the top of his golden head to the tips of his toes.
God almighty. She’d missed him. The sound of his voice. The
pleasure of his touch. The comfort of knowing he would be at her
side when she turned her head...
Unfortunately,
they had too much between them to solve it with sex.
No
matter how freaking fantastic that sex might be.
“Working
off my indenture,” she slowly admitted.
“Indenture?”
His head jerked up as he studied her with a scowl. “What the hell
are you talking about?”
She
swallowed a sigh. This wasn’t going to be an easy conversation.
Not when Magnus already hated her family.
“My
family managed to become indebted to a mountain troll—”
“You
mean Isali became indebted,” Magnus snapped, knowing her older
brother too well.
Isali
was lazy, self-indulgent, and morally corrupt. But he was one of
less than a hundred male fire sprites left after the purge, which
meant that he was treated like a God.
She
nodded. “Yes.”
“The
idiot,” Magnus muttered. “What did his debt have to do with
you?”
She
wrinkled her nose, trying to forget that last, painful argument with
her family. It still made her heart ache with the sense of betrayal.
“My
father decided the family had more need of Isali’s talents as a
breeder, since I refused to do my duty and produce children,” she
said. As the mate of a vampire she wouldn’t be able to pro-create.
Something desperately needed by the fire sprites who were on the
brink of extinction. “So I was elected to take his place with the
troll.”
The
remaining bars on her cell exploded outward as Magnus’s fury
blasted through the air.
“That
son of a bitch.” He abruptly released her, as if afraid he might
accidently hurt her. “I should have killed the bastard the night I
caught him trying to cheat me at cards.”
Fia
reached up to frame his face in her hands. The last thing she wanted
was to have Magnus charging off in search of revenge. Not after
she’d sacrificed so much to keep him safe.
“Instead
you lured me into the private rooms and had your wicked way with me,”
she said, her voice filled with a husky promise.
As
she hoped, Magnus was instantly distracted, his hands grabbing her
hips to jerk her hard against his straining cock.
“I
didn’t lure you,” he denied, his stark features softening, as if
remembering the night she’d walked into the crowded bar. At the
time he’d been busy choking her worthless brother after he’d been
idiotic enough to try and use a marked deck when he was playing cards
with a vampire. Instantly Magnus had dropped Isali on the floor,
then, knocking several drunken fey out of his path, he moved to stand
directly in front of her.
“No,
you tossed me over your shoulder and hauled me away.”
He
lowered his head until their noses were touching. “You were mine.”
Her
lips parted, but before she could say a word, he was kissing her with
a sheer hunger that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her trembling
body.
Magnus
struggled against the thundering need to lay Fia on the nearby cot
and lose himself in her enticing heat. He’d been alone for so
long, his bed cold and empty.
But
first he had to make sure that this was no fleeting hookup. Or
worse, some nefarious plot by her wretched family.
If
she left him again it would destroy him.
End
of story.
“To
be yours is what I wanted more than life itself,” she assured him
in soft tones.
His
hands compulsively moved up the slender curve of her waist. “What?
A few nights of fun with the besotted vampire?”
Her
hands threaded through his hair, her pale face hardening with
determination. “No, to be yours.”
“If
that were true then you wouldn’t have left.”
She
gave a soft gasp as his hands moved to cup the soft swell of her
breasts, his fangs scraping down the side of her throat.
“I
had no choice,” she muttered, arching her back in silent
invitation. “The debt had to be paid.”
He
nipped her shoulder, careful not to draw blood. When he finally
completed their mating it wasn’t going to be in a filthy dungeon
with a dozen vampires within hearing distance.
“You
could have told your father to go to hell and stayed with me,” he
pointed out, his hand molding the luscious perfection that fit
perfectly in his palm.
She
gave a low moan, her hands tugging impatiently at his hair. He
obviously wasn’t the only one who was anxious for some alone time.
“Not
without putting you in danger.”
He
stiffened at her low words, slowly lifting his head. “What the
hell are you talking about?”
“My
father threatened to use his powers against you if I didn’t give
into his demands.”
Magnus
gave a low growl, the temperature in the cell dropping by several
degrees. Was she implying that he was too weak to protect himself,
or her?
“You
think I feared your father?”
Her
expression tightened with exasperation. “No, which is precisely
why I had to do something. You dismissed him as a harmless sprite,
but he was capable of placing a spell on you that could have turned
you to ash before you even knew you were in danger.”
He
hesitated. He’d heard that male fire sprites had the power to
destroy vampires, but he’d always assumed it was a myth.
“Your
father?”
“Why
do you think the previous Anasso tried to hunt us into extinction?”
Magnus
grimaced. “He was certifiably insane.”
“True.”
She shuddered, no doubt recalling the centuries they’d been forced
into hiding to avoid the one-time King of Vampires. “But he knew
that there were a few of my people who were powerful enough to be a
threat.”
“So
your father blackmailed you into leaving?”
She
gave a small nod. “Yes. I couldn’t risk having you hurt.”
Bloody
hell. His heart twisted with regret. All this time he’d been
cursing her as a bitch who’d betrayed him. When she’d sacrificed
everything to keep him safe.
It
was going to be a long time before he forgave himself. And the gods
knew, he never intended to forgive her worthless family.
“Why
did you steal my amulet?” he softly asked.
“Because
it allowed me to maintain a connection to you even when we were
separated,” she explained. “I could sense you, no matter how far
apart we were separated. I had to be certain that my father kept his
promise.”
“Goddammit,
Fia,” he snarled in frustration, unable to bear the knowledge that
she’d needed him and he had failed her. It ate like acid on his
soul. “One word and I would have come for you. Anywhere.
Anytime.”
“I
know.” A wistful sadness darkened her eyes. “That’s why I
didn’t contact you.”
His
hands lifted to lightly trace the delicate lines of her face, a deep
dread twisting his stomach. “The troll...”
“No.”
Her tone was as unyielding as steel. “That’s the past. All I
care about now is the future.”
Magnus
wavered, quivering with the need to press for information. Not to
hurt her, but to know everything about the troll he intended to kill
before the week was over. At last, he forced himself to squash his
furious need for vengeance.
That
could wait. For now, he simply wished to rejoice in finally having
her back where she belonged.
His
fingers tucked her curls gently behind her ears, as his gaze savored
the pale beauty of her face.
“Why
did you sneak into the lair?” he demanded. “You could have
called me and explained what happened.”
“Would
you have talked to me or would you have hung up the minute you heard
my voice?” she asked, her lips twisting as he grimaced. “Exactly.
The same thing would have happened if I’d knocked on the front
door. I had to do something to get you to listen to me.”
She
was right. She had to do something dramatic to get past his bitter
defenses.
He
hoped she was prepared for the consequences of her spectacular
success.
Out
of patience, Magnus scooped her in his arms and headed out of the
cell. He wasn’t sure he could wait until they were safely tucked
in the privacy of his lair, but Styx had a dozen guestrooms. He
intended to find the closest one.
“That’s
the last risk you will be taking, my little sprite,” he informed
her, even knowing that this independent female would always do
precisely as she wanted.
The
garnet eyes flickered with the fire that burned deep inside her, a
wicked smile curving her lips. “Ah,” she purred in thick tones.
“That’s the arrogant vampire I remember.”
“I
failed to protect you before, but never again,” he swore. “From
this day forward you’re never going to be out of my sight again.”
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About Alexandra Ivy
Alexandra Ivy is the New
York Times bestselling author of the Guardians of Eternity series,
the Immortal Rogues series and the Sentinels.
Alexandra graduated from
Truman University with a degree in theatre before deciding she
preferred to bring her characters to life on paper rather than stage.
She currently lives in Missouri with her extraordinarily patient
husband and teenage sons.
Connect with Alexandra Ivy here:
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