Moving to Mating Metropolis means giving into sexual whims with neighbors, co-workers, and strangers. It means forgoing long-held taboos.
Ben’s finally been on the receiving end of Sarah’s touch, and it hasn’t eased the tension between them one bit. It makes how she disappeared in the middle of the night from his home hit him all the harder.
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Will she agree to the new terms of their relationship or will she cut him off completely?
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Cobalt tasted the magic in the air; it gravitated toward Winter but didn’t penetrate. Every time he spent more than a few minutes around her, it swarmed. Not once had he caught her interacting with it, or even acknowledging that it was there.
Amarok burst with magic when they’d met here.
Energy vibrated toward the rear of the house, where he discovered Winter with a wooden ax, breathing hard and glowing pink. But the way she moved…
The beauty of it struck him.
This was her magic, it latched onto her twists and turns and swings.
Fury shone through. Pain.
Well, now he knew where she kept all of her magic. No wonder she’d made herself the most dangerous warrior of their people. Female or not.
Winter lowered the ax and peered at him in the shadows. She was a fierce predator.
It sent a warm thrill through him.
“Did you want a go?” She stalked toward him, the stomp transformed into something far more threatening.
The ax in her grip made Cobalt’s heart hammer, but she put it up inside the back door as she pulled out a set of practice swords. Winter held one aloft as an offering.
“We have staves, too, if you’re more comfortable with them.”
“Swords are fine.” The wooden weapon was a nice weight, close to a real sword.
She watched the way he tested its grip with a smile. “You’ve had practice?”
He nodded. “It was part of my education as a magic worker.”
“You never know what will pop from the depths of the unknown.”
That quirked his mouth. Cobalt didn’t smile often, but she had a way of testing his humor—dark and mean. He enjoyed it.
Following her out to the dirt and dying grass, he studied the colors swimming around her. Some might have called it an aura, but it was magic, waiting to be utilized. It also predicted her moves for him.
“We play clean. Death blows for points,” she said, easy with her command.
Another thing he actually liked about her. How could she be missing such a big part of herself and still be this strong? Other mixed feelings aside, Cobalt rather looked forward to seeing what she made of being chief.
She raised her weapon, and he mirrored her. Bold blues and purples flashed red before she moved, so he dodged and parried to avoid her strikes. The vibration of her sword hitting shocked his bones.
Bloody hell, Winter was strong and sharp and quick.
He narrowly avoided each attack and gained no advantage. Her color spiking red more and more consistently. Luckily, she’d already worn off some of her energy before he stood opposite her.
Lungs burning, he stepped back in retreat, and she lowered her weapon, but her eyes blazed with the want to win. Her frustrations churned across her form.
But this was a treat for him. How many got to fight her and survive? Although, if she’d really wanted to hurt him, kill him, Cobalt would have fallen long ago, but her rage wasn’t directed at him, without the adrenaline honing her training, and with his small advantage of a second’s earlier notice, he’d endured.
“You are brilliant,” he rasped out, peeling off his jacket.
Her gaze danced along the newly exposed tattoos, and was that appreciation?
Most didn’t understand them.
“Apparently, I’ve let my training slack.”
That stole a soft laugh out of him before he could stop it, and the way her features darkened at his full smile only delighted him further.
Cobalt was a sucker for punishment.
fourteen-part erotic paranormal romance serial launching ever 28 days in 2022
Thirteen Clans. Thirteen Males. One prize.
Winter Jarl is the most notorious female warrior of her species. Her father is chief, and he’s dying, so he’s cashed in on a promise she made long ago: he’s setting her up with an alpha from each of the thirteen clans before she takes over his position.
Sentenced to a year of isolation, she will spend twenty-eight-days alone with each man. By the end of it, Winter must choose one to stand beside her.
The challenge? She must be in love to produce an heir.
Cycle One: Chasing Winter
When Winter's oath comes due, she isn't ready to give up her freedom, her body, or her future. Too bad her nature won't be doing her any favors.
Thunder is young and inexperienced and the first to encounter Winter Jarl’s deadly sexuality. But he's got a bucket list of positions he wants to take her in, and he's willing to face her wrath just to check each one off.
Autumn Lishky is a quiet, little woman with a big, loud imagination, and a dirty one at that. Living in the Oklahoma City area, she has worked various jobs from pizza delivery girl to night host at a funeral home, but no matter the nature of her income, she is always lost in a world of fantastic sex.
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