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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)

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Everything is not always as it seems.

Bono Black isn’t part of Cain Jones’s taskforce. He’s merely their pilot, but the minute he walks into a sex club in Amsterdam, he’s no longer an outsider to the war on their beautiful target, Sky Val.
Bono wants her like he’s never wanted anyone, and he’s a determined man. The only snags are three major obstacles. One, Sky belongs to the most dangerous sex dealer in the Netherlands who’d see her dead before he lets her go. Two, she’s undeniably involved in the murders of a senator and president. Three, Cain has ordered her dead. However, time is on Bono’s side. Before the team leader slits her throat, they need information on her boss. With the interest Sky has shown in Bono, Cain decides Bono is just the man for the job, and that seduction will be his choice of arms.
Life has never been good or kind. From where Sky Val is standing, life looks infinitely bad. Her existence is nothing but physical and emotional torture, but one motivation keeps her going. It’s a secret she can’t give up on. Bought at the age of sixteen for her forbidden art to manipulate time, Sky’s owner constructed the perfect jail to confine her. The invisible chains he put on her are much more effective than a brick-and-mortar prison. She will do anything her owner or his boss demands, even make the handsome, caring Senegalese pilot, Bono Black fall in love with her. Love is, after all, a woman’s best weapon when her mission is to steal a man’s secrets.

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Chapter 1

Bono Black flicked up his collar and ducked his head as he followed his boss, Joss, into the Red Light District in Amsterdam. People bustled around them, going about their business. As far as he could tell, they weren’t being followed, but he kept vigilant, watching out for danger from hooded eyes.

Not a breeze ruffled the summer night. It was too much like the quiet before the storm. The red lights shining above doors and through windows turned the canal into a river of blood on which boats lay quietly except for the occasional thud as they rubbed shoulders with the stone wall bordering the pavement.

Joss’s steps fell sharply on the cobblestone street. His own followed like an echo. Far-off laughter pierced the conversations of the strangers they passed. He dragged in a breath and exhaled slowly. The air smelled like doughnuts and caramelized nuts. Behind the eye patch, his empty socket itched, which was always a bad sign. Two more steps, and they stopped in front of a gunmetal door with a black arum lily engraving.

Joss gave him a quick glance from over his shoulder, his mercury eyes reflecting the unease unfurling in Bono’s gut, and rang the bell. A plate on the inside of the door squeaked with protest to reveal a peephole.

“We have an appointment with your fortune-teller,” Joss said.

A bolt being pulled back sounded on the inside, and then the door swung open. A man in a white T-shirt with the same arum lily emblem as the one on the door waved them through.

“Follow me,” he said after he’d patted them down for weapons.

The interior was painted black with red bulbs hanging overhead. They passed several doors, each fitted with a window that exposed the occupants. Some women were waiting. Others were working. The smell of disinfectant softened by air freshener created a sterile feel that was out of tune with what he’d expected from a sex club. The doorman led them past the peep shows and fuck rooms to an office at the back.

The man who sat behind the desk wore a military Steampunk-style vest. Bono recognized Doumar, the owner of the club, from the reconnaissance photos. Behind him stood a tall woman dressed in a matching outfit. She had a delicate bone structure and wheat-colored hair to match a striking, pale-skinned face. What held his attention were her eyes. They were a magnificent blue, clear like a cloudless sky over the Sambaya, and profoundly sad.

“Right on time,” Doumar said with a heavy Dutch accent. “I appreciate a punctual man.”

He motioned at the two chairs facing the desk. When they’d taken their seats, he leaned forward. “What’s your fetish?” He grinned, revealing crooked teeth. “After your future has been predicted, you may crave another form of entertainment. Sometimes knowing what lies ahead makes us realize how short life is. It makes men want to seize the moment, and what better way to seize it than burying your dick in a warm cunt? Fucking makes us feel alive, doesn’t it?”

“The future is all I’m here to seize,” Joss said.

Doumar’s eyes tightened. “This is a legitimate club, gentlemen. You can take your pick from the menu. There won’t be repercussions. No fear, no limits.” His lips stretched wide. “That’s our motto.”

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Necromancist (Seven Forbidden Arts #6) Read Online Charmaine Pauls http://www.ilovenovels.com/necromancist-seven-forbidden-arts-6-read-online-charmaine-pauls Thu, 03 Feb 2022 17:36:50 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/necromancist-seven-forbidden-arts-6-read-online-charmaine-pauls Genre: BDSM, Crime, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Mafia, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Authors: Charmaine Pauls Series: Seven Forbidden Arts Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 129113 (not accurate)
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ISBN/ ASIN:	1680463217 (ISBN13: 9782491833138)
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Nine years ago he took everything and left her cold. Now he’s back for more. The poor and troubled young man who took Alice Jones’s virginity nine years ago and left her cold is coming to London. Now a rock star, he’s to perform in the theatre where Alice works as publicity officer. Ivan Kray, labeled as crazy by the media because of the voices he hears in his head, seems to have an ulterior motive for the appearance. He says he’s in England to take back what’s his. Alice. Or is his true intention to take revenge for how her wealthy family shunned him? Ivan Kray has learned there are only two truths in life. Not everybody dies, and only people with money get what they want. After how Alice’s daddy threw him out on the street like garbage, he slaved for nine long years to make money, and he’s finally going to get what he wants. The same thing as always. Alice Jones. The only niggle is the voices in his head that won’t leave him in peace. And as if that isn’t enough, now the spirits are threatening him with Alice’s life. Note: Necromancist is Book 6 of the fated mates paranormal 7 Forbidden Arts series. Each book has a HEA. For the best reading enjoyment, the books must be read in order.
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Prologue

With the letter from the London Academy of Performing Arts in her pocket, Alice Jones ran home as fast as her eighteen-year-old legs could carry her. The news was exactly what she needed in her life. Now she could move a whole continent away from dumbass Ivan.

Throwing open the door of their Manhattan townhouse on Fifty-fourth Avenue, she called for her mom. “Where are you?” She dropped her backpack in the entrance and hurried to the kitchen. “You’re not going to believe this!”

The glow from the late afternoon sun caught a day’s layer of dust on the clutter-free marble surfaces. There were no cooking utensils or rinsed veggies on the central island counter, not even the habitual glass of wine.

She took the stairs two by two and skidded to a halt in front of her parents’ bedroom. “Mom! I’ve been chosen for the exchange program.” She yanked the door open with a squeal. “I’m going to London! I’ve—”

The scene in front of her cut her short. The room was dark with all the curtains drawn. None of her mother’s recorded arias played on the sound system. Clara sat in front of the dressing table with her head in her hands.

Alice’s gut twisted. The only things that helped when her mom was like this were sympathy and distraction. She’d go for the latter. The constant reassurance was too draining.

“Mom? Look.” She held out the letter. “They chose me. I won.”

When Clara lifted her head and pushed back her hair, Alice sucked in a breath. A clown’s face stared at her from the mirror. Red circles marked Clara’s cheeks and the tip of her nose while blue eclipses around her eyes formed a stark contrast with her white-painted skin.

“Mom?” She couldn’t hide the tremor in her voice. “What happened?”

Clara pushed a newspaper over the vanity top, knocking down bottles of perfume and face creams. Alice went down on her knees to collect the cosmetics, but Clara’s shrill voice halted her.

“Leave it!”

She straightened to study the paper. When her eyes skimmed over the unflattering critique of a theatre review, she understood the cause of today’s drama.

“I’m the clown of the music world.” Clara quoted the print by heart. “A fading diva who’ll be wise to quit when she’s at a high. Better placed in supporting roles, her leading days are over.”

She straightened and patted her mom’s shoulder. “It’s just one review.”

“Just one review?” Clara uttered a hysterical laugh. “Just one review? Are you listening to yourself? Don’t you dare patronize me. Do you think I’m a child? I’ve been in this business for longer than you’ve lived. I know when a nail is being hit into a coffin and that,” she pointed at the article, “is a fucking nine-inch nail.”

“Mom.” What was she supposed to say?

“Clara?” a deep male voice said from the door.

Alice spun around to face her dad. Thank goodness he was home from the office today and not at a meeting or dinner.

He crossed the floor slowly. “What’s going on?”

With a sweep of her arm, Clara cleared the dressing table, sending brushes and jewelry flying.

Her dad turned to her, his expression closed off. “Alice, give your mom and I a moment, please.”

She retraced her steps to the hallway and stood trembling on the landing. By now, she should be used to the outbursts, but she couldn’t help how they affected her. She clutched her stomach with one hand and gripped the balustrade with the other.

“What’s wrong?” her dad repeated.

“See for yourself.”

After a moment’s silence, her dad said, “It’s one person’s opinion.”

“It’s the one opinion in the world that matters most! This is what everyone thinks. They don’t say it, but they all believe it. Everyone thinks I’m a failure. All those years of sacrifice, of practicing hour after hour, of eating nothing but lettuce and apples to fit into those goddamn costumes, all of it for nothing!”

“Darling, calm down. You’re upset about one bad write-up, but you forget about all the good ones.”

“It’s over. My life is over.”

“There are other things in life than singing. You can teach. The opera will gladly have you.”

Her laugh sounded hollow. “They’ll be happy to have me where? Backstage, a shriveling star hidden from view like they’re ashamed of me? Am I to be discarded, too old for them or you? Is that it? Are you going to stick around, or will you throw me away, too?”

“What in God’s name are you carrying on about? I love you. You’re my wife.”

“You love me? You loved me when I was pretty and young. Admit it. You’re going to leave me for someone younger, a girl with a tight body and smooth face. Who wants to be with a fading diva?”

“Stop this madness, right now. I’ve never loved you for your voice. I love you.”

“Who is she? Where do you go at night when you don’t come home?”

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Geomancist (Seven Forbidden Arts #5) Read Online Charmaine Pauls http://www.ilovenovels.com/geomancist-seven-forbidden-arts-5-read-online-charmaine-pauls Thu, 03 Feb 2022 17:36:50 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/geomancist-seven-forbidden-arts-5-read-online-charmaine-pauls Genre: BDSM, Crime, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Mafia, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Authors: Charmaine Pauls Series: Seven Forbidden Arts Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 121696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)

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All is fair in love and war, especially when the loot is his woman. Sean Rivers lives with a dangerous secret. He possesses a forbidden art. As geomancist, it is in his power to destroy landscapes with earthquakes and volcanoes. Knowing forces of both good and evil hunt his kind, Sean’s job as mixologist in Cartagena, Colombia is the perfect cover. Until Asia, a zesty beautician walks into his life and wrecks the very laws of physics. When Sean and Asia compete for the premises where Sean intends to open his cocktail bar, he pulls out all the stops to win the challenge … to Asia’s detriment. Together, they end up catering for the guests of a drug lord who rented Isla del Pirata for a week-long birthday celebration, and the kingpin has no intention of letting Asia leave. If Sean is to rescue her, he’ll have to use his art, blow his cover, and maybe even his life.
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Chapter 1

Sean Rivers jerked awake from his dream. In his room above Jerry’s Pub, the thin yellow curtains glowed with the first light of the sun. The rest of Cartagena would still be asleep.

Lucky them.

He shifted on the lumpy mattress, trying to get comfortable in the hope of catching another hour of shuteye, but the humidity was already thick in the air, making his T-shirt stick to his skin. It was useless. He might as well get up.

Wiping a hand over his face, he blew out a sigh. As always, the guilt weighed heaviest on his chest after waking, when the past was still so fresh in his mind it blurred the lines between then and the present. In the dream, Maddy had died again. He’d watched helplessly, just like he did every other night, as the earth had cracked open and swallowed her whole. Her dark blue eyes, a mirror image of his own, had pleaded with him even as her fingers had slipped from his slick grip. He hadn’t broken eye contact. He’d seen the terror in her gaze as she’d fallen down and down with flailing arms and a billowing skirt. And then the terrible thump.

A shudder slithered down his spine. The nausea in the pit of his stomach had become as familiar as eating and pissing. He’d learned to live with the symptom as one would tolerate a persistent allergy. Swallowing back the acid in his throat, he inhaled the stale air and focused on his breathing until the urge to throw up passed.

The smoke from the bar clung to the sheets, the mattress, and his hair and damp skin. He needed a shower. He massaged his jaw in an effort to ease some of the tension in the joints. The sharp pricks of his stubble told him he needed a shave, too. Yet, he lingered another moment, putting off getting up, because once he did, the real nightmare, the one of facing another day, would begin.

When he couldn’t lie on the sweat-drenched sheet any longer, he sat up and pressed his thumbs against his eyes until sparks popped behind his eyelids. It exorcized the lingering mental image of the dream, but wiping away the guilt wasn’t as easy. The only purpose that motivated him to battle on was finishing what he and Maddy had started. Opening a cocktail bar in Colombia had been her dream. They’d made a great team, the best mixologists in the country, but she’d always been a better performer than him.

Another month or so, and he’d have enough money to finally make it happen. Jerry had promised he’d wait until Sean could afford to take over the rent. The plan was to convert the sleazy bar into a classy cocktail lounge and to open in six months, on Maddy’s birthday. Until then, he was content to slave away in Jerry’s bar, even if the long hours and manual labor left every bone in his body battered.

The pub had closed at two in the morning when the die-hard customers had left. He’d spent the next two hours stacking chairs and tables, scrubbing floors, washing glasses, cleaning windows, carrying crates of empty bottles outside, and hauling full ones in. Jerry had people for those chores, but it put off wrestling with his nightmares for another couple of hours. Physical exhaustion never delivered the redemption he was after, but he still tried. The mind with its built-in survival instinct was a fucked-up thing. The heart might give up, yet, the mind carried on, poking sticks into the wheels by trying to find coping mechanisms and defenses. In his case, physical labor had become his outlet.

He swung his legs from the bed and habitually reached for the crystal pendant on the necklace Maddy had given him for their twenty-seventh birthday, the last one she’d celebrated, but the weight of the stone was absent. He felt around his collarbone, touching nothing but skin. Despite the heat, his skin turned cold.

It couldn’t be gone.

Impossible.

Already knowing what he’d see, he jumped up and stalked to the mirror on the wall.

Fuck.

It was gone.

The only adornment—if that was the right word—reflecting back at him was the tattoo of the formula on his left pec. Newton’s law of gravity.

Dread filled his veins. He hadn’t taken the necklace off since the day Maddy had put it around his neck, not because as a geomancist he knew the significance of the stone but because it was the last thing she’d given him.

“Crystal,” she’d said, “to always protect you.”

He’d long since given up on the hope that the stone could salvage his soul. To him, it served as a reminder of the promise he’d made himself not to let her dream die, too. The dream was the only part of her he could keep alive.

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Hydromancist (Seven Forbidden Arts #4) Read Online Charmaine Pauls http://www.ilovenovels.com/hydromancist-seven-forbidden-arts-4-read-online-charmaine-pauls Sun, 11 Apr 2021 14:54:35 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/hydromancist-seven-forbidden-arts-4-read-online-charmaine-pauls Genre: Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Authors: Charmaine Pauls Series: Seven Forbidden Arts Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 94
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Maya Martin has a rare gift. It has been forbidden since the Dark Age, making her kind hunted both by government and forces that steal their art and sell it to the highest bidder. She is a hydromancist. She manipulates water. She can split the sea like Moses. Labeled a colored person in her country, Maya doesn’t fit in. She doesn’t belong with the blacks, or the whites. Mixed breeds like her with a Xhosa mother and Dutch father belong in the Cape Flats, one of the ugliest and deadliest places in South Africa. Life there is not worth a loaf of bread. Becoming the meanest gangster alive is the only way to survive. Violence became her value, fear her currency. Until Cain Jones came along. Joining his paranormal crime taskforce saved her from who she used to be. He gave her wars to fight that redeemed her soul. Nothing matters but the oath she took, to fight for the good of humanity. Her new life was on track until Cain sent her on a mission to Costa Rica to destroy illegal shipments of AK47’s smuggled from Mexico to Zimbabwe. The main suspect is Timothy Fardel, the Australian ambassador. Tim is like no man Maya has ever met. He is generous, compassionate and enigmatic. Their attraction is undeniable. He is also an arms dealer. He is the man she has to destroy.
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Chapter 1

Timothy Fardel pulled his attention away from the woman dining alone at the table next to him and his guests for the tenth time that evening. He redirected his gaze to the couple across from him to give them his undivided attention. Billy Malloy, a potential American investor, was vacationing with his wife, Ann, in Costa Rica. Tim had invited them to the restaurant to convince Malloy that his money would be profitably spent in the Australian beef export market.

“Mr. Ambassador, if you’ll excuse my frankness,” Billy Malloy said, “it doesn’t make sense that my company should invest millions in the beef market, when the country is crippled by drought. During the last quarter…”

Tim stopped listening. He couldn’t help or explain it. His senses were drawn to the stranger’s sea-green eyes, the oriental vanilla smell of her perfume, and the gracious way her slender fingers moved as she toyed with her napkin. Beads rattled as she flicked her dreadlocks over her shoulder. Her smooth caramel skin would feel like velvet. He noticed, not without unjustified irritation, that he wasn’t the only man staring. With high cheekbones, a thin and straight nose, and full lips she appeared exotic.

Tim rubbed a finger over his lips. She wasn’t a local. He’d heard her asking the waiter about the specials of the day with an English accent he couldn’t place. Judging by her toned muscles, she worked out. She had an air of adventure about her mixed with self-assurance and female sensuality. In short, she was exactly his type.

Malloy droned on, “…if we have a repeat of the recession…”

The woman finished a blue cocktail with a glazed maraschino cherry and a paper umbrella. She popped the cherry into her mouth and licked a bit of sticky syrup from her bottom lip. The waiter arrived with her meal. She had ordered steak and French fries … in Tesoro del Mar, San José’s best seafood restaurant.

“…just don’t see why I should give them a dime.”

At long last, Malloy stopped talking and sucked in a much-needed breath.

Ann, a pretty blonde who’d been pushing the point of her cowboy boot against Tim’s shoe for the last twenty minutes, gave a high-pitched laugh.

“I think Tim knows what he’s talking about.” She nudged him with her toe. “Don’t you, Tim?”

Tim lifted his hands. “Don’t take my word for it. I’ll let you in on national subsidiaries. If we weren’t sure about the future of the export market, do you honestly think government would’ve put its money there?”

Convincing Malloy wasn’t going to be hard. It was a done deal, if Ann Malloy could keep her feet to herself.

“If that’s the case, why are other investors dropping out?” Malloy asked.

Obviously eavesdropping on their conversation, the woman with the dreadlocks gave a knowing smile and cut into her steak.

“Maybe we should invite Tim out on the boat,” Ann said, “to talk some more.” She shot Tim a look he couldn’t misinterpret.

Damn, he needed that drink. He glanced around for their waiter. “If you don’t act quickly, Mr. Malloy, someone else is going to snatch up the deal.” He got to his feet. “Excuse me.” He nodded at Ann. “I’m going to check at the bar for our drinks. This is taking too long.” Slow service was a pain in his backside.

Deliberately, he took the long way around his neighbor’s table for a closer look. Tim admired her full breasts and long, deliciously arched neck. A vein throbbed under that velvet skin. He could see it pulsing, hear it pumping, and itched to taste it, to feel the flutter under his tongue. He expected her to lower her lashes under his uncivilized stare, but she met his gaze head-on, her strikingly green eyes locking onto his. He ran his fingers over the edge of her table as he passed.

“Do you seriously expect them to buy that horseshit you’ve been feeding them?” a silky voice asked.

He stopped dead, and turned slowly. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” she said.

“Are you talking to me, honey?”

“I don’t see any other shit talkers around here.” She leaned back in her chair, a challenge in her posture and expectation in the way she measured him.

He walked two steps back to her table. “Do we know each other?”

“No.”

His eyes were drawn to her lips as she offered him a smile. That generous curve was nothing short of scrumptious.

“As trite as it sounds, I think you would’ve remembered me.”

“Absolutely.” He assessed her figure-hugging dress. “New in town?”

She cocked a shoulder. “Maybe.”

“I’d love an introduction.”

She got to her feet. She was tall for a woman, a perfect kissable height for him.

“I don’t usually mix with government officials who steal unsuspecting businessmen’s money.” Her tone was amused rather than unfriendly. “Or their wives,” she added and, with a kiss over her shoulder, walked to the exit with swaying hips.

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Aeromancist – Art of Air (Seven Forbidden Arts #3) Read Online Charmaine Pauls http://www.ilovenovels.com/aeromancist-art-of-air-seven-forbidden-arts-3-read-online-charmaine-pauls Sat, 26 Dec 2020 14:11:41 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/aeromancist-art-of-air-seven-forbidden-arts-3-read-online-charmaine-pauls Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Authors: Charmaine Pauls Series: Seven Forbidden Arts Series by Charmaine Pauls
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He is known as the Weatherman. Lann Dréan is the last of his kind. With a price on his head and hunted for a power he shouldn’t possess, he can’t promise any woman forever. All he can offer Katherine White is thirty days of passion. But his uncontainable desire comes with an unforeseen price. Lann’s lust will cost Kat everything. Now he’ll do anything to save her from the fate he’s brought upon her. *This is the conclusion of Katherine and Lann’s story that begins in Aeromancist, The Beginning (Book2). The series must be read in order.
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Chapter 1

The air in the apartment was thick, not cool like when he was around. It had been two weeks since he’d left her, and Katherine White swore she’d lost her ability to breathe. All she wanted to do now was be sick. Fittingly. Her body was in withdrawal. What she needed was Lann Dréan’s touch. But she’d signed a contract not to contact him after thirty days. That was all he’d promised to give her. A month of the most incredible sex of her life.

“Come on, Kat,” Diana said, “you’ve been cooped up in here for two weeks. Come out for dinner with us. It’ll be fun.”

Kat swallowed down bile, trying not to vomit.

“Enrico won’t mind.”

“I’ll just stay here with my head in the toilet,” Kat said, not looking at her roommate.

“Kat.” Diana crouched down next to her. “You haven’t been well since … well, since you know when.” She wiped Kat’s hair from her forehead. “I’m just trying to help.”

“I’m in no condition to go out, never mind eat. Besides, I’ve got to work. I’m behind with my research.”

Diana straightened and rested her hands on her hips. “Is that maybe because you haven’t been back to his library?”

Kat rolled her eyes at Diana’s determination not to speak Lann’s name, as if that was going to prevent Kat from missing him. “There are other libraries, you know.”

“Yeah.” Diana gave her a condemning look. “Not with the same material. Not with what you need. Besides, you haven’t been to any of those other libraries either. You haven’t been anywhere since he left.”

“You and Enrico go and have fun. I—”

The wave of nausea Kat had been fighting broke. She emptied her stomach, the little of what she could manage at lunch, into the toilet.

When only dry heaves remained, Diana handed her a wet wipe and patted her shoulder.

Kat supported her back against the bathtub. “I’ve never had a stomach bug that lasted for seven days.”

“Kat?” Diana’s voice was soft. “I think you should consider an alternative reason for your condition.”

“Like what? Can’t be food poisoning. It doesn’t last this long. Besides, I don’t have a fever.”

Diana sat down next to her. “I was thinking along the lines of doing a pregnancy test.”

Kat looked up quickly. “Impossible. I told you he’s infertile.”

“You haven’t had your period.”

“I’m never regular. Lann wouldn’t lie to me. I trust him. Completely.”

Diana shrugged. “Then it can’t hurt to do a test.”

“That’s crazy. Impossible.”

“All right.” Diana got to her feet again. “Tell you what, I’ll stay in with you tonight. I’ll heat up some tomato soup, as that’s all you seem to tolerate these days, and we’ll watch a movie on TV. But before that, I’m going to the pharmacy.”

Thirty minutes later, Kat sat on the closed lid of the toilet. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and didn’t recognize herself. Her usually tanned skin was pale, making her eyes appear a brighter blue than normal, and her red hair was a tangled mess that fell to her waist. This wasn’t the girl who’d welcomed Lann into her life just over a month ago. That person was in charge of her life, knew what she wanted, and where she was headed. What reflected back at her, this washed-out version of herself, was the woman he’d walked out on.

Diana touched her shoulder. “Kat?”

She trembled. “It can’t be. It’s wrong.”

“Girlfriend,” Diana took her hand, “you’ve done two tests. They can’t both be wrong.”

“Why would he have lied to me?” Kat pushed to her feet. “He isn’t like that.”

“Maybe he’s not like you think he is,” Diana said sternly. She hugged her friend. “Come. We’ll work it out. First things first. Let’s go make you something to eat. You must be starving.”

In the kitchen, Kat took a seat by the table, her head in her hands, while Diana heated a tin of tomato soup in a casserole on the stove.

“What will you do?” Diana asked, her voice sympathetic.

“I have to do a blood test to be sure. If it’s positive, I’ll have to tell him.”

What Kat didn’t say was that she didn’t need the blood test to be sure. Deep down, she already knew the truth she tried so hard to deny. She was pregnant. It didn’t make sense, and yet, it did. They hadn’t used protection because Lann had told her he was infertile. If he only wanted a thirty-day fling, why would he have lied?

“You could just say nothing if you never want to see him again,” Diana offered.

“He has a right to know.” She added tersely, “And I have a right to answers.”

She didn’t go back on her word or break her contracts, but this was an exceptional condition. She picked up her phone.

“What are you doing?” Diana asked.

Kat dialled Alfonso’s number. Lann’s butler answered with, “Miss?”

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A PARANORMAL ROMANCE All that Russian aeromancist, Lann Dréan, wants is to enjoy a month of peace in the privately owned monastery in Santiago he is turning into a home. When an American literature student walks into his library of antique books, his holiday intentions change. The untouchable Lann is inexplicably enraptured. For all his famed control, he can’t stay away from Katherine White. Gifted with a hunted talent and a price on his head, the best Lann can offer Kat are thirty days of unequalled passion before returning to his paranormal crime task force in New York. If Kat consents to his terms, she will agree to walk away on Day Thirty. Forever. But his uncontainable desire comes with an unforeseen price. (This book ends on a cliffhanger. The story concludes in Aeromancist, Book 3, 7 Forbidden Arts.)
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Chapter 1

Whoa!

The glider in front of Lann Dreán dropped thirty feet, its left wing plunging toward the rugged peaks of the Santiago Andes Mountains. The Russian aeromancist tightened his fingers around his control stick in an involuntary reaction. Just in time, the erring pilot, Frank, righted the wings and caught a slipstream that carried the glider up.

Feminine laughter sounded in Lann’s headphones.

Mudak. Frank’s passenger should be frightened out of her wits, not sounding like she’s having the time of her life, which may very well be her last minutes if Frank didn’t quit the jackass stunts.

“Can you go higher?” she asked Frank. “Faster?”

Damn her. She was ruining the usual peace Lann enjoyed when up in the air. He knew the slipstreams, winds, and thermals like a mother knew her baby, and when they were on the ground, he was going to give Frank a piece of his mind for endangering his passenger’s life. Of course it didn’t help that the little hell’s angel encouraged Frank.

Frank chuckled. “I’d like to show off, but I’ve got to work with the wind. Faster isn’t an option. Higher could get us killed.”

Frank was right. He was gliding on the wave lift that pushed off the mountain peaks, and he was at maximum altitude for what conditions allowed.

The click of her tongue was mocking. “They said you were the best.”

Lann snorted at that.

Frank’s glider dipped sideways. Too steep. The maneuver evoked an ecstatic female shriek. Lann didn’t have to check his instruments to know the risk was uncalculated.

When Frank leveled the yawning glider, it bumped as it hit a downward airstream. The woman’s exclamation wasn’t any less excited. Fuck. She didn’t realize the aircraft was heading for a nosedive. With a flick of his hand, Lann created a mini cyclone that reversed the flow. The glider stabilized. He wasn’t supposed to use his ability to manipulate air unless it was during an approved and formal mission, but, even if it would serve Frank right to go into a tailspin, he wasn’t going to let the halfwit sacrifice his passenger.

Frank centered the yaw string three degrees too far west. His wing tipped again.

Lann couldn’t help but cut in. “Watch your tail, Frank. Crosswind at twenty degrees west, fifteen knots.”

“Got it, Lann,” Frank said. “I’m trying to scare this kitten, but she’s doing serious damage to my ego.”

Frank straightened his glider with an abrupt movement, making the woman giggle. She was enjoying the rough ride. Lann wouldn’t mind taking her on his own kind of ride. Her obvious love for flying captivated him. No doubt he could take her faster and higher.

“I’m going in,” Frank said, making use of a colder air current to make his descent.

She sighed. “Already?”

“We’ve been up for almost an hour,” Frank said. “Hate to disappoint you, but my time’s up.”

Lann wasn’t planning on going down so soon, but he requested landing clearance anyway. He steered the aircraft into the next down-current and pointed the nose in the direction of the club airfield.

His landing was a bit hard, but not because his hand was unsteady. His usually controlled temper threatened to explode. He needed to have a word with Frank.

The surge of adrenalin from the flight still rushed through his body as he lifted the dome and climbed down from the cockpit. Frank had taken the landing slot before him. His glider was already parked in the hangar, both seats empty.

Lann looked around for the pilot and his passenger. He spotted Frank where he leaned against the frame in the entrance of the hangar, gripping the wooden beam above him with one hand as he focused his attention on the female in front of him. That cocky male stance only portrayed one thing—sexual interest.

Whether the woman noticed or not, Lann couldn’t tell, because she had her back turned to him and he was too far away to hear what she was saying. Whatever it was, judging by Frank’s wolfish grin, he found it amusing. His reply made her laugh. She freed red, thick curls from a ponytail and tilted her face up at Frank as the idiot continued to spill whatever bullshit he was feeding her.

Lann pulled off his flying gloves and lifted the wing of the Glaser-Dirks DG-808 as he waited for a ground assistant to arrive. The back view he had of the little hell rider scored ten on all counts. Her shoulders were proud and her tight ass filled her faded jeans perfectly.

She cocked her hip and lifted her hand in greeting. “Thanks.”

The word drifted to Lann on the air, clear as a bell.

“Anytime, honey,” Frank called after her.

She skipped three steps backward, then turned and strode down the runway.

Lann watched her approach from under hooded eyes. Striking blue eyes. Luscious lips. Honey-bronze skin. The bounce in her step made that ruby-red hair move in time to the swing of her hips. As she neared, he noticed the flush on her cheeks and the gleam of satisfaction in her eyes.

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When you play with fire, you get burned. At the same time as mysterious fires commence to rage through Clelia d’Ambois’ home village in Brittany, France, she starts sleepwalking. Daughter of a Japanese orphan, Clelia’s heritage is riddled with dark secrets that threaten anyone she loves. In a recurring nightmare she sees Josselin, the haunted man who abandoned their village nine years earlier, come for her, but she doesn’t know why. All she knows is that she has to run. As fast as she can. Leader of a paranormal crime taskforce, Josselin de Arradon is called back to his hometown with a mission–find and kill the firestarter responsible for Larmor-Baden’s blazing destruction. Sensing that Clelia is the key to solving the crime, Josselin kidnaps her to use her as bait. The battle doesn’t turn out quite as he expected. Nothing could have prepared him for the truth, or the depth of his desire for his prisoner. This is Book 1 of the Seven Forbidden Arts series, but reads as a stand-alone. It contains adult content with explicit language and consummated love scenes. Suited for an adult audience.
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Chapter 1

Run!

Run, as fast as you can.

Joss was coming.

He was coming for her.

Clelia d’Ambois woke with a start. Beneath her, the earth was damp. Above her, pine trees had their arms thrown around one another in the light of the moon, the circle of old giants staring down at the intruder with quiet curiosity.

She jackknifed into a sitting position. Snow, her wolfdog, yelped. From farther away, the other three wolf hybrids, Rain, Cloud, and Thunder, howled.

The horizon was already a deep purple. Morning wasn’t far. The pine needles rustled in the breeze that swept through the forest. She shivered, not only because her pajamas were wet from dew, but also because the trees had turned restless as if sensing the danger.

Snow licked her arm.

She trailed her fingers over his fur. “How long have I been out here?”

If only he could answer. He trotted to the other dogs that waited on the outskirts, anticipating her command with a wagging tail.

“Home, boys,” she said, getting up and dusting her hands.

The dogs took off in the direction of the cottage, slowing at the top of the hill to make sure she followed. Trailing behind, she mulled over the dream that had accompanied her sleepwalking.

It was always the same. A helicopter circled over the sea, casting a net of ripples over the water while she walked down the jetty like a bug to a windshield. Around her, the forest bordering the island was dark, and beyond it, the village was burning.

The helicopter turned and dipped, no longer circling but with deliberate direction this time. They’d found her. Her heartbeat leapt with the flames as the aircraft landed on the quay at the end of the jetty. The sound of the blades vibrated in her chest.

Swoosh. Swoosh.

They rippled the air like a pebble in a pond.

The stink of fermenting seaweed broke through the salty scent of the ocean with every ebb of the breeze. It mixed with the smoke of wood turning into charcoal and the diesel from the boats. The hot carbon dioxide fumes burned her nostrils.

Her senses told her this was real even as her mind screamed at her to wake up. Yet she remained in the dream, standing frozen like a rabbit in headlights as the hatch lifted.

A masculine boot hit the wooden boards of the quay. The tip of a long coat slipped from the seat, revealing the dark shine of the man’s pants. He had to fold his body double to fit his tall frame through the opening. His black hair fell loose to his shoulders, the ends whipping around his face in the wind of the rotor.

Her breath caught as shock slammed into her chest. Even if she’d dreamt it countless times, this part always shook her.

Josselin de Arradon.

Joss for short. A village and castle were named after the French ancestor whose name he’d inherited. The castle still belonged to Joss, even if it lay in near ruins.

He targeted his gaze on her as if he’d known she’d be standing there at that moment on that day. Rooted to the spot, she watched helplessly as he advanced along the jetty. His coat flew around his midriff in the wind. Powerful thigh muscles bunched as his boots hit the ground. His features were older, but his jaw had the determined set from his youth, and his gray eyes had the same haunted look.

Joss was coming for her.

She didn’t know why, but she knew she had to run as fast as she could.

When the home she shared with her grandfather, Erwan, came into view, she pushed away the disturbing memory of the dream. The fisherman’s cottage stood alone on the French shore of the Gulf of Morbihan, on the Island of Berder, the Breton name that meant The Island of Brothers. It was high tide. The sea had washed up to the stone wall of their terrace. Erwan’s boat was gone. He would’ve left at four in the morning with the turn of the tide.

Their house rose white against the backdrop of the aquamarine ocean and a luminous-green grass hill. It was a simple home with a kitchen, bathroom, shower, and two bedrooms. Around the back, they had a chicken coop for rabbits, hedgehogs, and turtles, a shed for Erwan’s fishing gear, and wooden houses for the dogs. The stray cats slept wherever they could, usually inside, as far away from the wolfdogs as possible.

Snow sat down next to the wild rose bush by the door while the other dogs ran off to the beach. Caressing Snow’s head, she made her way inside. Tripod, a three-legged mongrel, lay in the kitchen on a cushion by the stove. She filled the black kettle with water and lit the gas for Erwan’s tea before laying the table with baguette, butter, and mulberry jam. When the water boiled, she turned off the gas and poured the hot water over tealeaves in a pot. After feeding the animals, she went upstairs to shower and dress.

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