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At the center of that darkness stand the powerful mage Houses, but the brutal murderer Ellie and Cam are hunting seems to be affiliated with none of them.
When nothing is as it seems, and danger meets desire head on, sex can be an act of war. For Ellie, ensnared between the man she loves and the one she must destroy, the battle is about to begin...
Praise for Shadowman
"Equal parts mystery, sexy romance, scary drama and fairy tale, this book is guaranteed to thrill and chill." ~ RT Book Reviews
"If dark adult fairy tales appeal to you, you should definitely check this series out" ~ Fiction Vixen
carriage Derek opened the door and stuck his head inside. “There are no road markers ahead. Can you tell us which road to take?” He moved aside so she could lean out the carriage door to see the road up ahead. She deliberately avoided touching him, not trusting her own reaction. “The fork to the left,” she informed him. “Tell Langston to have care. The road from St. Ives undulates through bare and rock-strewn moorlands and can be difficult to negotiate for someone who doesn’t know it.” Derek
intend to take care of you, whether you want me to or not.” “There is no need to shout at me,” Diana yelled back at him, her heart sinking anew at his words. “I can hear you well enough. For pity’s sake, Derek, you are close enough to be standing on my toes.” Derek shot her a murderous look, then glanced around. There was enough hammering, sawing, and banging noises among the work crew to prevent their shouting from attracting an audience for the moment. Impulsively, Derek grabbed her arm in a
agree Jonathan Marlow is a dangerous man,” Diana said, placing the papers she had been reading on the tea table. Everyone nodded in accordance. “If Marlow is, as we believe, the man behind all this nonsense, then I fear I have placed Tristan and Caroline in grave danger by living here with them. I’m going upstairs to begin my packing. I should be completed within the hour.” The room erupted in pandemonium as everyone began talking and shouting at once. “We just won’t hear of it, Diana.” Tristan
them. And then her eyes flew open wide as she heard a loud female voice answer her husband. “You must not blame Dobbs for any of this, Derek,” the female voice said. “I have been waiting all morning to speak with you, but there was no sign you would be arising anytime soon. Then one of the maids let it slip that you didn’t leave your room at all yesterday. I just knew I had to take some action.” “Oh, really?” Derek’s voice was dangerously cold. “Um, yes.” Diana squirmed forward in the bed,
mob of curious well-wishers. After a time, Derek politely broke away from the crowd, steering Diana on a slow tour of the enormous room. As they strolled, Derek occasionally introduced her to a select few and offered a congenial greeting to others. By the time they completed the circuit around the ballroom, Diana felt the color rising in her cheeks. She had never before been subjected to such intense scrutiny. Her nerves were no longer stretched to the breaking point, and she felt surprisingly