Can two Fae find the love they deserve and resist the wicked or will they become engulfed in the darkness forever?
Darkness has fallen, but it’s not the end of the world. Vampires are dangerous and the Fae are targets.
Sabra thought she’d finally run away from the vampires when she opted to hide at St. Elmo’s. No one would use her again. She’s not safe, but being a Fae, she has few options. She wants to be loved and cherished. Impossible, right?
Alyx Stevens is determined to change her mind. He knew from the moment he saw her in a vision that she was the Fae to save him. First, he had to find her. Now, he has to convince her to trust him. She’s scared, but one kiss proves she’s more than a conquest. She’s the woman he could love. But Sabra’s made enemies, and actions from her past could threaten her future…
Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of violence and death. There are references to forced sex.
General Release Date: 7th April 2020
Sabra stayed in the shadows. Not hard since the world had been plunged into darkness for the last five years. The Refuge had stopped smoldering, but her home in the building was gone. She had nowhere to go. Did that mean the vampires would leave her alone? Or would they come back even angrier?
She shivered. Ever since the vampires had extinguished the light, the world had changed. Sure, the warmth of the sun had gone, but the harmony of the planet had vanished, too. Some people cared about each other, but the vampires existed only to force everyone else into servitude. She didn’t want to serve anyone. Didn’t want to rule, either. She simply wanted to exist.
She ducked through a nearby building and into the alley on the back side. At any other time, the vampires cared whether or not the humans roamed the streets. Not while the Refuge had burned. The vampire frenzy would start up soon enough. They’d want to be fed and would hunt anything that moved.
Did she have enough time to move across the block to St. Elmo’s Parish? She wasn’t sure why the bland brown structure had been called St. Elmo’s—it wasn’t a church or anywhere anyone worshiped.
But if someone needed a place to stay, then they went to the Refuge or St. Elmo’s. Anything was better than being on the streets for another endless night. She kept the scarf over her head and headed to the house of solace.
If she had her magic, she could spirit herself. She held the coat around her body. The urge to flick her fingers to try to produce a spark was there, but the magic had grown weak. Ever since the vampires had feasted on her, she’d lost her faerie magic.
She hurried across the block to the nondescript brown building. The neon sign lit up the darkness around the structure. To anyone passing by, the neon looked like something in front of a bar. Maybe that was why the vampires tended to leave St. Elmo’s alone. When she reached the door, Niall, one of the doormen, waved. “Come along. You’re welcome.”
“Thank you.” She slipped through the doorway and into the foyer. She could breathe again. She passed into the main room, then up to the second floor. A group sat in the largest room in mid-discussion. Malachi, the wolf shifter who ran the parish, led the group.
“We can’t let the vampires govern the world,” Malachi said. “It’s not right.”
“Vampires being in charge of everything might not be right, but it’s the rule of the land,” a man she didn’t know said.
She shuddered and kept going. Vampires. The humans thought they were so great. They were considered scary, but hauntingly beautiful. Right. They’d been venerated. Jesus. The vampires had used their magnetism to convince the humans to hand over control. How beautiful were they now? The Fae King was dead, the humans were food and shifters were banned. If there were any Fae left, she didn’t know and hadn’t seen them. But everyone had initially claimed they were living their best life with the vampires in charge?
She removed her scarf and made her way to the bedrooms. Most were full, but sometimes she’d luck out. Maybe she’d even snag a few hours of sleep—if she found an empty room. She knocked on the door. “Hello?” She knocked again. “Hello?”
“It’s empty.” A girl with fiery red hair smiled, but never met her eyes. She ducked into another room.
“Thanks,” Sabra called. She turned the handle. When she entered the room, she flicked her fingers. A spark shot off her fingertips. Her heart leapt. She’d created some magic. Even if it had lasted only a moment, she’d done it. Glitter remained on her fingertips, but the more she tried to recreate the magic, nothing happened. Hope blossomed in her heart. The magic might not be dead.
She collapsed on the mattress. Part of her wanted to fiddle with the magic again and attempt to stretch her wings. The rest of her gave in to the bone-deep weariness. She needed to sleep. The vampires had used too much of her blood and if she didn’t recharge, she’d die.
Wendi Zwaduk is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to BDSM and LGBTQ themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com and the former AllRomance Ebooks. She also writes under the name of Megan Slayer.
When she’s not writing, she spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.
You can find out more about Wendi on her website or on her blog. You can also find her on Instagram, Bookbub and Amazon.
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