When youβre a half incubus, your reputation precedes
youβ¦
All eyes are on Gabriel Mac Braire the day he makes his
first appearance in the Seelie Court, including those of
Aislinn Finvarra. Despite deep bitterness over her last
failed relationship, Aislinn cannot help but be curious
about the half incubus who is known to possess dark magick,
both lethal and sexual in nature. Rumors abound of the women
who have become enslaved to his irresistible charms.
So when the Summer Queen of the fae orders Aislinn
herself to act as his guide in the court, she is
understandably on guard. Sheβs fallen under the spell of far
less persuasive men before. In addition, Gabriel might be
more than he seems and his true mission is far from
innocent.
This time, Aislinn must protect not only her heart, but
her very lifeβ¦
Excerpt Having no particular interest in womenβs clothing other
than when he was taking it off, Gabriel watched Aislinn. She
touched the gowns, examined their size and length. Talked to
the clerk about alterations, but she did it all with a dull
look in her eyes. Whereas Carina seemed beatific in the shop
with the ability to buy new things for court, Aislinn
touched the garments with listless, roaming hands, as though
searching for something that wasnβt there, something she
knew sheβd never find between the four walls of the
building. While all the time she kept glancing out the plate
glass window to the street and the passersby.
Aislinn Christiana Guinevere Finvarra of the Seelie Court,
supposed purebred Tuatha DΓ© Danann, was bored. Bored with
her life, yearning for more. That was another secret she
kept from her peers. Add it to the pile.
She had to feel so lonely.
The heaviness that had settled in his chest earlier eased a
bit. Maybe luring her to the Unseelie Court was the best
thing he could do for her. At least in the Black Tower she
could pursue her magick without fear of reprisal or
banishment. She could even be tutored to enhance whatever
skill she possessed. A woman as intelligent and as
interesting as Aislinn deserved that and more. She didnβt
deserve to be stifled and strangled in a toxic and
delusionary environment like the Seelie Court.
She wouldnβt be bored anymore. She wouldnβt be alone. Sure,
sheβd hate him for what heβd done. This couldnβt end any
other way. But in the long run sheβd be better off in Black
with her own people.
βI think I found it.β
Gabriel came back to himself, realizing sheβd browsed over
to the lingerie section. A distance away he could hear
Carina nattering at one of the store clerks. He walked to
her and saw she held a red satin and chiffon slip in her
hands. It looked long andβ¦fascinating. Sexy. Now these were
the kind of clothes that men were interested in, at least
for the couple minutes a woman wore them before they became
a heap on the floor of the bedroom.
His eyebrows rose. βTry it on.β
She disappeared into the fitting room and reappeared a
couple of minutes later. It covered her down to her ankles,
yet still managed to be the sexiest thing heβd ever seen.
The bodice cupped her breasts just perfectly, just the way
he wanted to. His fingers curled as he imagined doing just
that. The red looked incredible against her skin tone.
βTurn around.β His voice came out just a tad hoarse and he
realized he was clutching a silk gown off one of the racks
hard enough to wrinkle.
She turned and he lost his breath. The back dipped down very
far, all the way to the top of her beautifully rounded
bottom. He wanted to run his lips over every inch of
slender, flawless skin from her the nape of her neck to the
small of her back and thenβ
βGabriel?β Sheβd turned around and stared at him, frowning.
He cleared his throat. βItβs beautiful on you. Your next
lover will drool all over the carpet.β He knew that for
certain because it would be him. No way was he allowing any
other man to see her in that gown.
Aislinn was his.
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