Her destiny comes with blades and fangs.
Catching Keira is a re-release. It has been heavily edited and retitled.
Her goal: reclaim an amulet and go home
Keira A’Darcin doesn’t need distractions. An encounter with gorgeous, dragon warrior Rath tempts her to put aside her worries and enjoy a night in his arms. When morning comes, duty leads her away from him. As she continues on her journey, danger forces her to claim a pair of ancient weapons, changing her life.
Rath hunts the dark sorcerer targeting cities under dragon protection. His search leads him to a trap and then to Keira. Intense attraction burns between him and the sexy witch. Every touch makes him wonder if she’s the one for him and Damon?
In the last few weeks, vampire Damon Ro’Teir has helped rebuild cities and fought battles. He hadn’t expected to find their witch-mate in the middle of the chaos. Now that he has, he isn’t letting her go. Keira’s fierce, strong, passionate, and more than a match for him and Rath.
Although the desire grows hot between them, their enemy grows stronger. Witch, dragon, and vampire, they’ll have to work together to defeat an enemy determined to claim the power Keira now holds.
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Excerpt - Heat Level PG13
Keira’s eyes snapped open and she jerked forward. A hot lancing ache sliced through her neck where Rath’s teeth still dug into her flesh. She winced and froze. A dark-haired man wearing a long, flowing silver cloak stood at the end of the street. A huge merdanon waited beside him. She took a deep breath. That minion was going to die.
It had to be a minion, a lesser Dark Sorcerer. No Dark Sorcerer had ever spoken of themselves as if they were another person.
She cocked her head. Either that was a tall merdanon or the sorcerer was short. And younger than most Dark Sorcerers. She shook her head. His age didn’t matter. He was part of this destruction. He wore a deep red shirt and red pants. She shook her head. Was red supposed to be Gelain’s color?
Rath’s mouth worked at her neck for a little longer. He swallowed, but still there wasn’t the same drawing pull as with Damon. His tongue laved over the four punctures. The heat hit another high. Not from magic this time. She shivered and gulped. He finished. They should get to work. She tried to step away. He tugged her back against his chest.
“I’d never give you up to him.” His lips brushed against the shell of her ear.
“As if I’d walk over to him even if you did. Let’s deal with this minion and get on with clearing the city. I would like to eventually get back to sleep tonight.” She straightened.
The black-haired sorcerer stood at the end of the street, waiting. Did he expect Rath to urge her to go? Who had he dealt with in the past?
Tremors ran down her body and icy cold crept through her. Someone handed a witch to him at some point. Her fingers tightened on the sword. Oh, Lady. The Master Dark Sorcerer Gelain had at least one witch in his stronghold.
He couldn’t take power like a dragon or vampire would, but there were spells to leech power from a witch or wizard into a crystal. Any sorcerer could use the crystal to power large spells. She rolled her shoulders. They had to find him and make sure he couldn’t hurt anyone else.
“We have to stop him.” She glanced back at Rath, before facing the damn minion.
The Dark Sorcerer at the end of the street stepped forward. He was merely a follower. Before the night was finished, he wouldn’t be a problem. They needed to stop the master.
A black mist formed. It swirled and opened. Damon stepped out. Her throat tightened and her heart hammered against her chest. He was outside her shield. She raised her hand. Before she could extend her shield, he walked forward.
“I agree. He definitely won’t be going back to his master.” Damon neared her shield, but didn’t slow. He walked right through it and stopped beside them.
Keira blinked and gasped. How had he strolled through her shields? No magic should have been able to pass through them. She shook her head. Ask about it later. Work now.
“I called for you over five merdanons ago.” Keira narrowed her eyes. “Where were you?”
“I knew Rath had arrived. The feel of his magic is unmistakable. Since he was here, I stayed where I was needed until others arrived to help.” His hand brushed over her cheek.
She shook her head. Chat time was over. The Dark Sorcerer drew himself to his full height.
Flipping his cloak back over his shoulder, the sorcerer raised his hands. An energy orb flared between his palms. “If you don’t give the witch to me, I’ll take her from you after you’re dead. It won’t matter if she’s a little singed.”
Rebecca Airies has always loved to read. Futuristic, the classics, mystery, horror and of course romance from sweet to extra spicy--the genre doesn’t matter as long as the stories capture her interest and take her on an adventure. She soon discovered a love for writing and characters just waiting to tell their stories. Since that time, writing has become an obsession.
Rebecca lives in Abilene, Texas. She loves the outdoors, growing things, and working on crafts when she’s not lost in the worlds of her characters.
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