(The Fae Games, #5)
Publication date: July 2nd 2019
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance
Sorceress, enchantress, deceiver, murderer—I’ve been called all those and more, some that might make you blush. Lucky for me, I couldn’t care less what people think about me. I’ve had my sights set on one thing for the last thousand years, and that’s all that matters. I’ll do whatever it takes to find the cauldron, even if it means taking on a partner. They call him a knight in shining armor. For me, he’s my golden ticket. He fell into my lap, quite literally, and now he’s going to help me get what I want.
I don’t play particularly well with others, but he’s the best shot I’ve got, so I’ll hop on that train and hope it gets me where I need to go. He thinks he’s going to crack my shell and see what’s on the inside, like maybe there’s a warm gooey center to make up for the hard exterior. He’s in for a world of disappointment. Everything soft and delicate about me became rough and hardened a long time ago. I’m Morgan Le Fay, and I’m the villain in this story.
“Don’t be absurd. I’m not having sex in Magda’s house, and I told you it wasn’t happening again, anyway. I only agreed to fuel your magic that one time, nothing more.” My smile died as the words came out, and Knight’s playful manner charged to something visceral.
The air in the room thickened, and my heartbeat hammered in my throat. Knight’s lips lifted seductively as he placed the pad of his thumb against the pulse point on my neck.
“That’s not what this says. The thrumming of your heart tells me just the suggestion of having me inside you excites you. You want me as much as I want you. Lucky for you, I had no plans of ravaging you tonight. The noises you’ll make when I’m inside you would terrify poor Magda.”
I took in a steadying breath through my nose, trying not to broadcast how profoundly Knight’s words had affected me.
“I don’t think we need to fear her, but I also don’t think she’s so meek as she would have us believe. She knew about you, that you had suffered. I have no doubt she knew plenty about me as well.”
His features hardened, jaw muscles contracting. “Even more reason to be on our guard. Now, get ready for bed—the sooner this is over, the sooner I can fuck you properly.” He spun me around and placed a sharp swat on my rear.
I yipped in surprise and glowered at him, which only spurred him on. We washed up, and while I stayed in my clothes, Knight stripped to his underwear. Had he been any other man, I would have openly gawked without any problem. Considering our unique situation, I didn’t want to give him any ammunition to use against me. He already knew he affected me, the last thing I needed was for him to catch me openly ogling him.
Same as the night before, as soon as I crawled into bed, Knight yanked me against him. I glared back at him with as much annoyance as I could muster.
“You know, not everyone likes to sleep all smashed together.”
“Whatever,” he murmured into my hair. “You slept so soundly in my arms last night, your snoring could have woken the dead. It was a miracle we survived at all.”
I elbowed him in the gut with indignation. “I do not snore, you giant flea bag.”
Knight burst out laughing and pulled me in even tighter. His soft chuckle close to my ear made my skin prickle with awareness. I attempted to remain stiff and surly, but Knight had a way of withering away my resolve. With his thumb lazily stroking back and forth across my belly, he whispered to me softly.
“Not only do you not snore, you’re even more beautiful when you sleep. I hadn’t thought it was possible, but when you are drifting at peace, you look like an angel.”
For so long, I had accepted my reputation and played my part well. I fed into the rumors, and people saw me as a heartless bitch, treating me as such.
To some extent, I’d begun to believe it was true.
Until I’d met Knight.
He made me remember the person I used to be. Even more confusing, he made me wonder if I wanted to be her again. He made me think and feel a lot of things—all of them complex and terrifying. I wasn’t sure what to do with any of it. I certainly wasn’t ready to share those feelings—nor the tear that slipped from my eye at his words.
Jill is a Texan, born and raised. She manages the hectic social calendars for her three active children and occasionally spends an evening with her dashing husband. Aside from being an author and a mom, she’s an attorney, travel junkie, and voracious reader.
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