His perfect match—or the woman destined to steal his soul?
Graelen Scott has lived his entire life under the shadow of a prophecy—a curse that gave him unlimited power guaranteed to seduce him to an early grave. When a Tarot historian shows up with stolen family cards and a theory of balance, all hell breaks loose. But his insatiable lust for the blue-eyed beauty clouds his judgment, making it difficult for him to separate fact from fiction.
Determined to understand the secrets that have plagued her for months, Rena Gallagher lands on Graelen’s doorstep in search of answers. When fantasy becomes reality and a remarkable power sparks between them, a deep craving to surrender to his raw sexuality is revealed.
Now Graelen and Rena must race to uncover the clues that will break the curse before the seductive magick can consume he and his brothers. And before the darkness drives the woman he needs away for good.
Warning: This book contains a hot demanding alpha who enjoys the wild and unexpected and will go to any length to satisfy his woman, including magickal water sex and psychic voyeurism.
Rena woke with a start. Her gaze darted around the room as she tried to figure out what happened and where she was. She couldn't remember where she'd last been. Looking to her right, her eyes fixated on a bureau with some books and papers stacked on top of it. As she continued to take in her surroundings her thoughts focused, and she remembered she had come to visit Graelen Scott to tell him what she'd found. The memory of his anger over her information rushed through her as she recalled the level of fury and distrust that had transferred to her when he touched her. The intensity arching between them in that moment frightened her.
Lifting her head, she swung her gaze in the opposite direction to realize she was lying in a bed and she wasn't alone. Without looking at his face, she instantly knew that Graelen lay beside her. After that touch she'd recognize his aura anywhere from now on. He’d crossed his arms over his chest and his hands rested on the sleek fabric of his shirt. Inexplicably, she found herself imagining what he would look like without clothes. His slacks molded to lean, muscular legs and cupped an impressive package, considering his relaxed state.
Wouldn't I like to know what he's dreaming about?
Rena laughed at the incredulous thought and jerked her gaze away. She barely knew this man yet now she was wondering about his sexual dreams. That must have been some touch. Was there such a thing as sexual power when it came to people like him?
She gingerly touched the soft tips of her fingers to her forehead searching for a sore spot. With the crazy train of her thoughts she must have suffered a head wound when she fell.
When she found nothing her gaze drifted back to Graelen and continued its path across his flat and likely rock hard abs, barely disguised under the thin cotton of his shirt. But what really caught her eyes were his well-toned chest and arms. The urge to trace a path along the veins of his forearms overwhelmed her. She'd always admired men with well-toned torsos and ached to see what his would feel like under the pads of her fingertips. She didn't think one touch would hurt anything. Who would know?
She eased her hands towards his chest, hovering just above his cloth-covered flesh. Just as she was about to land her palm on his body, his hand snaked out and grasped her by the wrist, stopping her in mid motion.
“I wouldn't do that if I were you,” he snarled. “I bite.”
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