Humans
aren’t as alone as they choose to believe. Every human possesses a trait of
supernatural that lays dormant within their genetic make-up. Centuries of
diluting and breeding have allowed humans to think they are alone and untouched
by magic. But what happens when something changes?
Amara
Young has always been on the outside looking in. She’s the one lightning-struck
woman out of her group who has never felt as if she’s belonged. She lost a year
of her life caring for her dying friend, but now it’s her turn to find out who
she is. Only when the time comes, two men stand in her way—two men who claim
her as theirs.
Tristan
Archer, fae royalty and Conclave member, has waited over nine hundred years for
his fate. And now he has two chances. While one knows his path, the other seems
blind to what they could have. It will take more than a simple risk for Tristan
to finally have what he desires…that is if Amara and Seth can overcome their
own uncertainties.
While
the other two in his life are fighting themselves and their futures, Seth
Oceanus knows exactly what he wants. The younger brother of a Conclave member
and relatively young in his realm, he knows he’ll have to prove himself so
others see him for who he truly is.
As
the triad succumbs to their cravings, they will have to fight more than their
overwhelming feelings in order to survive.
Warning:
Contains an innocent merman, a very talented fae, and a human woman who can
outpace them both.
Sitting in a bar for hours on end wouldn’t help matters, but
Tristan Archer figured he might as well try it out. It may take him far longer
to get drunk than it would if he were human, yet he figured he’d give it a go.
After the hellish few months he’d had, he would try anything at this point.
He ran a hand through his short, auburn hair that tended to
look brown in the bar’s lighting and sighed. He shouldn’t have accepted his
friend Levi’s invitation to dinner and drinks at Dante’s Circle in the human
realm. He should have rejected the offer and gone back to the thousand other
things he had to do within the fae realm and inside the Conclave.
Tristan wasn’t just any fae. He was a nine-hundred-year-old
fae prince with responsibilities that lay heavily on his shoulders. He was also
a Conclave member, where he helped govern every paranormal realm in existence
with another fae member and two others from each race. That was how he’d become
friends with Levi, a wizard and prince in his own right.
So here he was, in Dante’s Circle, a bar owned and named
after a royal blue dragon; the meeting place of seven women and their mates
with a history he couldn’t immediately comprehend.
Of course, it was because one of those women that he’d
rather be in the fae realm instead of the dark bar with oak paneling and photos
on the walls that spoke of generations of memories and connections. He’d been
here a few times in the past, always on the outside of the circle of
lightning-struck woman and their mates, but never fully excluded.
They’d welcomed Tristan into their fold, even if they didn’t
understand why it hurt him so to be that close to what he couldn’t have.
Or maybe they understood all too well. After all, one of
their own was the reason for his confusion, his torture. The object of his
desire.
“If you keep glowering at her over in the corner, you’ll end
up scaring her more than she already is,” Seth said from his side.
Tristan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, immediately
regretting the action as soon as he did. The man next to him smelled of the
sea. And hope. His heart ached and his dick filled.
Seth Oceanus was a merman, a friend, and his mate.
His true half.
Or at least one of them.
Not that he or Seth could do anything about it when the other part of
their triad didn’t feel the same way.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Carrie Ann
Ryan never thought she’d be a writer. Not really. No, she loved math and
science and even went on to graduate school in chemistry. Yes, she read as a
kid and devoured teen fiction and Harry Potter, but it wasn’t until someone
handed her a romance book in her late teens that she realized that there was
something out there just for her. When another author suggested she use the
voices in her head for good and not evil, The Redwood Pack and all her other
stories were born.
Carrie Ann is a bestselling author of over twenty novels and
novellas and has so much more on her mind (and on her spreadsheets *grins*)
that she isn’t planning on giving up her dream anytime soon.
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