What could be
more dangerous than loving a rogue?
Ephynia, a demoness with scars, has spent a lifetime serving
Nerafail, Lord of the Dead. When she unwittingly stumbles upon the one being
who can end her loneliness, the battered Angrail, her life changes forever.
Unknown to Angrail and Ephynia, evil lurks in the shadows.
There are those who believe Angrail and Ephynia are the key to preventing a
coming war—a war that they need to take place—and they seek to end their lives.
Can Angrail find
love in the arms of a demoness at war with herself? Or will the secrets hidden
within the bowels of their worlds destroy them before they can find peace?
EXCERPT
Ephynia froze, a touch unlike anything she’d ever felt
washing over her. Turning her head, she scanned the battlefield. Pockets of
gray mist navigated the fallen as other demons and demonesses stalked their
prey. All of Nerafail and Seraphine’s forces were out due to the numbers of
dead and dying. Souls had to be collected, penance delivered…yet there was
something tugging at her.
“Please, give me pity and I swear on my lord’s head I will
honor it. Do not—”
“Silence.” Ephynia lifted his head. “Else I bind your mouth
shut with your own tongue!”
Shaking the head, she ignored the vibration of the soul.
Instead her attention remained on her search. Something was there. Someone who
called to her.
“Where or what are you?” Ephynia tensed at the suffocating
feeling of power around her.
“Why do you not return
him to me?” Nerafail’s voice filled her mind.
“I cannot, master.”
Ephynia closed her eyes. “Something holds
me to this plane.”
“What?”
“I do not know. He
comes even now. I shall return as soon as I have killed the one who binds me
here.” Opening her eyes, she caught the gaze of another demoness of her
sect.
“Ephynia, what is it?” The other demoness adjusted her bow.
“Take this bottom-feeder to Nerafail. He has been
condemned.”
“What of you?”
Ephynia shrugged, she could not explain what kept her there,
but she would. “I’ve a new hunt.” Ignoring the prickle of unease at Nerafail’s
displeasure, she turned back to the battlefield.
* * * *
Angrail groaned, agony washing through him with the force of
the tides. The mangled body next to him wheezed with his dying breath, his
spirit confused. Cursing Nerafail for his binding, Angrail closed his eyes. He
could do nothing to aid the warrior, to carry him to his rest. Instead he lay,
trembling, freezing in the heat of the desert sun. Sweat pooled on his abdomen,
blood congealed beneath him.
The tip of an arrow wiggled with each wracking cough of his
body’s protest. He could feel the agony within the form he was bound to, and
the gnawing pain had him wishing for death.
Gasping at the icy touch of one from his order, he opened
his eyes to stare at the man above him. Compassion lay in those blue eyes as
they drifted over Angrail’s body before moving onto the man next to him.
“Please.” Angrail swallowed against his swollen tongue.
“Please, Thantos.”
“I cannot.” He guided the mortal’s soul to its feet. “Only
Nerafail can release you from your torment.” Turning, he led the confused
soldier toward the massive barge floating up to the battle.
“Your peace will come, brother.” Thantos’s words offered
little comfort.
“Nay.” Angrail
groaned, rolling toward his sword. His wounds would fester, the poison would
consume him, but he would not die. No, his fate lay in the hands of one who had
long ago forsaken him.
Born in a small
community, Elise Whyles lives in Canada with her son and husband. She’s
currently working on the next book in the Canadian Heros Trilogy as well as the
next book in the paranormal romance series Forsaken. Elise writes in multiple
genres, paranormal, contemporary, erotic, m/m. To learn more about her or to
drop her a note please stop by her website.
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This looks like a great premise, unusual and fun! Thanks Carin
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Thank you Carin, I hope its something readers can really get into. I had a ton of fun writing it :)
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