Releasing in a few hours. On Monday April 22nd 2013 comes…
A Matter of Fate by Ellie Heller!
Someone is setting death-spells targeting mortals and elf blood alike. With her mentor out of commission, it’s up to half-trained Warder Mona Lisa Kubrek to stop the magic. Despite being told repeatedly her job is to nullify spells and not go after the source, too many people are at risk for her to not track the spell-caster down. Even meeting a sexy half-elf shifter won’t distract her from her goal.
Except Cart Dupree is fully trained and has the team to search for the evildoer, so she’d be stupid to not use his expertise. Stupid is something she can’t afford to be, not with her enemy’s henchmen after her. Later she’ll deal with Cart and his questions about her special abilities and the non-standard training her mentor has given her. Right now, they need to unravel where the magician is, and who he is, before he builds enough power to decimate them all.
First, though, they need to stay alive.
Sensuality Level: Behind Closed Doors
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NOW as I promised…the exclusive excerpt (only 2 authorized ) from A Matter of Fate!
Headlights flitting across wind-driven flurries, Mona turned the last corner of
the treelined drive to find the entry of the Warder’s complex in complete
darkness. The dashboard read six fifteen. Hell, given the crappy roads this
morning she was lucky she’d arrived only a quarter of an hour after her
scheduled lesson. She knew Smythe would be snitty about her late arrival, but
turning off the lights seemed a bit extreme.
Yet another reason to wonder why she put up with his crankiness. If there were
anyone besides the self important old coot who would teach her about wards and
spells, she’d take them up on the offer in heartbeat.
But this, this was just wrong. Even the motion sensitive floods stayed dark
when she pulled over to park next to a pile of plowed snow. One or two windows
of the castle Smythe called home hung lit and disembodied in the ebony bulk of
the buildings, so the power was on.
No, something was off here. As much as a pain in the ass Smythe could be, and
some days she swore he made it into an art form, he wouldn’t outright ignore
her. He enjoyed busting her chops too much.
In the weak winter moonlight, the blue shadowed gate and the crenellated wall
around the complex looked positively gothic.
Mona blamed the thought on too little sleep. Along with the sneaking worry that
Abner, Warder Smythe, might be in trouble. She shook the worry aside; the
complex was literally a fortress, built of stone and embedded with spells.
Besides, clandestine images apart, the place didn’t seem to show any evidence
of an attack. Apart from the gated entry being dark, and the eerie picture the
moonlight painted, everything seemed … normal.
But she definitely needed to check things out, just to be sure. She was too far
away to see whether the guard spells on the walls and gate had been breached.
First step would be to look at them and figure things out based on what she
Opening the glove compartment, she pulled out her flashlight, hearing Nic’s
smug “Aren’t you glad I made you put one in there?” She’d never told his
overprotective self how, after the first time she’d gotten stuck in the snow
heading out of Buffalo to the Warder’s to train, she’d made sure to keep one in
the car. Particularly since she hadn’t informed him about her training. So not
going down that road with him. He chose to deny his folk blood; she didn’t have
Mona bundled up and headed out into the lightly falling flakes. Her tire tracks
were the only ones showing in the inch deep snow. Aiming the flashlight at the
drive, she tried to find evidence of anyone coming by recently. Nothing obvious
struck her, no lost hubcaps, no distinct furrows under the snow. Hell, she had
no clue what she’d expected to find.
She cautiously moved toward the entry; last thing she wanted was to turn her
ankle. A strong breeze smacked her upside the head as if to ask what the hell
she thought she was doing.
“Look, I’m just going to check the guard spells, then head back.”
Crap, had she really said that out loud?
The wind slammed into her, so strong that another step forward became
impossible. She stopped and the gale force gust stopped with her.
Mona was reasonably certain wind sprites were incorruptible by evil. And this
wasn’t a spell; not a trace of magic threaded the breezes.
Whoever or whatever had requested the sprites’ help didn’t want her to go any
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