Blood is book 6 in the Destiny Paramortals series. The entire series is available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07BW68FTH
She could destroy his world or save it.
Welcome to Destiny, home to the Paramortals since…well, forever…where human neighbors and their new sheriff live alongside shifters, dragons, vampires and a family of djinn.
Just don’t tell the humans.
There’s a new warrior in town. Dressed in red leather, the stunning violet-eyed fae saunters into Destiny’s supernatural tavern carrying a giant head-splitter of a sword. Her mission is to slay a dragonhunter and she accuses djinn River Pomeroy of protecting her target.
River feels an instant attraction to Cinder and relief from the despair that’s served as his only companion since his rescue from kidnappers by his sister Tempe and Sheriff Lang. But with her news, his sense of doom returns. It’ll take more than three wishes to get him out of this mess.You see, River has a secret and ample reason for staying silent. No matter what he does, his enthrallment promises devastating consequences for his family and the other Paramortals.
After his sister and the dragon sheriff go missing, River and Cinder join forces. But history has a way of coming full circle and the past brings shattering revelations about the dragonhunter’s true identity.
Can they forgive the past to overcome their common enemy or will the news tear their relationship and the Paramortals apart forever?
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River’s scowl returned until she nodded, her eyes flitting from him to the others one last time, then the great sword arced over her head to the bartender, whereupon the hulking shifter eased back into his chair and River relaxed. Efrit, he’d relaxedwhen he figured out she was safe from harm—from these miscreants, or Morpheus? This day just kept getting weirder.
She sidled in next to him, not scared in the least. His stomach muscles tightened when he got his first whiff of her scent, something powerful and exotic, and it slammed into him like a straight-line wind. If he hadn’t been propped on the bar he would’ve been knocked off his feet, which made his scowl deepen.
Her delicate brow rose and with a knowing smirk—it looked like that to him anyway—she said, “Sorry to interrupt your solitary pity-party but I’m looking for someone. Perhaps you’ve seen him?” Her gaze never wavered from his and River wondered if she’d been following him.
He eased back on his stool and slouched indolently against the bar, raising the glass to his lips with half lidded eyes. “And I care because…”
She rolled her eyes, long dark lashes nearly touching her eyebrows. The huge violet orbs returned to his, fearless and challenging, and sarcasm dripped from her lips in a lovely mesmerizing accent. “Oh, I didn’t expect you to care after studying you for the last twenty minutes, but don’t expect me to leave any stone unturned.”
So, she’d been watching him for that long. River resisted shaking his head in wonder. He’d been so absorbed in his new problem, she’d slipped up on him. Emotions continued to beat at him, turning his gut to acid. He set the glass down and raised his head, openly studying her. Not a local, judging by her dialect, but she was a real bad-ass. He grinned, guessing it would turn that redheaded temper up a notch. “Would you like a drink?”
Squinting up at him, she asked, “Why do you try to distract me with drink? I sense you are hiding something. Have you seen him? It would not be wise to obfuscate.”
He might have flinched under her fierce gaze if he hadn’t been struck by her choice of words. Obfuscate—hide the truth. Once again, River steeled himself not to react under that wild glare, wondering if she was one of many with some mind-reading ability. Was she some kind of faerie with those violet eyes? They were similar to Arabella’s, the queen of the Fae and Tempe’s friend. If so, she might already know what he was hiding. He maintained his expression of aloofness.
Receiving no response from him, she cursed succinctly and motioned to the bartender who walked to the end of the bar and produced her long sword. She turned toward him and River expected her to reach for it but with a slight tilt of her chin the sword left the bartender’s hands and sank into the sheath on her back…sliding home.
Her head swiveled back to him. “Now, I must leave, per the rules. But first, I want you to tell me when you last saw this man.” She whipped out a beige piece of parchment and an image formed, drawn skillfully with magical inks. He sensed it on the paper and was careful not to touch it.
She’d said when not if. River remained stoic as the elemental ink became bolder and the spaces filled in to reveal the face of the being he’d spoken to just hours before—Styx. He couldn’t lie so he deflected, “What is he to you?”
The high arch of one perfect brow preceded her answer. “Oh, me?” she said in a beautiful lilting cadence. “I’m what you might call a dragonhunter hunter. I’m going to take his head.”
Livia moved from D.C. to the wilds of Louisiana where the weather and culture of the region inspired her writing, both her storm faerie, Tempest, andher military heroes. She’s stored up fodder from her jobs as mail lady, salesperson, plant manager, business owner and professional singer to share with readers. Think of her as her characters’ biographer! On the bayou, she is protected from the alligators and bears by her husband and their feisty Pomeranian, Dusty.
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