Title: Moonlight Magic Box Set
Livia Quinn’s Story: Blood Moon
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy
There’s a new supe in Destiny. She sauntered into the Moat of Morpheus a redheaded violet-eyed warrior carrying a giant head-splitter of a sword and wielding it with magic. Her name was Cinder. River felt an immediate attraction as well as a lifting of the despair that had been his only companion for months. But it was short lived.
She was there to kill a dragonhunter and accused River of hiding the truth about him. Turns out, she was right. River had a secret and his own reasons for remaining quiet. If he couldn’t break free of the villain’s control, there would be devastating consequences for his family and ultimately, the 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 echoes from their past bring a shattering revelation about their Paramortal family and the dragonhunter’s true identity, the full disclosure neither could have anticipated. Can they forgive the past to overcome their common enemy or will the news tear their relationship and the Paramortals apart forever?
Excerpt (Blood Moon by Livia Quinn):
“Oh, Conor. I failed.”
He placed his hands on her shoulders and peeled her away from him. He sensed Montana’s presence as he put Cinder at arm’s length and looked into her distraught features. His sister was famous for never allowing people or problems to get to her, for seeing humor in most any situation. This was new. “ Piuthar bheag, what has you so upset.”
Cinder looked at Montana who raised her shoulders and looked at the house in question, but Cinder shook her head. “It does not matter if you have seen me trash my heritage or my total failure. It will be well known before long.”
Conor didn’t accept her self-flagellation. “Hush, now, sister. Tell me whit happened.”
Cinder’s breath shuddered out. “I tracked the dragonhunter. Styx, I heard his men call him. They met in the woods behind the Moat of Morpheus.” Her eyes searched his. “It was as sure a kill as I could ever hope for but…” Her voice trailed away as she looked at Montana and then at the ground. Her shoulders slumped as she whispered, “I couldn’t do it.”
Conor frowned. He couldn’t have heard right. “How do you mean? Why couldn’t you complete your blood calling? Whit could have stopped you?”
Her stricken eyes rose to his. “I sensed something in him.” She shook her head violently as Conor opened his mouth to speak. “I don’t know, Conor. It felt¾I felt… connected to him somehow, as if in killing… in killing him I would destroy a part of myself.” Tears filled her eyes as the devastating thought took hold. “How can that be? It is my duty, my blood work to kill dragonhunters. What is wrong with me?”
Conor’s mind raced. Cinder was part fae. Could this be a trick by the dragonhunter? They didn’t know this Styx’ true nature. Even if he was a fae, it should not matter. There was no reason why she wouldn’t be able to take out another fae if that was her mission. As with all life forms, dragons were created with a purpose and Cinder was a special sub species. Only a few ever existed and they were relentless in their pursuit of their prey.
Montana spoke for the first time, as usual reading his mind. “Do you think Petre and Arabella might know something?” She knew him so well.
Cinder looked questioningly at Montana. “Who are these people you speak of?”
Conor said, “They are the king and queen of faerie folk here. That is a good suggestion, Montana. Thank you for reminding me.”
Montana smiled at his thoughtful response. He knew how uncomfortable she’d been on their visit to the Faerie Inn. The Fae king had a special appetite for vampires, but because of their gushing exuberance at Conor’s presence they’d shown special… tolerance in her presence.
“They can tell us of any new fae arrivals and perhaps enlighten you about your own heritage,” said Conor. “I’m sorry, Cinder, I should have made it my business to know more before you found yerself in this position. I wish we could leave now, but two dragons flying over Destiny in broad daylight would cause a stir, ya ken?”
He hoped to gain a smile from his little sister but the look on her face told him she was back reliving the moment when she’d been unable to fulfill her mission.
“You could call a taxi,” said Montana. Two sets of eyes snapped toward her. She raised her hands and grinned, “What? You’ve never taken a taxi?”
When they continued to gape at her she shrugged. “It’s like you always say, Conor. ‘Needs must’.”