Series: Colour Wielders # 2
Author: Dawna Raver
Published: November 18th, 2013
Word Count: 109,000
Genre: Romantic Urban Fantasy
Content Warning: Erotic sexual material and language
Recommended Age: 18+
The epic continues…
Quinn Sinclair trusted Arik Morgaine until he betrayed her. Scared and alone, she finds herself delivered into the hands of the evil Morgana le Fay. When Quinn discovers Morgana’s plans are beyond demented and seriously depraved—making life with the Changeling seem like a day at the beach—she wonders if death is a better option?
Arik Morgaine vowed he’d save Quinn no matter the price. When his well thought out plans go terribly awry, a desperate and heartbroken Arik is forced to beg the cruel Triarchia for help. Unwilling to go on without his Älskling, he answers a question that irrevocably alter their lives.
Can Arik and Quinn find a way back to each other, or will the price of saving her rip them apart forever?
About the Author:
Dawna Raver is an author of erotic romance, romantic urban fantasy. When she’s not spending time in her fantasy world, Dawna loves football, reading, and pretending she’s a top chef in the kitchen. Oh, and fawning over her dogs and husband, sometimes in that order.
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“Zaira!” Arik yelled, standing outside Quinn’s _______ in Conifer. Thank the Gods Quinn wasn’t here to see the state of her property. The land was once again battle scarred. But the state of the royal sibling’s home was in ruins. But the property was the least of Arik’s problems. Buildings could be rebuilt. Lands could be _________.
Broken hearts weren’t so easily mended.
“Arik Morgaine! Why do you ______ me again? Do you fancy me your beck and call girl? You risk much by coming here. Morgana will note your absence.”
“Quinn thinks I’ve ________ her. The pain in her eyes…. I—I can’t do this.”
“Arik Morgaine, it is too late to turn the tide now. The lot is cast. You must stay the course.”
“What if she can’t _______ me? What if—?”
“Stand and be the man you are.” Zaira crossed her arms over her chest, her opal eyes narrowed as she looked down at him. “Would you rather the Princess enter the Fading Times? For that is the alternative.”
Arik forced himself to his feet sans his ______ swagger. “Call the quest completed,” Arik implored. “Let me take her home to the Magykal Realm.”
“You know that is impossible. Once the quest is set only _______ lifts its prohibitions.”
“I know who carries the __________ Valknut,” he said, playing his one trump card.
“Do you now?” Zaira lifted her perfect white-blonde brows.
“Aibrenne.” Arik ______ his chin and pinioned Zaira with a _________ stare. “And what’s more, I think you’ve known all along, haven’t you?”
“I will not deny your assertion.” Zaira’s voice was cool and unaffected as if they discussed the color of the sky. “Admittedly, I gambled. One that ______ to return the bargained for rewards.
Arik ground his teeth together. “Why does it seem like I’m the only one who cares about what’s at _____? Screw this! I’m taking Quinn out of there, and I’ll ______ it out myself.”
“Arik Morgaine! You will do no such thing. Either you stay and follow the Princess into the Marbh Chamber, or you watch her die. Choose now!”
Arik clawed both hands through his hair. “You don’t understand,” Arik said, his voice a regretful whisper. “This is killing me. I—I can’t be _______ her.”
Zaira blinked rapidly as if she warred with some decision. “I told you both your _______ would not be an easy one. I will do what I can.
Arik leaned his head back and howled, letting out his rage, frustration and fear. His dark emotions manifested into _________ clouds and loud claps of thunder.
Zaira lifted her eyes heavenward as she ______ for his fit to pass. She shook her head in a chiding manner. Her ass-long braid shimmied with her ire much the way a dog’s tail ________ when agitated. “It is about faith, Arik Morgaine.”
“Fine, Emissary, I’ll operate on faith.” Arik unsheathed Magyk Slayer and planted it in the ground between himself and Zaira. “But make no _______,” Arik said and glared down at her. “I swear to the Gods above and all we hold precious, if Quinn doesn’t survive this, I will use the Magyk of Making to make the _______ of the Dubh War look like a stroll through a field of daisies on a summer day. Are we clear?”
With that, Arik shifted away.
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