Midnight’s End
Jill Ramsower
(The Fae Games, #5)
Publication date: July 2nd 2019
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance
Sorceress, enchantress, deceiver, murderer—I’ve been called all those and more, some that might make you blush. Lucky for me, I couldn’t care less what people think about me. I’ve had my sights set on one thing for the last thousand years, and that’s all that matters. I’ll do whatever it takes to find the cauldron, even if it means taking on a partner. They call him a knight in shining armor. For me, he’s my golden ticket. He fell into my lap, quite literally, and now he’s going to help me get what I want.
I don’t play particularly well with others, but he’s the best shot I’ve got, so I’ll hop on that train and hope it gets me where I need to go. He thinks he’s going to crack my shell and see what’s on the inside, like maybe there’s a warm gooey center to make up for the hard exterior. He’s in for a world of disappointment. Everything soft and delicate about me became rough and hardened a long time ago. I’m Morgan Le Fay, and I’m the villain in this story.
Excerpt:
“Don’t be absurd. I’m not having sex
in Magda’s house, and I told you it wasn’t happening again, anyway. I only
agreed to fuel your magic that one time, nothing more.” My smile died as the
words came out, and Knight’s playful manner charged to something visceral.
The air in the room thickened, and
my heartbeat hammered in my throat. Knight’s lips lifted seductively as he
placed the pad of his thumb against the pulse point on my neck.
“That’s not what this says. The
thrumming of your heart tells me just the suggestion of having me inside you
excites you. You want me as much as I want you. Lucky for you, I had no plans
of ravaging you tonight. The noises you’ll make when I’m inside you would
terrify poor Magda.”
I took in a steadying breath through
my nose, trying not to broadcast how profoundly Knight’s words had affected
me.
“I don’t think we need to fear her,
but I also don’t think she’s so meek as she would have us believe. She knew
about you, that you had suffered. I have no doubt she knew plenty about me as
well.”
His features hardened, jaw muscles
contracting. “Even more reason to be on our guard. Now, get ready for bed—the
sooner this is over, the sooner I can fuck you properly.” He spun me around and
placed a sharp swat on my rear.
I yipped in surprise and glowered at
him, which only spurred him on. We washed up, and while I stayed in my clothes,
Knight stripped to his underwear. Had he been any other man, I would have
openly gawked without any problem. Considering our unique situation, I didn’t
want to give him any ammunition to use against me. He already knew he affected
me, the last thing I needed was for him to catch me openly ogling him.
Same as the night before, as soon as
I crawled into bed, Knight yanked me against him. I glared back at him with as
much annoyance as I could muster.
“You know, not everyone likes to
sleep all smashed together.”
“Whatever,” he murmured into my
hair. “You slept so soundly in my arms last night, your snoring could have
woken the dead. It was a miracle we survived at all.”
I elbowed him in the gut with
indignation. “I do not snore, you giant flea bag.”
Knight burst out laughing and pulled
me in even tighter. His soft chuckle close to my ear made my skin prickle with
awareness. I attempted to remain stiff and surly, but Knight had a way of
withering away my resolve. With his thumb lazily stroking back and forth across
my belly, he whispered to me softly.
“Not only do you not snore, you’re
even more beautiful when you sleep. I hadn’t thought it was possible, but when
you are drifting at peace, you look like an angel.”
For so long, I had accepted my
reputation and played my part well. I fed into the rumors, and people saw me as
a heartless bitch, treating me as such.
To some extent, I’d begun to believe
it was true.
Until I’d met Knight.
He made me remember the person I used to be. Even more
confusing, he made me wonder if I wanted to be her again. He made me think and
feel a lot of things—all of them complex and terrifying. I wasn’t sure what to
do with any of it. I certainly wasn’t ready to share those feelings—nor the
tear that slipped from my eye at his words.
Author Bio:
Jill is a Texan, born and raised. She manages the hectic social calendars for her three active children and occasionally spends an evening with her dashing husband. Aside from being an author and a mom, she’s an attorney, travel junkie, and voracious reader.
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