1. Honora, with being a mercenary, how do you have time for a love life?
I don’t. My relationship with Brennan wasn’t quite something I’d planned.
That’s...complicated. I’ve moved on from thinking of him as a dark elf. Now, he’s just Brennan. Besides, he isn’t the one who killed my parents.
3. That’s a good way to think about it. You’re more than human. What kind of powers do you have?
Mostly I use my physical prowess to fight, but I do have magical abilities yes. I possess fire magic, which is interesting since Brennan relies on ice magic. *smiles* Opposites apparently do attract.
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Title: CaptivatedAuthor: Sarah Mäkelä
Genre: Erotic Fantasy Romance, Paranormal
Publisher: Total-e-Bound Publishing
Format: Ebook
Length: 60 pages
Purchase: Total-e-Bound | Amazon |
Book Description:
Brennan
O’Niall doesn’t know what it is about Honora that makes him crave her, but he
wants to find out. However, when she’s charged with the murder of a friend,
he’ll have to discover the truth and decide just how much she means to him.
Excerpt:
Gritting her
teeth, Honora Butler sneaked farther into the dark, snowy forest. Danger lurked
within the shadows, and she would kill or be killed. Death didn’t intimidate
her anymore. She knew it too well.
Everyone
she’d loved had been taken from her.
Snow crunched
beneath the soles of her knee-high leather boots. When she was young, the
Mercenary Guild had taken her in. They’d seen her abilities and her
determination. They’d trained her, given her a chance when she’d wanted only to
die, and now she did what she bloody well could to make sure the dark beings of
the Unseelie Court
A horrified
scream erupted ahead, beckoning her deeper into the forest. It had to have been
caused by her prey. Picking up her pace, she pulled a throwing knife from its
sheath. Her magic surged into the blade, filling it with power and making the
metal white—hot.
The trees
broke into a clearing. The cause of the cries stood in the dirt road. A woman
cowered on the ground while a short, stocky man dressed in blood red with a
matching hat sneered at her. He looked to be having far too good a time.
"I have
a husband and kids. Please, don’t hurt me," the woman whimpered. "My
master…he’ll—"
The Fear Dearg snorted and crossed his arms in front of him. He stared down his crooked nose at the terrified woman as if pondering what to do first.
Honora
doubted the woman was in immediate danger. The Red Man mostly engaged in cruel
pranks on those he sought, but that wouldn’t stop her from killing him. Her
mission in life was to rid the world of malevolence.
She slid from
the trees, taking one quiet step after another. "Na dean maggadh
fum," she said. Those words, ‘do not mock me’, were the best chance she
had to take him down without a problem.
The Fear
Dearg jerked his gaze to Honora. His lips curled back into a snarl at the
interruption. "So be it. Now go on. Get out of here. Can’t you see I’m
busy?" He stared at her blankly, waiting. "What? You want my favour
and prosperity? Wait for your turn."
Just like
that, he returned his focus to the woman. He grabbed at her dress.
With a snap
of her wrist, Honora sent the throwing knife sailing through the air. A wash of
blood arced in a thick spray as the Fear Dearg collapsed, the knife lodged in
his head.
Shrieking,
the woman scurried backwards from the corpse. Her eyes were wide and horrified
at the sight of the dead faerie. "What have you done?" she asked,
glancing Honora’s way. Shaking her head, she picked up her large basket with
foodstuffs that lay on its side. Most of the food had fallen out, but the woman
didn’t bother gathering it. She took the basket, then ran off down the dirt
road.
What had that
been about?
Honora watched the woman until she disappeared around the curve of the path. She walked over to the dead Red Man then tugged her blade out of his skull. It came away easily, blood dripping off it in great crimson drops. She wiped it clean on his jacket before tucking the knife back in its sheath.
Her stomach
rumbled. On the ground was an unsoiled loaf of bread from the woman’s fallen
food. She stripped off her bloody gloves and crouched. She brushed off a few
leaves then tore a piece from it and lifted it to her lips.
In the
distance, she heard a faint noise like that of a large flock of birds beating
their wings. That couldn’t be right. Birds weren’t typically active at night
there. Yet the sound grew louder.
The sudden
realisation of what it was punched her in the gut. She dropped the bread and
raced after the woman. Honora needed to find the safety of shelter. She
couldn’t be out here when the Sluagh—restless spirits of the dead—flew over.
What they did was worse than death. They captured their victims’ souls.
Behind her, the cries became impossibly louder. She didn’t have much time at all. She had yet to spot any homes or places to hide and knew if she were spotted she would be connected with the murder of the Fear Dearg, and hunted. She wouldn’t be safe unless she found somewhere soon.
Chancing a look over her shoulder, she saw a horrible black mass darken the sky. Screams of their victims filled her ears then. They were close. She caught sight of an elegant manor off to the left.
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