Hello readers. Today I am featuring Sonja Gunter's Witch DNA Trilogy Series. She just released the third book in the series, "Ebba's Enchantment." Dive into the details for all three books with sneak peeks, book details and more. Read all about this fantasy romance series and purchase your copies today. Happy reading :).
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Saturday, August 1, 2026
"Ebba's Enchantment," by: Sonja Gunter — New Release Tour & Giveaway!
Ebba's Enchantment
The Witch DNA Trilogy Book 3
by: Sonja Gunter
Genre: Fantasy Romance, Romantasy, Urban Fantasy
Ebba took the chance to glance at him. He had sunglasses on, which hid his eyes. Would they be blue? To go with his brown hair? Realizing he was waiting for a
reply, she sighed. “My booth is the one with all the people lined up in front of it. Over there to the right.” She pointed in the direction they were walking.
“Wow. What are you serving?”
“The same thing I’ve done for the last two years.Subs.”
The man stopped suddenly. “Subs? That’s it?”
“Yes. I have only two things on my menu. One is a chopped Italian sub. I bake bread in the shape of a fish and add chopped-up prosciutto, pepperoni, and salami, along with lettuce, onion, tomato, and provolone cheese. I have my own special Italian vinaigrette dressing that I add to it too. The second item is my bestseller, a dill pickle sub.”
They continued walking toward her booth.
“A dill pickle sub? Never heard of that or had one before. What is it?”
“Glad you asked. I use sliced dill pickles that I order from a local Amish woman. The key is to use a small layer of mayonnaise on the pickles. This seals in any leftover juices from the pickle. Then I layer on turkey and prosciutto with cheddar cheese, a tomato, and a lettuce leaf.”
“Ebba! Hurry up. We need those plates.”
She waved to Narda, who was signaling to her. “Oh my. We better hurry. The line has gotten very long.” With hurried steps, she directed the man carrying the bin to the back of the booth.
“It’s about time. Did you see all the people waiting?”
Ebba looked at Narda. “Be glad we have plates. I almost dropped the bin. This man saved it—and me—from falling.”
“Where do you want this?”
She and Narda looked at the man in unison.
“Oh, sorry. Just set it down there.” Narda pointed to an empty spot on the table. Once he set it down, she opened it and took out a stack of plates. “Thanks for saving my sis. I’ll take these up front and let Opaline know you’ve returned.”
Ignoring Narda’s sarcastic reply, she turned to the man.
“Thanks again—”
“Neal, I’ve been looking for you. I see you’ve met Ms. Mignon. I was setting up the equipment before she left.”
What the heck? This man, who helped her, was the one and only Mr. James? She’d literally run into him. He’d sent her pulse raging, and she’d had sexual thoughts about
him. His first name was Neal. Could he be the one? Her soulmate?
No, she didn’t have time for this. It was just a coincidence his name started with the letter N. “You’re . . . My goodness, you must think I’m the worst person ever.”
“I don’t. I didn’t know you were the person I’d come here to meet. Let’s forget about why I’m here. How can Seth and I help you with the crowd of people waiting for food? What can we do?”
“Do? You want to work?” She hesitated, her mind still reeling.
“Yes, it looks like two more sets of hands would be helpful.”
“If . . . you’re sure. I could use your help. First, you both have to wash your hands and put on the plastic gloves. The dill pickle subs are almost gone. And I need to make another batch of ingredients for the chopped subs.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the two men said.
Ebba smiled and watched them do the safety protocol procedures for serving food, as she did the same. Taking out the three meats, cheese, and tomatoes from the coolers, she placed them onto the cutting board. Her nerves at Mr. James’s arrival and his offering to help had her doubting herself. The pendant throbbed against her skin.
“Ready to help. What can we do?”
His deep, rich voice was sexier in person than on the phone.
Stop! It was time to concentrate. She had customers to serve. “Okay. Once I have the chopped salad ready, I need you to fill the fish-shaped bread with three scoops. You
can start by opening and laying out the bread on the flat pan. While you’re doing that, it will allow me time to whip up some of the dill subs after I finish with the chopped Italian mixture.”
Within a few minutes, she had chopped the ingredients and added the vinaigrette. She slid the bowl over to the two men.
“Ebba, we need more subs,” Opaline said.
Looking up, she saw her sister standing in front of her.
When had she come over? “Mr. James and his cameraman are just finishing with the next tray of them.”
“Mr. James?”
She gave Opaline a look that said, ‘Don’t ask questions.’ “Yes. I ran into him, and he was kind enough to help. I’m working on the dill subs, and then I’ll do up another batch of the chopped Italian subs again.”
“Narda said he was a looker. I’ve been working on a spell to help you find—”
“Dear sister, this is not the time or place. Please take the tray of subs up to the front.”
“Of course. Sorry, but we will talk about it tonight.”
And just like that, her sister took the tray of finished subs and left. Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw Neal and the cameraman engaged in a conversation. Opaline was right. The three of them were going to have a lot to talk about later. Even now, just hearing his soft voice was rendering her pulse to pound erratically.
Again, the thought crossed her mind that Neal might be the one that fate had chosen for her. Suddenly, she realized he was staring at her. He smiled, and she nearly crumbled to the ground. With as much control as Ebba could gather within herself, she returned his smile. Was he interested in her?
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Spices. Succulent Cuisine. Potioneer.
The clock is ticking.
Ebba Mignon, a naturally gifted chef and owner of The Mignon’s Place, never envisioned partaking in the witchery craft or having half-sisters, Opaline, and Narda. But here she was with only 45 days to find her soulmate/future husband and her witch talents to reveal themselves to her.
How was she expected to accomplish this burden in order to defeat Alyaaluladonati, the ancient one, from killing the three of them?
Neal James, writer for the Best Places to Eat in MN, schedules an interview with Ebba Mignon, in the small town of Onamia. He isn’t prepared for the deep affection he experiences for her or to admire her culinary art skills when they meet.
Believing in the supernatural takes Neal and Ebba on a journey that neither thought possible, transforming their passion into the right ingredients to last a lifetime.
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Narda's Truth
The Witch DNA Book 2
“I’m usually not this forward on a first date—or any date, as a matter of fact—but I would like it very much if you kissed me.”
Owin gathered her closely against his body. “As a gentleman, your wish is my command.”
His sweet and teasing reply didn’t allow her time to respond as his lips touched hers. Then his mouth covered hers, and she opened her lips. Their tongues touched, and shivers of uncontrolled desire racked her body.
She wanted the moment to never end. It did, however, when the sound of a car horn tore them apart. They eyed each other and laughed. It was as if they were teenagers being caught doing something they shouldn’t have been doing.
“Wow. That was some kiss. Did you hear horns too?”
Narda laughed harder. “I think it was more of a beep. I see we have arrived at my new store location. Shall we go in?”
“I’m game if you are. The front window is great for lookers.”
She dug into her purse to withdraw a set of keys and opened the front door. Once inside, she flicked on the lights. Owin followed her inside. Light flooded the open area.
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Angel numbers & scents unearth a truth that has been hidden for years.
Reach for the Soap, owner, Narda Hunt, has been receiving signs in the form of numbers telling her she needs to find her half-sisters, Opaline and Ebba. An imminent threat is about to force them to combine their witch powers to survive.
One set of angel numbers brings Narda closer to Owin Waters, whom fate has determined is her soulmate. Their special connection sends them to another realm where Narda meets her deceased mother. She reveals the truth behind the special powers that Narda and her sisters possess.
With this knowledge, Narda brings to light the evil that is waiting for her and her sisters on their twenty-fifth birthday.
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Opaline's Discovery
The Witch DNA Trilogy Book 1
Now she was waiting for her fourth and final date.
Eamon.
Goodness, anticipation is everything.
She couldn’t believe he wanted to go out with her on a real date. Most guys found her too intellectual. It wasn’t her fault she owned a bookstore and loved to read. History, fiction, romance, fantasy, sci-fi—it didn’t matter. Everything was interesting to her. No genre was off
limits.
The buzzer sounded, and she waited for Eamon. He arrived and took his seat. He didn’t say anything. She didn’t either. They sat for a moment, looking at each other, his blue eyes to her green eyes.
Abruptly, the air surrounding her turned hot, but it wasn’t the kind of hot that made you sweat. It was the kind of sexual intensity that could consume a person, only to let go once it had been satisfied. Opaline fought the urge to fan herself.
Like a foggy night, the room around the two of them became hazy. Eamon reached across the table and touched her cheek. Her body had a will of its own, and she leaned into his hand, closed her eyes, and waited for him to kiss her.
“Opaline? Opaline, are you all right?”
“Wha-what?”
The room was clear again when she opened her eyes.
Eamon hadn’t kissed her. She had imagined the kiss. He hadn’t reached out to her. But he was now. He didn’t touch her cheek. like she had envisioned. Instead, he was touching her hand. Until he wasn’t.
Goodness sakes alive.
“Sorry. I guess the excitement of the night has gotten to me,” she said, recovering. “Did you ask me something?”
“No problem. I asked what you like to eat. If we’re going to go out on a date, I’ll have to find a restaurant because I don’t cook.”
“I haven’t technically agreed to go out with you.” She laughed nervously.
“I’m not going to let you say no.”
“Oh, is that how it’s going to be?” Opaline reached across the table and took his hand. “I guess I don’t have a choice, then. Yes, I would like to go out with you.”
“Great. Does tomorrow night work for you?”
“You do work fast,” she said, lowering her voice, which came out in a low silvery tone.
“Only when I need to.”
She knew he was implying other things, and she smiled again, wishing he had kissed her.
The buzzer ended their date, and Opaline stood. Most of the other attendees had finished their dates too. “I hate to rush things, but I need to wrap things up for the event.”
“If you would like, I can help you with the cleanup,” Eamon said.
“That’s so thoughtful, and here I was thinking you only liked to give the orders.”
She saw by the way his head tilted to the side that her reply had caught him off guard. He looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and he was having a hard time coming up with a comeback. He mustn’t be used to word games like her customers at the bookstore were. They usually gave it right back to her. Eamon, on the other hand, was still at a loss for words.
“Yes, I’d love your help. I have to stick around until everyone leaves. I’ll make an announcement to let them know what time we have to be out of here. Then I can—no, we—can start.”
“Sounds good. I’ll round up my sister to pitch in too,” he said.
Opaline heard him chuckle and wondered if he had offered his sister’s help without her knowledge.
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Love. Magic. Danger.
Could these three words articulate distinct spiritual essences to fuse together?
Bookstore owner, Opaline Lunn, facilitates a Speed Dating Event, in hopes of finding her soulmate. She meets attendee Detective Eamon Dayan, who wasn’t looking for love, but sparks fly at their first kiss.
Together they unearth Opaline’s powers which lead to the discovery that she has two sisters, and someone called The Ancient One who wants to kill them.
Unraveling a myriad of mysteries, with Opaline’s newfound ability to do spells, the soulmates must find her sisters by her twenty-fifth birthday to be able to confront the evil force and save all of them.
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I was born and raised in the cold and beautiful Minnesota, but I escaped to Illinois for seventeen years to raise my two boys, and now I call Florida home. My husband Andy, who’s always been my hero, has put up with my late night computer typing and endless stacks of papers with my stories on them. We have one furry friend as family: Chip, a sixteen year old ragdoll cat.
Life has been full of ups and downs, but I’ve made it through the hard times. I love to travel and go to Disney World to trade pins. I’ve been a bowler for many years, and you can catch me writing my next novel at the lanes.
I encourage you to check out my web site, www.sonjagunter.com for more info and don’t be surprised if I let my Norwegian heritage come through in my stories.
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Saturday, April 4, 2026
New Release: "Ghostly Returns," by: Stephanie Hansen
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Irish folklore meets small town USA
Ghostly Returns
Ghostly Howls Book 2
by: Stephanie Hansen
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, Romantasy
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Three years ago, the small town of Ethel, VA, was rocked to its core when the lighthouse became a beacon for something an-cient and hungry. Every year since then, we’ve cast a protection spell, tying knots in rope while visualizing a protective shield, at the weathered tower a week before Samhain, our voices car-ried away by the salt-tinged wind. This year’s no different.
Cormac’s slender fingers intertwine with mine as we ap-proach Orla and Dave across the grassy shoreline. We’ve man-aged to mostly heal from the toxic tendencies of the past—the jealousy, the competition, the midnight arguments that left scorch marks on the walls. Magical abilities complementing each other have a tendency to do that, like puzzle pieces finally finding their fit.
The mid-October sunlight glints off Cormac’s long, blonde hair, turning each strand into spun gold against the blue sky. We don’t meet here at night anymore, not since the shadows began to move independently of their owners. She gently squeezes my hand in reassurance, slight crow’s feet crinkling around her eyes with a smile that blooms one of my own in return. She tries to continue her broody exterior by wearing a scuffed leather jacket with silver buckles, but her face is too full of light these days to continue the façade.
“It’s about time you two showed up,” Orla says as she wraps me in a hug, her dark curls tickling my cheek. Her automatic soul-possessing ability takes hold straight away, a warm honey-like sensation flooding through my veins. I feel her anxiety—sharp and metallic—and she feels mine. While hers is about the treacherous events three years ago, mine is about the small vel-vet box burning a hole in my pocket, holding a moonstone ring for Cormac.
I know she’ll say yes; I hear Orla’s thoughts echo in my mind like a whisper in an empty room. To assuage her anxiety, I push forward images of Cormac and me from earlier in the morning. We’d stayed in bed, all consumed with passionate kisses and bodies moving in rhythmic dance together; sheets twisted around our ankles, the taste of her still on my lips.
Okay, okay, you’re excused for being late, Orla sends through the connection, her mental voice tinged with amuse-ment. Then it’s gone as Dave, tall and broad-shouldered in his flannel-lined jacket, gently pulls her out of the hug. He com-plements her power as Cormac complements mine, his deep voice carrying over the crash of waves against the shore.
“Did you actually expect them to be on time?” he asks her, his breath visible in the chilly air.
Orla looks at me, her eyes sparkling, and we snicker like schoolgirls sharing a secret.
“Some of us know how to keep a woman in bed,” I goad Dave, watching his cheeks flush crimson.
Before he can respond, Cormac says, “Guys, I think you should come over here,” her voice tight with tension.
She’s rounding the other side of the lighthouse, her boots crunching on the path. I jog over to her, worried she might be in danger, the wind whipping my hair across my face. Once I’m next to her, I’m struck with frozen terror, my breath catching in my throat. As Orla and Dave’s footsteps catch up, I try to count the sleeping bodies sprinkled around the remnants of a bonfire.
Sprawled across the damp autumn ground lies a peculiar as-sembly of slumbering figures—some adorned in woolen cloaks and flowing medieval gowns; others draped in shimmering flapper dresses and tweed vests and flat caps. The incongruous sight sends a chill down my spine, conjuring memories of that haunted night years ago when phantoms in pheasant feathers and tarnished armor materialized from the mist. Could history be repeating itself? I draw Cormac closer, my fingers tightening protectively around her shoulder. A bitter wind sweeps through the clearing, rustling crimson leaves and stirring the strange visitors from their dreams.
“Oh, halloo,” calls a woman with cascading silver-streaked hair that catches the morning light. Deep laugh lines frame her eyes as she rises gracefully to her feet, brushing debris from her embroidered skirts. Her button nose crinkles above heart-shaped lips as she smiles warmly. “I’m Marie. We weren’t expecting anyone so early.”
“You’re days early for Samhain,” Orla informs her, her voice carrying across the clearing.
“Samhain!” exclaims a younger woman with stylish curls and bright eyes. She leaps up, clapping her hands together with enthusiasm, silver bracelets jingling at her wrists. “I’m Florian. I absolutely adore a proper shindig.”
Another woman glides forward, her tweed vest firmly hug-ging her body. She loops her arm possessively around Florian’s slender waist and extends her other hand, adorned with bangles that glint in the early light. “Kiersten,” she offers, her voice me-lodic but guarded.
“Molly, and this is Cormac,” I reply, mirroring Kiersten’s protective gesture by drawing Cormac against my side, feeling her warmth through her leather jacket.
“Might there be lodgings available in your village?” Marie inquires, her eyes scanning the distant rooftops visible through the thinning trees.
“Not anywhere that could accommodate a gathering of this size,” Dave responds, his weathered hands resting on his leather belt.
A tall woman with anxious eyes approaches Orla hesitantly. A man with sandy blond hair clutches her trembling arm as she nervously smooths out her skirt. Dave and I don’t miss her flinch with his touch, juxtaposing their closeness. It resurfaces memories from when Dave and Orla couldn’t touch. “Hello, I’m Claudia,” she murmurs, “and may I present Alex?” Her delicate fingers twist together nervously while Alex soothingly rubs her goosebump-covered arms.
“Orla and Dave,” Dave announces, nodding curtly. When Alex extends his hand to Orla, Dave intercedes and shakes his hand, so Orla doesn’t have to.
“Um, Orla,” Alex interjects, his deep voice surprisingly gen-tle. “Pardon our intrusion, but might Claudia ask you something rather personal?”
“Of course, what troubles you?” Orla asks, leaning forward with interest.
“Do you perceive others’ thoughts when you make physical contact?” Claudia whispers, her pale cheeks blooming with a rosy flush that spreads to the tips of her ears.
“Perhaps we should escort this assemblage to our home-stead,” Dave interrupts, clearing his throat. “We have several spare rooms. Not sufficient for everyone, but certainly prefera-ble to camping outside.”
“We’d be eternally grateful,” Marie responds, casting a con-cerned sideways glance at Claudia’s distressed expression. “A proper rest would benefit us tremendously after our... unusual journey.”
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Irish folklore meets small town USA
Strange visitors have appeared in Ethel, their clothes and mannerisms jarring against the familiar rhythm of the coastal town. The woman in Orla and Dave's spare room speaks in archaic phrases and marvels at electric lights, while the silent man staying with Molly and Cormac carries a translucent device that glows with symbols no one recognizes.
As fog rolls in from the sea, bringing with it the now-familiar whispers and cold spots that signal another haunting, the four friends realize they must unravel the temporal mystery before them. The clock tower strikes at midnight, and both past and future hang in the balance.
*Contains mature themes, open door sex scenes, and mature language.
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Ghostly Howls
Ghostly Howls Book 1
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Irish folklore meets small town USA
A heartbroken half banshee, a cockle selling soul possessor, and a town haunted by mysteries…if they don't find the killer, Orla and Molly might die before finding their soulmates.
Orla and Dave's love has been unrequited for as long as they can remember. Cormac and Molly are used to drawing outside the lines. None of them are prepared for the new ghostly neighbors.
In a town that's always ostracized them, can Molly and Orla finally use their powers openly in order to save the citizens?
*Contains mature themes, open door sex scenes, and mature language.
*Don't miss the YA series also by Stephanie Hansen - Altered Helix & Replaced Parts
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Stephanie Hansen is a PenCraft and Global Book Award Winning Author as well as an Imadjinn finalist. Her debut novella series, Altered Helix, released in 2020. It hit the #1 New Release, #1 Best Seller, and other top 100 lists on Amazon. It is now being adapted to an animated story for Tales. Her debut novel, Replaced Parts, released in 2021 through Fire & Ice YA and Tantor Audio. It has been in a Forbes article, hit Amazon bestseller lists, and made the Apple young adult coming soon bestsellers list. The second book in the Transformed Nexus series, Omitted Pieces, released in 2022. Her debut spicy paranormal romance, Ghostly Howls, released 2023. Her debut historical magical realism, Armored Hours, released 2024. The Armored Hours sequel, Guarded Time, released 2025 and the Ghostly Howls sequel, Ghostly Returns, released 2026. She is a member of the deaf and hard of hearing community, so she tries to incorporate that into her fiction.
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Wednesday, June 18, 2025
"Blindsided," by" Em J Bakker —Book Tour & Giveaway!
Hi everyone. Today I am featuring Em J Bakker's book "Blindsided." Dive into the details with a sneak peek and book details. Find out why you should purchase your copy today. Happy reading :).
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When fate and magic collide, all will witness the rise of a Luna like no other.
Blindsided
The Queen Series Book 1
by: Em J Bakker
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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I TIGHTEN MY GRIP on the basin, the ceramic crumbling under my fingers. My heart pounds a frantic beat in my chest, each thud reverberating through me. Tension coils in my muscles, a tightness creeping from my shoulders to my fingertips, as if I can sense the weight of loss pressing down on me. The world around me blurs, my thoughts racing like a storm, each one crashing into the next. What just happened!?
Lucifer! I demand of my wolf, knowing full well I will not receive an answer. He can’t continue to do that without warning. Each time feels like I can’t breathe. The absence of my wolf counterpart is unheard of, and yet here he is, gone. I tighten my jaw, fighting back the frustration and anger that boils at his disappearing act. I run my fingers through my hair and start pacing, breathing as deliberately as I can with the pain lancing through my chest.
It seems Lucifer has learned a new trick. I shake my head, disbelief swirling in my mind. This isn’t just any trick; it is reckless. He has completely thrown caution to the wind, committing to an action neither of us has ever undertaken.
It is frustrating, to say the least. He leaves me completely blindsided. I feel him leave my subconsciousness this morning, making me weaker and less secure. I don’t even know it is possible until I experience a sudden loss of concentration when it happened for the first time. All I know is I can’t afford to have this happen at the wrong time, in the wrong situation.
Lucifer, come back! You’re fucking draining me, you mangy mutt! I can feel myself getting angry and... possessive? What the hell? Possessiveness is not an emotion or trait I am well accustomed to. Lucifer, what have you done?
Lucifer leaving me is exhausting. Existing with a wolf means being coupled to your wolf, a bond that transcends the ordinary. It is a connection that requires one hundred percent loyalty, one that should weather any storm. But no one ever speaks about what happens if that wolf disappears now and then.
Is it truly unthinkable? I have never heard of a wolf casually leaving its human counterpart. Wolves live within us, and when we allow them control, they become sentient beings of their own, allowing us to take in life around us through our wolves’ eyes.
Wolves do not just disappear when we are so tightly connected.
This is by far the most surreal sensation I have ever felt in my 26 years of living. Still in the confines of my bathroom, I close my eyes, trying to ignore the sudden desire to throw something. These heightened senses are playing with my head. I rub my eyes and open them to the mirror... only it is not me who looks back; it is as though I have infiltrated someone else’s mind.
It is almost the same as when Lucifer takes over control, when I look at the world through his eyes. Only this isn’t Lucifer, and I don’t understand how I am connected this way to another. I can still, in some part of my mind, feel and see through my own eyes, but they refuse to show me anything truly in front of me. It feels like a vision.
What the fuck? I look up at a young, masculine werewolf; he isn’t shifted into his wolf, but I can feel it. The wolf itself is strong within this man. It might be why Lucifer has come to this place, the strength of the wolf. But the young werewolf looks shocked, watching us closely or watching whoever we are looking through closely.
Yeah, shock, me and you both, buddy. What is going on?
I felt a sudden demanding possessiveness take over me, and I sense Lucifer’s intense, dominant aura surrounding someone... or something. This is something I have never experienced, even with Lucifer. Maybe he has lost it. How did we even end up here?
‘Your eyes,’ the young man in front of me speaks. ‘They’re...’ I feel Lucifer push his presence again, only not within me; it feels more like it is around me. Whoever belongs to these eyes seems to be important to Lucifer. He has never been so protective of anyone that isn’t me.
Suddenly, we are running through an apartment that exudes an air of pristine luxury. The floors are polished marble, reflecting the soft glow of the pendant lights. Each step we take echoes off the sleek surfaces.
The living area opens up before us, airy and spacious, with carefully curated arrangements of fresh flowers. A large window stretches across one wall, revealing a breathtaking view of a city. But which city?
As we race through, I catch glimpses of bookshelves lined with leather-bound tomes and a subtle scent of fresh linen that perfumes the air. This doesn’t feel like a home; it feels and looks like a hotel.
We run into a bathroom, directly to a mirror.
My jaw drops when I see her. She is stunning and perfect in every way. But who is she, and who is she to Lucifer? I sense she has a wolf, a powerful one at that, but again, why are we here?
I can’t help but stare at the girl. She certainly holds my attention, and clearly, Lucifer’s as well. Standing there, running her hands over her face, concern etched across her features, her long blonde hair wet and falling below her shoulders, she has a very petite and well-toned body. She clearly takes care of herself and trains. As I focus on her eyes, I can’t believe it—those are... Lucifer’s eyes. How... his yellow eyes pour out of this young girl’s eyes, deep and sinister.
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A world of danger, desire, and heart wrenching secrets. Turning 18 is a milestone for members of the pack, marking the age when they meet both their inner wolf and their fated mate. But when Nyx comes of age, she is thrust into a chaotic world of romantic and physical trials, forced to navigate the uncertainty and heartache of being fated-mates with five powerful alphas while training to become the perfect Luna.
Driven down a path of heartbreak and rejection that threatens to tear her apart, Nyx is haunted by her mates’ secrets and the hidden truths behind the prophecies that bind her to an unknown and ever-watching intruder. In a tale woven with passion, intrigue, and mysticism, Nyx’s destiny unfolds in ways she never imagined.
Will she unite her mates and fight to fulfil her destiny, or will the rejection and shadows consume her?
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Em J Bakker
Em J Bakker is a passionate romance writer based in Victoria, Australia, where she draws in-spiration from the natural beauty of the countryside. With a deep love for romantic narratives, both in her own life with her doting partner and within the pages she reads and writes, Em has dedicated the past 5 years to craft her debut trilogy.
Known for her eclectic writing style, Em J Bakker's projects span from light-hearted comedic romances to gripping tales of the underworld. Her writing reflects a blend of creativity nur-tured by the serene landscapes and outdoor adventures she enjoys, including days on the lake, exploring snowfields, and off-road journeys through picturesque terrain alongside her loved ones.
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