I was used to my fire magic causing trouble, but three
mysterious strangers ignited something in me I’d never felt before. An eternal
Soul Bond gifted by the Morrigan herself, tying me to Knox, Finlay and Rhydian
forever.
As witches, keeping magic hidden from humans is key. But
there’s nothing subtle about these three men, or the way they make me feel.
Soon our passion and powers are spiralling out of control.
We have to master the depth of the Bond before we lose
each other... or end up on the front page of the tabloids. ’Cause one thing’s
for sure — when the Morrigan wants to stir up chaos, she doesn’t do it by half
measures.
This witch has her work cut out for her. But with three
irresistible heroes by my side? Bring on the madness.
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I couldn’t miss the way they clamoured to be near her. Knox’s spacial awareness had totally evaporated at the bar. Had I not been my typical paranoid self, he would have driven Edin to orgasm with an audience and regretted it when it backfired on him.
If I lost control like
that, it would get me and them killed.
Maybe if I maintained
my distance, I wouldn’t get lost in the desperate need to touch her.
Finlay slid a palm
beneath her shirt, making her shiver and her head loll back to bare the
delicate line of her throat.
Ripe for the biting.
Marking. Claiming.
I jerked my gaze away,
stomach twisting. Fucking stupid, to let it get to me. I’d seen them with
plenty of women over the years. This shouldn’t have been any different.
But watching them
touch Edin, tasting her gasps and swallowing her sighs... it gutted me in ways
I couldn’t explain. Couldn’t reason.
“Rhydian...” A husky
rasp, full of too much sin for my blackened soul to hear.
My head snapped up.
Edin watched me from beneath lowered lashes, amber eyes glowing in the dim
light. Seeing right through me, down to the howling beast rattling its cage.
Knox lifted his head
from her neck, teeth flashing white against kiss-swollen lips. “What’s wrong,
Rhyd? Too scared for a taste?”
I should walk away.
Retreat to the chilly isolation that kept me sharp. Focused. Sane.
But my feet might as
well have been welded to the floor. Trapped by the heated promise in Edin’s
eyes, the sway of her body as Finlay thumbed circles into the skin above her
hip.
Knox smirked, his gaze
flitting between me and Edin. “Fair warning,” he stage-whispered to her, “he’s
the grumpy one.” He jerked his chin toward me.
She glanced my way,
eyes dancing with mirth, but also concern. “I’m sure I can win him over.”
“You might be waiting
a while. He rarely cracks a smile.” Knox heaved a dramatic sigh. “Alas, we bear
the burden bravely.”
“Left to your own
devices, you’d have burned down the city or started a war by now.” The words
slipped out before I could catch them.
Edin laughed again,
the sound sliding under my skin as she cocked her head, studying me. I felt
pinned in place by her gaze, netted by invisible strings.
Knox blinked in
surprise, glancing between us before his grin turned sharper. Plotting, no
doubt. I shouldn’t have encouraged him.
“Hidden depths.”
Edin’s smile eased the tense lines around her mouth, travelling all the way to
her eyes. No longer braced for attack but leaning into Knox’s side, at home in
a way I hadn’t expected. “A grumpy exterior masking a secret softie.”
“Soft is one thing
he’s not.” Knox slid a sly glance my way. “Isn’t that right, Rhyd?”
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About Selina Bevan
Selina Bevan is a
British paranormal romance author who writes delicious heroes and captivating
worlds, delving deep into the magic and love, with witches, deities, and a
spectrum of supernatural beings finding their soulmates in the most unexpected
places. She is a chai tea addict who loves a good gig and finding new alt-rock
music when mindlessly scrolling Instagram at night. Selina writes MF and RH/Why
Choose romances with strong-willed but flawed British heroines. Also writing as
Morgana Bevan.
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