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Blurb:Amanda Culter needs a time out. After spending much of her life on the
run with no one believing her, she's committed the ultimate fuck up. She
allowed her friends and unit to walk into a trap, killing three and
hurting her best friend, Ben Kogan. With the orders to recharge and gain
the ability to trust those around her, she heads to Wiccan Haus, hoping
they can figure out what happens next. She never expected to meet a
polar bear with a surly disposition or an oracle. Nor was she expecting
either of them to be her mates.
A change is coming.
Niamh Laleh, Oracle and green witch, is happily mated to the man who stole her heart over seventy years ago. But when a vision of a sad, distraught Auburn haired woman fills her dreams night after night, she knows what she has to do.
Arcades Bennett knows not to question his mate's visions and when she says she must go to a place called Wiccan Haus and seek out the woman in her dreams, he agrees. What he isn't prepared for is finding a second mate.
Resisting the pull grows impossible as their friendship blossoms, but when push comes to shove, can he seal all three of them, or will Amanda slip right through their fingers?
Excerpt:333 BCE
Euphrates River
A change is coming.
Niamh Laleh, Oracle and green witch, is happily mated to the man who stole her heart over seventy years ago. But when a vision of a sad, distraught Auburn haired woman fills her dreams night after night, she knows what she has to do.
Arcades Bennett knows not to question his mate's visions and when she says she must go to a place called Wiccan Haus and seek out the woman in her dreams, he agrees. What he isn't prepared for is finding a second mate.
Resisting the pull grows impossible as their friendship blossoms, but when push comes to shove, can he seal all three of them, or will Amanda slip right through their fingers?
Excerpt:333 BCE
Euphrates River
The trap was set. For so long, she’d struggled under the rule of Darius
the III. Their rotten families did nothing but use her gift for ill. Of
course, so did her parents. In the beginning, they’d used her stories as
ways of gaining what they wanted. Her father yearned for the shepherd’s
land to graze his paltry, malnourished sheep. Her mother desired only
the finest of silks to wear, so she sought to take the tent of a
merchant—by force if need be. Her parents conspired day and night,
devising schemes of foolhardy nature.
Nai talked in her sleep occasionally. Her ramblings, though not
meaningful to her at the time, held a wealth of information her parents
could take advantage of. They wrote down everything and, after several
days of planning, they went to Darius the III himself, to tell him of
the treachery befallen the beauteous city of Pasargadae. Enraged by the
plots to overthrow him, Darius the III pulled the shepherd from his
land, and the merchant from his stall, and threw them into the putrid
cells of the capital. Two days later, their heads were severed from
their bodies as a reminder to everyone who challenged Darius the III
rule.
When Nai learned her sleep-addled babbling had helped kill those who had
the audacity to have more than her parents, she refused to help them or
the king in any endeavor, instead choosing a more solitary life.
Unfortunately, being an oracle had its limits. She never knew what would
come of her life, only the lives of those around her. If she happened
to be have a personal connection to them, she sometimes received
glimpses of her future entwined with theirs.
Five summers came and went and during that time, she learned to control
her visions. Honing them to the point where she could rest without fear
of spilling someone’s future.
She was fifteen when Darius the III’ men appeared at her hut, took turns
raping her until they each had their fill then brought her battered
body to the king. His cold, venomous words rang clear in her head. “A
pity an oracle such as you would resist the finer things in life. A
gilded cage is where you’ll stay until such time I see fit to release
you on my prey.” Later she found out, through slaves and concubines, her
parents sold her to the king.
Her enslavement had brought her parents two goats and a chicken, plus the envy of those who conspired with them….
The years passed with little to no change in her status. If she had
thought to escape, all those she considered friends died horrible deaths
in front of her. Since she’d refused to voluntarily help, she never saw
their deaths and, in turn, shame and guilt weighed heavily on her soul,
leaving behind a black stain she’d never remove.
Two more years passed. Deep sadness settled over her like a dark cloud
promising flooding rains.
“Ah, there you are,” Darius the III said, a
brilliant smile spread across his lips. “It is time to fly, my beautiful
bird.” He clapped his hands twice and a harem of women descended on
him. “Tonight, you will greet the great Alexander, and you will destroy
him.”
“How?”
His smile never faltered as he spoke. “By feeding him misinformation, of
course.” His gaze slid over her and revulsion slithered down her spine
as he brushed his knuckles against her cheek. “I have spread many rumors
of your powers and your beauty. We both know Alexander can’t refuse a
willing, tantalizing woman.” Darius’ arrogance knew no bounds. “When he
sees the great oracle has gone free, he will take you for his own. Then I
will use his ego to crush him and those who dared to fight by
Alexander’s side.”
She lifted her chin in defiance. “And if I don’t?”
He snapped his fingers. A woman appeared, carrying the infant she’d
given birth to no more than three months prior. “I will kill your
daughter.”
No. Though she’d been blind to the life expectancy of her child, she
also couldn’t allow him to kill her. This was her one chance to free
herself and her daughter. “Fine. When I have done this task, you will
release my child. Send her away.”
He fisted her hair and gave her a shake. “This is not a negotiation. Go.
Now. Spread your legs for the mighty Alexander the Great. If you are
successful, you’ll live another day.”
Desert winds whipped around her. The sandstorm had forced Alexander’s
men to take shelter behind the dunes. The day had finally come to watch
those who ruthlessly used her die slow, torturous deaths. After spending
years locked in a cage overlooking the city she once considered
home—while being beaten daily if she didn’t reveal some tidbit of
information—she found her freedom. A caged bird no more, she stretched
her wings and took comfort from the man in her dreams. Alexander the
Great. Alex, to those he cherished. And cherish her, he did.
The man had a fetish for boys and women. She even participated in his
dalliances a time or two. He was a skillful lover, bringing her to
heights untold. Then he cared for her with the utmost tenderness. She
fancied herself half in love with the general. Though her kind of love
came through rose-colored glasses and little girl fantasies. And, though
she could not call him hers, she stood beside him, taking down those
who caused her pain.
Nai relayed to him the plans Darius the III put into motion to destroy
their army at Gaugamela and seize control of Macedonia. Revenge, pure
and simple, had been on her mind along with saving her baby and she had
the perfect plan to subvert Darius’ men.
At twilight, a lunar eclipse began. The sky darkened, masking
Alexander’s men as they advanced. Perched on a sand parapet, she watched
as one by one Darius’ men fell under the cover of complete darkness. By
the end of the eclipse, none of Darius the III’s men remained. Their
blood soaked the sand and traveled down the Tigris River.
Yes, her version of revenge was sweet and satisfying. However, she never
returned to the palace to rescue her daughter. Instead, she had the
babe whisked away with Alexander’s help.
The orgy that followed the battle was hedonistic. The sharing of male
and female flesh, decadent. Writhing with the wave of arousal and sexual
energy flowing through the ornate tent in the middle of the desert
amplified all of her abilities. They ate and drank from the flesh, while
fucking at leisurely paces. She thrived with Alexander. Became a master
manipulator with Alexander. Though she saw his death the day she joined
him, she’d not change a single minute of their existence together. The
lessons she learned, the fears she vanquished, were all due in very
large part to him. The last time she left his tent, three weeks before
his death, he wished her well. “In this life and the next,” she
whispered, then took her leave....
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