Snippet Saturday is brought to you today by my paranormal romance book Kissed by a Dark Prince, which is the first book in my popular Eternal Mates romance series. Read on for this Saturday’s snippet…
Olivia couldnâ€™t breathe, and it wasnâ€™t only because she was drowning in his eyes and lost in the feel of his gentle touch.
Bind. Her. To. Him.
Bind her. To him.
It gradually sank in, leaving her feeling numb and dazed.
The man had beaten him unconscious and dumped him on her doorstep. Specifically. The prince had come around, injured and weak, and had bitten her. That bite had bound them together.
His enemy had known the whole thing would happen.
He had orchestrated it to make the prince suffer and make her a target.
Olivia changed her mind. It wasnâ€™t sinking in at all.
â€œWhat the hell do you mean?â€ she snapped and glared up at the prince.
His hand was still against her face. Dangerous. She pulled her barriers up, more afraid of him now than she had ever been. She was bound to him. That couldnâ€™t be a good thing. It sounded distinctly intimate and she was not doing intimate with a demon. Never again. She had learned her lesson. You couldnâ€™t trust a demon.
â€œUnder normal circumstances, my biting you would not have been a problem. Your blood would have restored my strength, you would have healed, and your life would have gone back to normal.â€
â€œYou keep saying normal.â€ She always had been perceptive and he might be talking in a very practiced calm and rational voice clearly designed to placate people and keep them calm and rational too, but she was so far beyond calm and rational that she couldnâ€™t even see it in the rear view mirror. â€œIf thatâ€™s the normal version of events… what crazy one really happened?â€
His fingertips caressed her ear, distracting her.
Olivia knocked his hand away and glared at him. â€œAnswer me.â€
He lowered his hand and his shoulders slumped. â€œVery well. Your blood carries a specific gene that is rare amongst humans. It marks you as a potential mate for my species.â€
â€œVampires.â€ She threw it at him like a barb.
He neatly deflected it. â€œYou know I am not a vampire… a forefather of that kind, yes, but not at one with the darkness as they are.â€
He was right and it wasnâ€™t only because he had told her before that he wasnâ€™t a vampire that she knew. She knew better than most that he only bore a passing resemblance to a vampire because sheâ€™d had firsthand dealings with one, a memory she had buried deep and would rather not recall because it hurt worse than the memory of the bastard demon who had used her.
â€œFemale?â€ His deep voice pulled her out of her dark thoughts and back to him, and she stared up at him, lost again but for a different reason this time. Her heart ached. She rubbed the spot on her chest and stifled the tears that threatened to come. â€œAre you unwell?â€
Olivia shook her head, touched by his concern and the gentle way he brushed his knuckles across her cheek.
She sucked in a deep breath and squared her shoulders, shoving the pain away and locking it back within her heart.
â€œWhat kind are you then? Just what species are you a prince of?â€ Would he finally give her the answer to the question that had plagued her from the moment she had set eyes on him? He owed her a little honesty since he had pulled her into a messed up war.
Oliviaâ€™s eyebrows shot up. â€œElves? The elven species are supposed to be extinct… little more than myths… and you expect me to believe you are an elf?â€
He had pointed ears, sure, but he also had fangs and was darkness made flesh. She had always imagined elves would be fair-haired and nature friendly, not black-haired with a penchant for drinking people to death.
He was beautiful though, and tall. She was overly aware of his stature as he closed the gap between them again and she had to tip her head back to keep her eyes on his.
â€œWe are not extinct. We merely left the mortal realm and for good reason. Mankind had become increasingly violent, waging war against demonkind and the fae.â€ His expression blackened, as if he were recalling the bloodshed he spoke of. â€œThey hungered for violence, butchering our kind until many of the weaker harmless and defenceless species were extinct. We withdrew from the world, fearing the cruel acts would taint our souls.â€
And turn them wicked no doubt. Had the vampires stemmed from the elves who had remained behind, their souls blackened by the violent nature of mankind?
â€œHow long ago was that?â€ she said, her curiosity getting the better of her again.
â€œClose to fifty centuries have passed since I lost my father and withdrew my people from the mortal realm. I have not set foot in that world since forty-two centuries ago, when I went to war with Vail.â€
Olivia couldnâ€™t take that in. Almost five thousand years since he had moved his people and over four thousand two hundred years since he had been in her world. He was old. Very old. Damn ancient. Was Vail the name of his enemy?
â€œWhy were you here this time?â€ she said with a frown.
â€œI did not consciously move from my realm to yours.â€ He averted his gaze and it picked up that conflicted edge it had whenever he was thinking about his enemy.
The man had injured him, rendered him unconscious, and then dropped him into her world.
Olivia paused. â€œWait… what realm is this?â€
â€œIt is not your world.â€ His smile was wicked.
It did a funny thing to her insides that should have been illegal.
Oliviaâ€™s gaze slid off to her left, towards the tall arched doors and the flowing curtains. Not her world. Her eyes slowly widened.
The scientist in her found that fascinating.
Beyond the walls of this building, there was another world, one filled with creatures she might never have heard of before.
The woman in her was petrified.
â€œI want to go home now.â€
â€œI cannot allow that.â€
Olivia snapped her attention back to him and fixed him with a scowl. â€œWhy not?â€
â€œBecause you are bound to me… my mate.â€
He didnâ€™t have to say it like that, in a deep husky voice that sent another unwanted hot shiver dancing over her skin, making it ache for his touch. It didnâ€™t matter what had happened. She was not staying here and she was not being his mate.
â€œWhy did he do this?â€ There had to be a reason. The prince had said his enemy had done it to make him suffer.
â€œVail sought to bond us to weaken me and make me vulnerable, and therefore grant him a shot at killing me.â€
That wasnâ€™t right. His logic was screwy and he was hiding something.
Olivia folded her arms across her chest. â€œYour enemy could have killed you rather than dump you at my door. I still donâ€™t get why you havenâ€™t just killed him before. Youâ€™ve been at war for four thousand years. There must have been opportunities.â€
â€œI almost succeeded once.â€ He began pacing again, long strides eating up the stone floor with ease. The man couldnâ€™t keep still whenever he felt agitated and watching him pace only served to agitate her. It showed off his body in far too good a light and gave her a terrible excuse to stare. â€œI came close to killing Vailâ€™s kiâ€™ara… it would have given me a chance to capture him.â€
Olivia didnâ€™t miss that he had said capture him. Not kill him. Now she knew why they had been fighting for so long. The prince couldnâ€™t bring himself to kill this psychopath. Why not?
â€œWhatâ€™s a kiâ€™ara?â€ She figured it was safer than probing about his reasons for not killing his enemy.
He glanced across at her. â€œIt is our term for our fated female… our eternal mate. You are my kiâ€™ara. The dark witch named Kordula is Vailâ€™s kiâ€™ara.â€
So his enemy was another elf, and he had a fated female too, and the prince had tried to kill her.
â€œDo you get like a harem of them… or is it a one-time deal?â€ She hoped he didnâ€™t say that each elf only got one kiâ€™ara, but the solemn edge to his purple eyes warned that he was going to shatter that hope the moment he spoke.
â€œWe have one fated female.â€ He looked away from her again, his head lowered now, his focus on his knee-high black boots.
Whatever this kiâ€™ara thing was, she had the impression that elves placed a lot of value on it and it wasnâ€™t something they gave up lightly. She couldnâ€™t imagine having just one shot at true love. The prince was five thousand years old and now he had found his kiâ€™ara, in her, and he didnâ€™t need to say it aloud for her to know that he was thinking about giving her up. He didnâ€™t act or look like a man who was happy to have found his soul mate and was going to fight to keep her.
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Kissed by a Dark Prince
Olivia thinks itâ€™s her lucky night when a dangerously handsome unconscious fae ends up on her inspection table. Heâ€™s her chance to redeem herself with her employer, the demon-hunting organisation, Archangel. But when the tall, dark and deadly immortal warrior awakes, she gets much more than she bargained forâ€¦
Attacked by his enemy in the elf kingdom, the last thing Prince Loren expects when he comes around is a beautiful angel watching over him and medical technology of the mortal realm. Hazy from his injuries, all he can focus on is the pulse ticking in her throat and the sweet allure of her blood.
One single bite reveals she is his eternal mate, triggering a bond between them that will leave him weakened until it is completedâ€¦ or broken, and pulling Olivia into the crossfire of his ancient feud.
To protect his people and his mate from the machinations of a madman, Loren must risk everything by working with Olivia at Archangel to find a way to break the bond blossoming between them.
But will Loren be strong enough to place duty before desire and give up the one thing he has waited millennia for and craves above all othersâ€”his eternal mate? And will Olivia be able to resist the incredible heat that burns between them and the temptation of her dark princeâ€™s kiss?
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