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Excerpts
Elfin by Quinn Loftis
Lorsan stood
and began to pace. “We need to move things forward. If Tamsin is dealing with
your human,”
“—Chosen,”
Trik growled. “My Chosen.”
Lorsan waved
him off. “Yes, yes, your Chosen, then. If he is dealing with that little issue,
then he
won’t have
had to time to move forward with the land purchase, which means that we should
have
time to
contact Leon and tell him to get it done.”
Leon was the
human realtor that the dark elves had hired to help them find the land. Trik
didn’t
care for the
sleazy little man, but it wasn’t up to him who Lorsan employed.
“I’ll go see
him.” Trik stood to go.
“What are
you going to do about your Chosen?” Lorsan asked.
“You aren’t
going to tell me what to do?” Trik raised his eyebrows at his King.
“Would you
obey me?”
Trik’s face
spread into a callous smile. “Not when it comes to her.”
Lorsan
rolled his eyes. “Not when it comes to anything is what you really mean. Do
what you
must, but at
some point you will have to tell her who and what you are. Will she be able to
handle it,
I wonder?”
Trik shook
his head with a low chuckle, “I’m the assassin and spy for the Dark Elf King. I
kill
without
remorse. I live for myself and my own pleasure. I come from a dark people with
dark hearts.
What do you
think?”
Dirty Blood by Heather Hildenbrand
I felt the air in the car begin to change as I stared back at
him. It felt warm and thick, like a
humid,
post-rain summer day. And even though we were already touching, palm to palm, I
suddenly had
an intense desire to be closer to him, pressed to him. My muscles ached with it
and I had to restrain myself from scooting across the seat, and wrapping my
arms around his shoulders, and burying my face in his neck.
The image wouldn’t remove itself from my mind and I finally
had to wrench my gaze from his to keep from acting on the impulse. I was
breathing heavier, partly because of the thickness in the air and partly from
wanting to touch him. I wondered if he was affected, too, but I couldn’t look
at him again or I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.
His hand slid free from mine, and he started the car and
busied himself with checking the rearview and easing us out of the lot. I
pressed the button for the window, letting in a gust of cold air. For once, I
didn’t curse the cold, and was relieved when I felt the tension melt away.
When we were on the road, Wes cleared his throat. “Well, that
was …”
I lifted my head from where I’d been leaning closer to the
open window and looked over at him. He was running a hand through his hair,
still searching for a word to describe what had
happened.
He’d noticed it, too. “Different,” I finished.
He sent me a half smile. “Yeah. Definitely that.”
Here by Ella James
Until
the rock. I’d felt…like someone else. Something
else, because I wasn’t anyone.
Somewhere else, but not any place I could understand.
And
whoever or whatever I had been, I knew Milo. Not only did I know her… I had
some kind of weird… thing for her.
Even
now standing in the grass by her house, I could feel the power of the memory.
And I could almost remember something else. A cold purpose, lurking somewhere
behind it.
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