Felicity Heaton
Prince of the Underworld and Lord of Water,
Esher was banished from his home by his father, Hades, two centuries ago and
given a new duty and purpose—to keep our world and his from colliding in a
calamity foreseen by the Moirai.
Together
with his six brothers, he fights to defend the gates to the Underworld from
daemons bent on breaching them and gaining entrance to that forbidden land,
striving to protect his home from their dark influence. Tormented by his past,
Esher burns with hatred towards mortals and bears a grudge against Hades for
forcing him into their world, condemning him to a life of battling to keep a
fragile hold on his darker side—a side that wants to kill every human in the
name of revenge.
Until he
finds himself stepping in to save a female—a beautiful mortal filled with light
and laughter who draws him to her as fiercely as the pull of the moon, stirring
conflict in his heart and rousing dangerous needs long forgotten.
Aiko
knows from the moment she sets eyes on the black-haired warrior that he is no
ordinary man, just as she’s no ordinary woman. Blessed with a gift, she can see
through his stormy façade to the powerful god beneath, and the pain and
darkness that beats inside him—pain she grows determined to heal as she falls
deeper under his spell and into his world.
When the
daemon bent on turning Esher against his brothers makes her move, will Esher
find the strength to overcome his past and fulfil his duty, or will the lure of
revenge allow the darkness in his heart to seize control, transforming him into
a god intent on destroying the world?
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Esher is one of the princes from the Underworld sent by their father to protect the gates between the realms and preserve both as they should be. It's very difficult for Esher to live among the humans, some of whom tortured him. He has form of PTSD that makes him especially dangerous . His element is water. His moods can drastically effect the weather.
Aiko is a medical student who also works as a waitress. The almost deserted late train is not the best place for a woman alone. She does have a slight magical gift that let's her see things normal people can't.
This is the third book in the series. While they are best read in order, you will still understand and enjoy each book on it's own.
The way our author describes all the various fight scenes and battles will have you ducking for cover. When the brothers fight together combining their elements it makes you wonder about some of the extreme weather we have been getting around the world. L. O. L. The love scenes are emotional, passionate and HOT.
I have read a lot of books by this author and never once been disappointed. I can't wait for the next in this series.
Aiko is a medical student who also works as a waitress. The almost deserted late train is not the best place for a woman alone. She does have a slight magical gift that let's her see things normal people can't.
This is the third book in the series. While they are best read in order, you will still understand and enjoy each book on it's own.
The way our author describes all the various fight scenes and battles will have you ducking for cover. When the brothers fight together combining their elements it makes you wonder about some of the extreme weather we have been getting around the world. L. O. L. The love scenes are emotional, passionate and HOT.
I have read a lot of books by this author and never once been disappointed. I can't wait for the next in this series.
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Esher tuned his brothers out as he sank
into the glorious vision building in his mind, one where he overcame the wraith
and captured him, not for information as Keras would want, but for the sheer
pleasure of revenge. He would bind and torture the wretch until he broke and
confessed what he had done with Calindria’s soul, and then he would send him
screaming into the darkest pit in the Underworld, and would inform their father
about what the wretch had done. Gods, Hades would see to it the bastard
suffered eternally.
His lips twisted in a slow smile.
Fuck, he would beg his father to give him a
front row seat for that show.
A dark voice whispered in his mind,
seductive words that tempted him to listen to them, coaxed him into ignoring
his brothers’ wishes and obeying the gnawing hunger inside him—the need to
hunt. He wavered as the city beyond the garden flickered to the otherworld, the future of Earth should
he and his brothers fail to stop the calamity the Moirai had foreseen—a calamity
their new enemy intended to bring about by doing something to the gates.
A calamity part of Esher wanted to see.
The darker part.
The part that had been born centuries ago,
and had whispered to him ever since, rising to steal control at times when he wasn’t
strong enough to hold it at bay.
A beast he fought to keep locked inside
him.
A monster he had failed to contain more
than once.
It had been hard enough to fight it when
the only threat to his family had been the daemons and the humans, but it was
growing impossible now that he knew the wraith had been responsible for
Calindria’s end. His war with it was constant, and he wasn’t sure he could win.
He needed to avenge his sister.
His eyes narrowed on the flames that
spiralled high into the black sky beyond the pristine white wall of the mansion
grounds, sparks dancing like golden fireflies as the wind caught them, looking
as if they were rising on the screams of the mortals whose flesh burned and the
shrieks of the creatures who hunted and preyed on them.
A shudder wracked him, a shiver of pleasure
that rolled through him as their screams surrounded him, creating a symphony
that tugged at the darkness in him, made him yearn to make this future real so
he could bask in the glory of it.
“Esher.” The male voice intruded, shaking
the vision of beauty before him.
He snarled, launched his left hand out and
wrapped it around the offender’s neck, squeezing it hard.
The male growled and countered him, and icy
cold gripped his throat, burned like fire as it swept over him beneath his
clothes.
“Get a fucking grip,” Daimon snarled and
shoved hard, sending him staggering backwards onto the raised wooden walkway
that enclosed three sides of the smaller courtyard garden and shaking Esher’s
grip on him.
His back slammed into one of the thick
square pillars that supported the overhanging roof.
His breath exploded from him as the timber
cracked.
The sound of dropping water had his head
snapping to his right in time to catch a glimpse of brightly coloured koi
suspended in the air for a moment before they dropped back into the pond.
“Fuck,” Esher muttered and got a grip on
himself, pushing out the damned voice that still taunted him, told him to take
pleasure in the destruction he wrought, not be ashamed of it, tempted him with thoughts
of heading beyond the protective walls of the mansion to the city and
unleashing the fury he had bottled inside him on the weak creatures who
inhabited it.
It would be glorious.
“No.” He grasped the sides of his head and
squeezed until it hurt. “No!”
He didn’t really want that. He was just
tired and weak from the wraith’s attack, worn down and vulnerable. Yes,
vulnerable. He was too susceptible right now, not strong enough to shut out the
damned voice and the things it wanted him to do.
“Listen to me, Esher,” Daimon whispered,
and he focused on his brother, using the sound of his voice to shut out the
darker one just as they had practiced. “You’re all good. Everything is fine.
Everyone is fine.”
But they weren’t.
He saw that as he lifted his head and
spotted the unmistakable trace of red beneath his brother’s nose where Daimon
hadn’t quite managed to wipe all the blood away to hide it from him, and the
dark bruises emerging around his throat just above the collar of his navy
turtle neck.
“I’m sorry,” Esher murmured, pain closing
his throat as he considered what he had done.
He had hurt the ones he loved.
The ones he had vowed to protect.
The only ones who mattered.
“I’m fine.” Daimon managed a smile and
rubbed at his throat. “No harm done.”
A lie.
He noticed the way Daimon’s fingers
trembled as he neatened his spiked white hair, acting casual when he was
shaken.
Esher averted his gaze, but the pain and
guilt lingered as he looked at the pond and the koi that were flapping around
on the gravel surrounding it. He stepped off the walkway, crossing the pebbles
without feeling them biting into the soles of his feet, and stooped to
carefully pick up the fish and place them gently back into the pond.
He breathed easier as he counted them all,
checking each one in turn, and saw none of them had been hurt.
His brothers’ voices filled the silence
behind him as he watched the fish, their words distant and lost on him, and he
sensed them departing one by one.
Until only Daimon remained.
Had he harmed any more of his brothers?
Gods, he hoped he hadn’t.
It was getting harder to control himself.
His rage should have been directed solely
at the daemons and the humans, not at his family. His family were the only ones
who mattered. The Underworld was the only place that mattered too.
This world could burn for all he cared.
But if it burned, then the Underworld
burned with it.
He watched a black and white koi he was
particularly fond of, one he’d had for decades, swim past to join the group
waiting near the walkway where it jutted out over the pond to his right, by his
quarters.
An ache started behind his breast, one that
was familiar to him.
He wanted to return to the Underworld.
He couldn’t handle things here anymore.
Today was proof of that. He wasn’t strong enough to hold back the darker part
of himself that viewed all the mortals as a threat to him and his family, and
his world.
Just thinking about hunting them, watching
them suffer, had been enough to have him slipping.
Hurting the ones he loved.
“You alright?” Daimon eased into a crouch
beside him, his long black coat pooling around his feet on the pale gravel.
“Sorry.” He kept his eyes on the fish,
shame eating at him as he thought about what he had done.
Daimon had given as good as he had got.
Esher’s throat was sore, and it stung a little to breathe and speak, but the
pain didn’t make him feel better about what he had done.
“The moon is just fucking with you. It’s
almost full.” Daimon ghosted a hand over his shoulder.
Esher wished he would touch him, because he
needed to feel it, needed someone to hold him together right now because he
felt as if he was falling apart.
He focused on the moon, picturing it in an
attempt to soothe himself. It was distant from him, on the other side of the
planet. He wanted to see it. Needed to see it. He needed the calming influence
it had on him.
He forced himself to remain where he was
though, because stepping that distance would drain some of his strength, and he
had to remain strong in case the attack came tonight.
He rested his elbows on his knees as he
remained crouched on the gravel at the edge of the pond, his eyes on the fish
as they all slowly grouped before him, clearly having decided he was going to
feed them from this spot instead.
They were beautiful as they glided around,
the pattern of their colours constantly shifting.
His left fingers drifted across to his
right arm as the sight of them soothed him, calming the turbulent waters in his
soul.
The sensation of calm grew stronger still.
“Any injury you had would be healed by now.”
Daimon’s careful words, softly spoken, floated through his mind and he looked
down to find he was playing with the bandage again. His brother’s pale blue
eyes lifted from his arm to rest on his face. “Why are you so reluctant to
discard it? Did a daemon get you? Are you infected somehow?”
Esher opened his mouth, but the words
caught in his throat.
He stepped rather than answering him,
appearing briefly at the front porch of the mansion to grab his long black coat
and jam his feet into his leather boots, and then teleporting again.
The guilt over hurting his brother mingled
with new shame as he landed on top of the covered footbridge that spanned the
gap between two large buildings, allowing humans to come and go between them
above the busy road that cut a path straight ahead of him and intersected with
an equally as crowded road just two hundred metres from him in the heart of the
Shibuya district.
Why couldn’t he just tell his brother what
had happened?
He was closest to Daimon, and they had
shared everything in the past, leaving nothing unsaid between them. So why did
he want to keep the female a secret?
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Book 4: Marek – Coming in 2018
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA
Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance
books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing
action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary
from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to
sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors
Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan
then you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and
wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong,
powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her
stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that
are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic
Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha
males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels,
then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.
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