A Wiccan
Haus story
By
Merryn Dexter
Releasing
June 10th 2016
Publisher:
Decadent
Publishing Company, LLC
ISBN:
9781683610366
Word Count: 28,200
Cover Art: Fiona Jayde
Blurb
Exiled from her clan by a
suspicious queen, fire fae Ceara finds peace among the humans and a role within
an elite rescue team. Following a tragic accident, the deaths of her team and
the loss of her powers, Ceara is sent to the mysterious resort of Wiccan Haus
to heal.
Kidnapped, abused and cursed on
escape, black jaguar Shimeer Neguar is desperately seeking the cure which will
re-unite him with his shifter half. Wiccan Haus is his last hope, but he is
horrified to discover his nemesis is also a guest on the island.
When a huge black jaguar attacks
Ceara, she hopes for death and an end to her suffering but the shifter fails to
bite. The staff on the island want him banished, but understanding Shim has
been the victim of another fae, Ceara intercedes on his behalf and he is
permitted to stay, as long as he stays away from her.
The smoke and spice scent of the
fae is driving Shim crazy and he can’t keep away from her. Can he reconcile his
feelings and the Fates’ desire for them to mate with the fact that she is the
image of the woman he loathes?
Ceara begins to fear the worst, the
magnetic shifter who haunts her thoughts and inflames her passion is the key to
a prophesy that threatens her very existence.
Can two broken souls find healing
and love at Wiccan Haus or is their fated union the key to their destruction?
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About the Author
Merryn Dexter is a military spouse who, after a varied employment
career (from selling sandals to old ladies with bunions to being a health and
safety coordinator for a construction company), is thrilled to be pursuing her
dream career as a romance writer. She likes The Winchesters, Spike, Hotch, Loki
and watching complicated European Noir. Her hobbies include crying at books,
crying at movies, crying at tv serials (there’s a theme!) and believes all
stories should have a Happy Ending.
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Excerpt
A rustle in the grass
disturbed her. She raised her hand to shield her eyes. The sun shone high
overhead now, dazzling her. Sitting up, she faced the noise and frowned at the
tall man prowling through the meadow in her direction.
Jet-black hair lay close to
his scalp, and his golden-brown skin glowed in the sun. His body flowed with
the inborn grace of a shifter, and thick corded muscle packed his shoulders and
arms. Dressed in a white T-shirt and cargo shorts, his feet bare, he ate up the
distance until he paused at the edge of the circle. The lines feathered around
his eyes and two deep grooves etched between his dark brows spoke of age and
experience. A scruff of beard graced his jaw and upper lip, flecks of silver
glinting in the bright sunshine. His jade eyes gave her the final piece in an
unwanted puzzle. The jaguar.
Although he remained outside
the circle, his presence unnerved her. The hairs on the back of her neck
bristled, things long dormant stirring deep in her belly. Rising to her feet,
she drew upon every harsh lesson learned at court. Women of the Emerald did not
get intimidated by walking beasts—no matter how attractive. Not possible.
His gaze traced over her
naked form, she fought the urge to preen beneath his attention.
“You were told to stay away
from me.”
“I was.” His deep voice
rumbled in his chest, and her nipples pebbled in response.
Words flooded her mind.
Primal, base, earthy. Nothing like the preening fools at court nor the softer
humans she’d met. Hard, strong, resilient. A man worthy to stand beside the
daughter of a queen. His presence prickled over her skin like fireflies dancing
in a dusky evening sky.
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