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300 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 3, 2012
“What? You don’t like me talking of other men?” She traced a finger between her breasts. “Does the thought of them touching me—”
“Woman! You’ll mind your mouth, else I’ll make ya regret those words.” He was breathing hard. His muscled chest heaved. She was literally jabbing at a sleeping beast. A wiser person would stop, but nothing about him made her want to be wise.
“Make me regret my words, huh?” Pursing her lips, she looked him in the eye. “That’s pretty big talk, coming from a man who never follows through with his threats.”
He growled and clasped her nape in his large palm. Only a knee-high wall of porcelain separated them. The water swished along the bottom of her knees. Kelvin yanked her face inches from his. “You goad me on purpose.” He wrapped her hair around his fist, his snarling lips hovering over hers. “Human, you have no idea what you’ve awakened.”
The setting is present day Scotland and The Earth Realm. The Earth Realm is now the home of immortals. Humans no longer exist. Along with witches, warlocks, vampires and other magical beings there are two main races that live in this Realm.Izel Campbell is of The Fionn Race and there are three breeds of Fionns; the Mystic, the Poet, and the Warrior.
From the very first moment these two locked eyes they are irresistibly drawn to each other. For Izel, she found him stunning, mouthwatering. Bombarded by his masculine scent, her entire body responded to him. And though Kelvin may not want to acknowledge his feelings, he is drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He scented her and his blood boiled hot!Kelvin Kerr is an immortal Warrior, a Razorback Pookah and the Battle Chief of the Kerr clan. Tall, strong and handsome, this Pookah reeks raw masculinity with his thick biceps, meaty forearms and ridged muscles. And with his intense icy blue gaze he could melt you to liquid fire! Oh, and this man is inked! Tattooed around his hip bone and torso is his clan’s symbol…a Celtic rendering of a Razorback. I’ll just step up and say right now, I want me a Pookah!!
There is so much I want to say but I don’t want to give anything away. This new world and its inhabitants are not at all deep and complicated making this very easy to follow. Izel Campbell’s story is unique. Not only do I love her name but from the moment she enters her grandfather’s cottage I found myself rooting for her until the very end. She is meant to be great and as the secrets of her destiny are revealed I became more immersed. It is filled with peril, mystery, suspense and betrayal but the absolute winner for me is the intense passionate love story. The sexual pull is so strong it is palpable! Every day that she and Kelvin are together their desire becomes fever pitched until finally it is pure “blistering need” and can no longer be denied! And there is an element to this story concerning lifetime mates that had me nervously holding my breath!If you love a Hot, passionate love story filled with humor and suspense that includes an uber-alpha, possessive hero with the ability to melt you with just one searing look and a heroine that is smart, compassionate and full of courage, then you will want to grab this one! It also has a perfect epilogue!
The creature was something from a nightmare. It was just as big as Kelvin, but with translucent skin and thick black veins. Dark blood vessels tracked all over his face, neck, and body, live rivers on a map. He truly was a Hell beast. His yellow eyes glowed against the darkness and darted around as he neared Kelvin. “I can smell the human, Pookah. Best to just hand her over and I’ll be on my way.” The demon’s voice was venomous, and the way his ebony lips drooled out ashen spittle had Izel covering her mouth in disgust.
”Wha-der you doing?” she mumbled, feebly swatting at his hands.
“I’m undressing you for bed. “ His hands slid down her smooth legs and began unfastening the clasps of her heels.
“I can do it myself,” she protested as she gripped Kelvin’s shoulders for balance. She stepped from her shoes and he tossed them aside. His fingers met the hem of her skirt. “I said I can do it,” she slurred again, but he ignored her, removing the flimsy material she deemed a skirt.
“Donna fight me. I am verra capable of disrobing a woman.”
“Galh! You know what, you rake, you may have ‘disrobed’ your share of ‘lasses’ in your stupidly long life” –was she air-quoting?—“but just know that all this”—he watched Izel, clad in only her black lace bra and panties, run her hands over her generous breasts and down her flat belly—“is a no-touchy for you.”
"It had taken all the strength she had to keep from crying at Kelvin's earth shattering insults."




"Don't flatter yourself. I basically prefer your company over death. Well, that and-" she tapped her chin and looked to the sky- "nope, just death."
She was not stomping away and throwing a fit like a five-year-old. She just happened to enjoy pounding her feet on the ground while she walked, that's all.
"The McCall title was given to describe one with a unique heart and great power. It was you all who thought that the only powerful creature must be male."