“Noooooo.” I shook my head frantically. His lips sucked, his tongue going in deeper as his thumb rubbed against me. I could feel my climax coming. “We’ve. Already... Been through it. Waste of. Time.” I waved to the door. “You are excused.”
With furrowed brows and insulted glances, they got up, heading out of the room. Before the door fully shut, Lorcan gently bit down, just enough to send a slice of pain and overwhelming bliss through me.
My head fell back, clutching the chair for life, a silent scream bouncing off my ribs, breath ripped from me. My frame shuddered as firecrackers danced across my vision. Then my pleasure blasted out of me, parting me from reality. I cried out. My awareness spiraled out into space.
White covered my vision, pulling me away from my body.
Flash.
A man stood before me, his back facing me. He stood on an empty street, parts of houses and buildings crumbling, as though a wrecking ball had smashed through them. A car was on fire, and debris spread out on the road.
I took a step, trying to get a better view of the man, his back bent forward, his shoulders rising and falling with every ragged breath he took.
“Hey?” I reached for him.
The man swung around, and I stumbled back.
“Lars!”
But this was not the man I knew. His suit was rumpled, torn, and singed, his hair wild and streaked with red. Blood covered his face, his black eyes empty of any emotion.
My feet moved me back a few more paces. “Lars?” But I knew Lars was not there. I didn’t even feel his demon inside of him, which sent terror pumping through my veins.
He snarled, turning toward me. My gaze darted around. The lumps on the ground were bodies. What had happened? Did he do this?
In the distance I noticed a girl…one I recognized. Zoey stood over a figure of a man. This was the vision of her I had before. Her face displayed the same blankness of spirit as Lars.
Wait your turn, Druid, a strange, familiar voice said into my head. The King and the Wanderer are mine first. You and the Dae are next.
Lars thrust out his arms, tipped his head back, and let out a deafening cry, chilling me to the core. Like an atomic blast, energy burst off him with a force I had never felt nor could fathom. It ripped through my body, igniting my vision with darkness.
Flash.
“Ken?”
I blinked. A face hovered over me. Handsome. Familiar. I twisted my head, taking in the room.
“Hey, focus on me,” he said, turning my chin back to him. “This is real. You’re here with me, li’l bird.”
My nickname was a trigger.
Lorcan.
My office.
Vision.
I sat up; his hand stayed on my lower back, the other cupping my cheek. “Damn, I wasn’t expecting to make you truly black out.” He smirked. “I know I’m amazing, but…”
I tried to smile, but the images were raw in my head. Lorcan’s forehead pinched, and he took my face in his hands.
“What do you hear?”
“You. Talking.”
He snorted, his head bobbing. “Fair enough. What do you smell?”
“Disinfectant... and you.” I leaned my head into his chest. He skated his fingers through my hair, pinching my ear.
“And what do you feel?”
My vision ran further away from me with every second, becoming more of a feeling than anything substantial. All I knew was the streets were again going to run red with blood, and I had no way of knowing what was truly coming or how to stop it from happening.
I leaned back, my gaze meeting his, my voice low and quivering.
“I feel scared.”
Lightness was buckling underneath the darkness and soon both would fall.
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The Fall of the King
(Lightness Saga #3)
Fall 2017
Kennedy’s story has ended, but like West, her journey in this tale has not. Continue on with Lars’s story next, The Fall of the King.
There is nothing the Unseelie King can’t acquire.
That is until he meets Fionna Cathbad, a fierce Druid, who won’t bow to anyone. Especially Lars.
The Demon King has every right to kill her. Her treasonous acts against the crown are undisputable. But she is the key to the one thing he wants more than anything: the Cauldron of Dagda. A powerful treasure that no fae, even the King, should possess.
To get what he wants, Lars discovers the very thing that forces Fionna to help him. This leads them down a treacherous path because it’s not only Fionna who is deceiving him. His own mind is starting to turn on him, twisting his sanity, and releasing the demon he keeps pinned up.
As old ghosts and new foes step into this game, Lars needs to find the cauldron before all is lost.
His kingdom and himself.
Acknowledgements
With each book release, I am still floored that you all love these characters and their stories so much, you won’t let them end. Kennedy’s story is turning out to be one of my favorites, and it only happened because of you guys. Thank you again for wanting me to bring her tale to light!
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Hollie “the editor”- Don’t ever, ever leave me. I will wander the streets in my slippers, mumbling your name. Love you lady! http://www.hollietheeditor.com/.
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As always Mom, for being the best employee, sounding board, and mom.
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To all the indie/hybrid authors out there who inspire, challenge, support, and push me to be better. I love you!
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About The Author
Stacey Marie Brown is a lover of hot fictional bad boys and sarcastic heroines who kick butt. She also enjoys books, travel, TV shows, hiking, writing, design, and archery. Stacey swears she is part gypsy, being lucky enough to live and travel all over the world.
She grew up in Northern California, where she ran around on her family’s farm, raising animals, riding horses, playing flashlight tag, and turning hay bales into cool forts.
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