Alexandra Ivy

[Duzzz]

Odmowy przyjęcia

[Nocny Anioł]

ja ci dam odmowy

[Duzzz]

Tylko nie bij

[•Sol•]

Aniołku, Ty się przestań pieklić Duz nie jest osamotniona w braku weny do czytania Ivy też tak mam

[Duzzz]

Sol Wybawicielko

[•Sol•]

Duz, w grupie raźniej nie?

[Nocny Anioł]

na jedna i na druga bat okręcić i po tyłkach

[Duzzz]

Duz, w grupie raźniej nie?

Zawsze

Oj Aniołku nie bądź taka groźna

[Nocny Anioł]

jeszcze nie jestem

[Duzzz]

Oj tam, oj tam

[•Sol•]

Aniołku, już nie będę Ci przypominać kiedy miałaś czytać Kate Daniels Mądrala

[Nocny Anioł]

nie przypominaj lepiej

[Duzzz]

No i przyszła kryska na Matyska

[•Sol•]

a tak się rzucała, tak się rzucała

[Nocny Anioł]

ajak, czasem trzeba.
chodz przez chwilę

[Duzzz]

Wiecie jak ja was

Dobra, a wracając do Ivy mam na lapku, ale serio weny u mnie brak... Sensacja i kryminały mnie pożarły

[Nocny Anioł]

nic na siłę

[Lilia ❀]

June 3, 2014
Guardians of Eternity , #11

The vampire Roke is raw, sensual, always in control. Yet somehow he's allowed the unthinkable to happen: a nymph-like witch named Sally has used her magic to trick Roke into mating with her. The pair will remain bound for eternity unless Sally breaks the spell. The trouble is, she has no idea how. . .

Mating with Roke was an accident;at least that's what Sally keeps telling herself. She's on the hunt for her demon father, whose identity holds the key to releasing the spell. The search won't be easy with Roke shadowing Sally's every move. As they mate with a ferocity that leaves them both aching for more, Sally isn't sure if her world is more dangerous without Roke--or with him. . .

biedaczek

Spoiler:

Pro­logue
Styx’s lair
Chicago, IL

Styx was fairly cer­tain that hell had frozen over.
Noth­ing else could ex­plain the fact that in the past year he’d be­come the Anasso (King of All Vam­pires), moved from his dank caves into a be­he­moth of a man­sion that con­tained acres of mar­ble, crys­tal, and gilt—gilt for Christ’s sake—and mated with a pure-blooded Were who also hap­pened to be a veg­e­tar­ian.
Then, as if fate hadn’t had enough laughs at his ex­pense, he’d been in an epic bat­tle against the Dark Lord, which meant he’d been forced to make al­lies out of for­mer en­e­mies.
In­clud­ing the King of Weres, Sal­va­tore, who was cur­rently drink­ing Styx’s finest brandy as he smoothed a hand down his im­pec­ca­ble Gucci suit.
He paci­fied his bat­tered pride by be­liev­ing he would never have al­lowed the bas­tard over his doorstep if it wasn’t for the fact that their mates hap­pened to be sis­ters. His own mate, Darcy, was very ... in­sis­tent that she be al­lowed to spend time with Harley, who was grow­ing heavy with her first preg­nancy.
Or was it lit­ter?
Ei­ther way, Styx and Sal­va­tore were forced to play nice.
Not an easy task for two über-al­phas who’d been op­po­nents for cen­turies.
Set­tling his six-foot-plus frame in a chair that had a view of the moon-drenched gar­dens, Styx waited for his com­pan­ion to fin­ish his drink.
As al­ways, Sal­va­tore looked more like a so­phis­ti­cated mob boss than the King of Weres. His dark hair was pulled to a tail at his nape and his el­e­gant fea­tures cleanly shaved. Only the feral heat that glowed in the dark eyes re­vealed the truth of the beast that lived in­side him.
Styx on the other hand, didn’t even try to ap­pear civ­i­lized.
An Aztec war­rior, he was wear­ing a pair of leather pants, heavy shit-kick­ers, and a white silk shirt that was stretched to the limit to cover his broad chest. His long black hair was braided to hang down to his waist and threaded with tiny turquoise amulets. And to com­plete the image, he had a huge sword strapped to his back.
What was the point in being a bad-ass if you couldn’t look like one?
Set­ting aside his empty glass, Sal­va­tore flashed a daz­zling white smile. A sure sign he was about to be an­noy­ing.
“Let me see if I have this right,” the wolf drawled.
Yep. An­noy­ing.
Styx nar­rowed his dark eyes, his fea­tures that were too stark for true beauty tight with warn­ing.
“Do you have to?”
“Oh, yes.” The smile widened. “You asked the clan chief of Nevada to babysit a witch you had locked in your dun­geons?”
Styx silently swore to have a chat with his mate once their guests were gone.
He hadn’t in­tended Sal­va­tore to know that one of his most pow­er­ful vam­pires had been mag­i­cally forced into a mat­ing.
Hell, he’d had a hard enough time di­vulging the info with Jagr, his most trusted Raven. It was only be­cause he needed the vam­pire to do re­search that he’d re­vealed the se­cret.
A mat­ing was the rarest, most sa­cred, most in­ti­mate con­nec­tion a demon could ex­pe­ri­ence.
To think for a sec­ond that it could be in­flicted on a vam­pire against his will was noth­ing less than ... rape.
You didn’t re­veal that kind of weak­ness to your en­e­mies. Even if you did have a peace treaty.
Darcy, how­ever, was a gen­uine op­ti­mist who blithely as­sumed that Sal­va­tore would never abuse priv­i­leged in­for­ma­tion.
Now Styx was stuck re­veal­ing the truth to the mangy mutt.
“Sally Grace was not only a pow­er­ful witch who was ca­pa­ble of black magic, but she wor­shipped the Dark Lord,” he grudg­ingly ex­plained, not about to admit that it had been more habit than fear that had led him to lock the fe­male in his dun­geons. Sally Grace was barely over five foot and weighed less than a hun­dred pounds. She hadn’t looked like a threat. And she prob­a­bly wouldn’t have been if she hadn’t been so scared. “Of course I wasn’t going to take any chances.”
“Why, Roke?”
Styx shrugged. “I was busy deal­ing with the an­cient spirit that was try­ing to turn vam­pires into crazed killers.”
Nat­u­rally Sal­va­tore wasn’t sat­is­fied.
“And?” he prod­ded.
“And the prophet had warned that Roke would be im­por­tant to the fu­ture,” he mut­tered. He’d truly thought keep­ing Roke in his lair would pro­tect him. Ah, the best laid plans of mice and vam­pires ... “How the hell was I sup­posed to know Sally Grace was half-de­mon?”
Sal­va­tore gri­maced. “It must have been quite a shock to poor Roke to dis­cover him­self mated to a witch”
Styx’s hu­mor­less laugh echoed through the li­brary at the mem­ory of Roke’s fury.
“Shock isn’t the word I’d use.”
“She’s lucky he didn’t kill her on the spot.”
Frus­tra­tion sim­mered deep in­side Styx. Roke might be an ar­ro­gant pain in the ass, but he was a brother. And more im­por­tantly, he was a clan chief who had a duty to his peo­ple. They had to find a way to break the mat­ing.
And how to make damned sure it never hap­pened again.
“He might have killed her if the magic she used didn’t feel as real as any true mat­ing.”
Sal­va­tore’s amuse­ment faded. “That bad?”
“Worse.” Styx surged to his feet. “With­out her know­ing who or what fa­thered her, the witch doesn’t even know how to re­verse the dam­age.”
“You’re cer­tain this isn’t some trick?”
“I’m not cer­tain of any­thing be­yond the need to find a way to break the bond.”
Sal­va­tore poured an­other shot of brandy. “Do you have a plan?”
Plan? Styx gri­maced. The clos­est they’d had to a plan the past year had been to charge from one dis­as­ter to an­other.
Why would this be any dif­fer­ent?
“Sally left al­most three weeks ago to search for any clues that would re­veal who her fa­ther might be,” he said.
“And Roke?”
“He’s try­ing to catch her.”
Sal­va­tore arched a brow. “You let him go alone?”
“Of course not.” A slow smile curved Styx’s lips. “I al­lowed Levet to go with him.”
Sal­va­tore choked on his brandy at the men­tion of the tiny gar­goyle who’d at­tached him­self to both Darcy and Harley. Like a freak­ing bar­na­cle that couldn’t be scraped off.
A three-foot pest with del­i­cate fairy wings in shades of blue and crim­son and gold, Levet could drive a sane man to gar­goyle-cide in three sec­onds flat.
“You are a bad, bad vam­pire,” Sal­va­tore mur­mured.
“I try.”

[Desdemona]

ależ fajna okładka....

[Księżycowa Kawa]

U nas - gdy już wydadzą - taka raczej nie będzie...

[Desdemona]

jak sobie przypominam to Levet pojawia się z Shai czyli w 2 tomiszczu....

[•Sol•]

a czyli jednak w 2 Kawę to usprawiedliwia w nieznajomości, ale mnie już nie. No nie pamiętam. Des, a w którym momencie może tak?

[Księżycowa Kawa]

Owszem, jest i chyba nawet ma własne opowiadanie, później.

[Nocny Anioł]

tak Levet pojawia sie w dwujce

[Desdemona]

oj kochana już tak nie pamiętam kiedy Levet wskakuje na scenę....ale w 2 to się dzieje i już garglcik jest w każdym kolejnym tomie służąc radą i pomocą...

a nawet ma swój tom...