New York Times bestselling author Donna Grant “skillfully melds history and legend” (RT Book Reviews) in a brand new series – The Kindred.
To live in the light, they hunt in the dark…
Unparalleled in beauty and daring, Leoma has been raised with a single-minded focus—to wipe out corrupt witches. But when her new target leads her to a discovery that unveils a graver plan from the Coven, she doesn’t hesitate to follow. Yet, she’s not the only one on the hunt. And the sexy, infuriating man who crosses her path could prove to be a distraction—something she’s never encountered before.
Honor and family mean everything to Braith. When his life is turned upside down by the murder of his ward and heir without cause or reason, he has no choice but to turn to vengeance. Until a stunning, dangerous woman continues to thwart his efforts at every turn. Now, he must battle not only his need for revenge but his desire for the female, as well.
To live in the light, they hunt in the dark…
Unparalleled in beauty and daring, Leoma has been raised with a single-minded focus—to wipe out corrupt witches. But when her new target leads her to a discovery that unveils a graver plan from the Coven, she doesn’t hesitate to follow. Yet, she’s not the only one on the hunt. And the sexy, infuriating man who crosses her path could prove to be a distraction—something she’s never encountered before.
Honor and family mean everything to Braith. When his life is turned upside down by the murder of his ward and heir without cause or reason, he has no choice but to turn to vengeance. Until a stunning, dangerous woman continues to thwart his efforts at every turn. Now, he must battle not only his need for revenge but his desire for the female, as well.
Excerpt
Teaming up with the knight had never been in
Leoma’s plans. Then again, she knew the best way to defeat an enemy was to
adjust course whenever necessary.
And having Braith fight with her was the best decision.
At least she could keep an eye on him instead of trying to fight him as well as Brigitta. Now that he knew what he would be going up against, she suspected Braith could be a good ally.
She finished her bread as she observed him. While it wasn’t her first time seeing a man’s bare chest since she trained with males at the abbey, this was different.
Braith was different.
No matter how much she tried to tell herself that he was only a man, just like Radnar or any of the others at the abbey, he wasn’t.
Braith might look at the world like a knight at home in battle. But he also carried himself like a man who looked death in the eye. Then spat at it.
Those qualities appealed to her on a primal level. He caused her heart to thump wildly, and her blood to rush through her. She was drawn to him. Without rhyme or reason, she could feel herself gravitating toward him.
She was shocked and alarmed at the way her body reacted to him. But even she couldn’t deny the exhilaration that being near him brought.
The glimpse she had of his chest made her recall how she had spread his ruined tunic to get a better look at him earlier. Even now, she wished to see the rest of him.
Her mouth went dry when his indigo eyes met hers after he inspected his hand once more. It took her two attempts to swallow. She wished she knew what he was thinking.
His chest expanded as he drew in a deep breath and released it. “What’s our next move?”
“We wait.”
“Wait?” A dark brow shot up in question.
She couldn’t help but grin. Of course, he wouldn’t agree. She expected as much, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last time. “Aye.”
“Why?”
“The main reason is that we know Brigitta wants you for something.”
Braith crossed his arms over his chest, his lips flattening in displeasure. “I’m bait.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Nay,” he said tightly. Then he asked, “And the other reason?”
Leoma looked in the direction of the Witch’s Grove. “I’ve seen witches do many things with magic, but I’ve never seen one use it to disappear.”
“That was...shocking.”
“She could’ve gone anywhere.” And that bothered Leoma greatly. She slid her gaze back to Braith. “We have no way of tracking her.”
He lifted a shoulder. “Consider me bait, then.”
They shared a grin. She hadn’t expected him to be so accommodating. Most men were used to being in control. The idea of a woman running things generally went against everything a man knew. Especially men like Braith.
Then again, maybe he was smart enough to know that if he wanted to stay out of the Coven’s hands, he needed her. Or they needed each other since he had no experience with witches.
Leoma wasn’t sure what to make of the emotions that swirled seductively within her. Having his eyes on her did strange and amazing things. Heat and...need glided through her. Slowly. Seductively.
And having Braith fight with her was the best decision.
At least she could keep an eye on him instead of trying to fight him as well as Brigitta. Now that he knew what he would be going up against, she suspected Braith could be a good ally.
She finished her bread as she observed him. While it wasn’t her first time seeing a man’s bare chest since she trained with males at the abbey, this was different.
Braith was different.
No matter how much she tried to tell herself that he was only a man, just like Radnar or any of the others at the abbey, he wasn’t.
Braith might look at the world like a knight at home in battle. But he also carried himself like a man who looked death in the eye. Then spat at it.
Those qualities appealed to her on a primal level. He caused her heart to thump wildly, and her blood to rush through her. She was drawn to him. Without rhyme or reason, she could feel herself gravitating toward him.
She was shocked and alarmed at the way her body reacted to him. But even she couldn’t deny the exhilaration that being near him brought.
The glimpse she had of his chest made her recall how she had spread his ruined tunic to get a better look at him earlier. Even now, she wished to see the rest of him.
Her mouth went dry when his indigo eyes met hers after he inspected his hand once more. It took her two attempts to swallow. She wished she knew what he was thinking.
His chest expanded as he drew in a deep breath and released it. “What’s our next move?”
“We wait.”
“Wait?” A dark brow shot up in question.
She couldn’t help but grin. Of course, he wouldn’t agree. She expected as much, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last time. “Aye.”
“Why?”
“The main reason is that we know Brigitta wants you for something.”
Braith crossed his arms over his chest, his lips flattening in displeasure. “I’m bait.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Nay,” he said tightly. Then he asked, “And the other reason?”
Leoma looked in the direction of the Witch’s Grove. “I’ve seen witches do many things with magic, but I’ve never seen one use it to disappear.”
“That was...shocking.”
“She could’ve gone anywhere.” And that bothered Leoma greatly. She slid her gaze back to Braith. “We have no way of tracking her.”
He lifted a shoulder. “Consider me bait, then.”
They shared a grin. She hadn’t expected him to be so accommodating. Most men were used to being in control. The idea of a woman running things generally went against everything a man knew. Especially men like Braith.
Then again, maybe he was smart enough to know that if he wanted to stay out of the Coven’s hands, he needed her. Or they needed each other since he had no experience with witches.
Leoma wasn’t sure what to make of the emotions that swirled seductively within her. Having his eyes on her did strange and amazing things. Heat and...need glided through her. Slowly. Seductively.
About Donna Grant
Donna Grant is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the sizzling Dark King series featuring dragons, immortal Highlanders, and the Fae.
She was born and raised in Texas but loves to travel. Her adventures have taken her throughout the United States as well as to Jamaica, Mexico, and Scotland. Growing up on the Texas/Louisiana border, Donna’s Cajun side of the family taught her the “spicy” side of life while her Texas roots gave her two-steppin’ and bareback riding.
Despite deadlines and voracious reading, Donna still manages to keep up with her two children, four cats, and one long haired Chihuahua.
She was born and raised in Texas but loves to travel. Her adventures have taken her throughout the United States as well as to Jamaica, Mexico, and Scotland. Growing up on the Texas/Louisiana border, Donna’s Cajun side of the family taught her the “spicy” side of life while her Texas roots gave her two-steppin’ and bareback riding.
Despite deadlines and voracious reading, Donna still manages to keep up with her two children, four cats, and one long haired Chihuahua.
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