Ever since the day a fae raid stole away my
parents, poverty and scavenging have been two constants in my life. Home is the
human slums of Chimra, though it was once known as the great city of Chicago.
The fae rule over New Earth and humanity with a neglectful and ruthless fist.
But everything changes when Gabreon, the fae lord who led that raid six years
ago, finds me in the forbidden dumping grounds and claims me as his own. Which
leads to anger, confusion, and heartache—on my side and his.
Lina. The
human Gabreon couldn’t forget. When he sees her in the dumping grounds, he no
longer can ignore the pull between them. Though claiming her goes against
everything he was brought up to believe, he takes her as his companion. During
the day, she holds herself away from him, but at night, she sparks to life in
his arms. As a human revolution ferments and his growing relationship with Lina
becomes even more perilous, he discovers that he and his society have much to
make amends for. Earning her forgiveness will be hard, but keeping both of them
alive in the meantime might prove impossible.
~~This story pulls you in
with its passion and adventure and doesn't let go. Lina and Gabreon's tale
spans several books. Though this story can function as a standalone, it is
better read as part of a series~~
~~The Fae Lord's
Mistress is a dark fantasy romance that deals with sensitive issues (initial
dark hero, violence, and slavery-like conditions for the general human
population, plus more). Steamy sex scene(s) are also inside. If you dislike any
of these, then this epic fantasy romance likely isn't for you~~
Teaser
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I pocketed the fae statue and patted my pouch, loving the weighty
feeling that the item created against my hand. Now I could go home. Gran and
Grandpa would be so—
The baying of a hound tore through the quietness like a blade. My
heart froze solid before exploding into a pounding rhythm. Oh, God, no.
I knew that otherworldly sound, and that was no human hound but a
Sidhe one. Shit, shit, shit!
The impulse to flee nearly overpowered me, but a smidgeon of sense
won out at the end. I clenched my arms to my sides and pressed my feet against
the littered ground as hard as I could so I didn’t give in to the dangerous
urge. Yes, I had to move, but I had to do so wisely. It wouldn’t do to go in
the direction of the hound—or hounds. The realization there could be more than
one caused another dose of fear to leech into my bones. There could very well
be a multitude of the beasts around. And if there were hounds, their handlers
had to be about as well.
Worse, I had no idea where they could be in relation to me. Why were
they even here? Surely, the threat of a few human poachers was nothing to the
Sidhe. Though running into a patrol had always been a possibility, the
likelihood had seemed a remote one—until now. The fae punished human thieves
quite severely when the mood hit—and it hit often—but guarding the trash yard
had never been a top priority for them.
As I listened carefully, only the beating of my heart sounded in my
ears. Beads of sweat wove trails down my back, and the cool air suddenly
stifled me. I couldn’t remain here, yet going elsewhere didn’t seem any wiser.
Indecision gnawed at my insides. Every choice felt wrong and potentially
deadly. But if I stayed in one place, they’d catch my scent all that much
faster. Maybe if I moved around, that would confuse them? Something, though,
told me that they probably could differentiate between a fresh trail and an
older one. Damn, what should I do?
I couldn’t search for Rachel or the others that were here, either. To
do so might cause more harm than good. In a situation like this, we all
understood that it was a race for our own survival.
Taking in a shuddering breath, I scrubbed a hand over my face. What a
horrific mess. What could I—
The pounding of feet—no, paws—sliced into my consciousness. Growling
and baying followed. This time, pure instinct propelled me from my hiding
place. Though I kept as low as possible, my steps rang out like a blaring
alarm. I didn’t know which way to look. The sounds came at me from every
direction, disorienting and confusing my panicked mind. The once familiar
dumping grounds turned into a foreign landscape of blurred color. My feet
carried me blindly through mazes of garbage until I found myself hemmed in by a
towering mountain of broken furniture.
I spun around, my heart threatening to implode as I looked for an
escape route. The baying and growling had become deafening, which could only
mean one thing. Suddenly, my frantic gaze alighted on a narrow corridor between
the heaps. I raced toward the exit and turned sideways to squeeze through it.
“Halt, human!” a clear, accented voice rang out.
As I skidded to a stop before the corridor, something leaped onto my
back and sent me crashing to the ground. Air whooshed out of my lungs, and pain
ricocheted through my ribs. A growl came from above me, and two huge paws
pushed into my back. Hot, wet air blasted next my ear before the snapping of
teeth caused me to flinch.
Terror exploded through my veins like a searing shot of alcohol. Oh, God. Let me faint before I’m mauled. I
closed my eyes, awaiting the slash of claws and teeth.
About the Author:
Lisa Kumar is a wife, mother, and romance writer
who grew up in small-town Indiana. She now resides in the suburbs of Chicago
with her husband and two sons. When not spinning tales of romance and fantasy, she
can often be found with her nose buried in a book. Her scholastic background is
in psychology, which enabled her to get low-paying jobs in the human services
sector. Needless to say, she's now writing full-time.
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