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Dravian's Seer

Blurb:

Seeking his abducted father and running away from his throne, Prince Dravian sets out on a journey, guided by a vision of a woman who will help lead him to his destiny.

Lilya is a seer who loathes her gift and wants nothing to do with the prince whose come looking for her help. He kidnaps her in order to keep her safe from those pursuing him and uses her to help him find his lost father. She tries to ignore her attraction to him after all he's also a wolf caller, considered crazy, even dangerous. But every reading she does tells her she is destined to be his mate.

Dravian is determined to claim her as his and find his father. Danger, deception and illusion surround them. When the gods become involved things become even more complicated. Will Dravian be able to claim his seer and get back his father? Or will a dark god destroy everything.

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Excerpt:

“What is going on here?” A deep gravely baritone demanded. She shivered, nipples standing at attention as the sound slid up and down her spine causing her stomach to tighten and body to flush with heat.

“This is none of your concern stranger,” Mathrik sneered.

“Miss, are you all right?”

Damn, he’s stupid, she thought. “Oh, I’m just fine thanks, couldn’t be better tied to a tree, with my head pounding due to one of those morons assaulting me. Other than that, I’m just peachy. Why don’t you mosey on by, this is some sort of sex ritual taking place here, wouldn’t want to anger the goddess now would we,” Lilya replied dryly. Her vision cleared to find a giant of a man standing at least a head taller than Mathrik and two of his cronies. He wore dark brown leather pants, knee high brown boots with a sword at his side, in what looked like a simple leather scabbard with some sort of wolf seal imprinted on it.

His once white shirt was stained with what looked like mud and his dark brown hair was pulled back to show off his jaw shadowed by dark brown stubble, full sensual lips, a slightly crooked nose and hooded dark blue-gray eyes framed by dark lashes. She shifted as his gaze turned on her, there was a storm in his eyes, something wild and untamed, animalistic lurked there. She shivered as heat flooded her body, he screamed warrior. A man that would take you hard and fast, then throw you away as if you meant nothing. Lilya looked away, she didn’t need a guy like that saving her, his kind would ask for payment as they had in the last village she had lived in and the one before that and one before as it had been ever since she came of age. She was no great beauty but because she was a seer, there was no one to protect her.

If she had been born during the time, when seers were valuable she would have had a protector and her parents would have been held in high regard, but that time had passed on. Very few held seers in high regard. Ever since her parents and been slaughtered when she was ten she had moved from village to village trying to find a place to belong to, so far she hadn’t found a single place that hadn’t either beaten her or offered her up as protection price to soldiers.

She started to struggle against her bindings, she had to escape, she refused to be fucked and tossed away no matter how attractive her ‘rescuer’ was he was no different from the others. The rope burned and cut into her skin with each twist of her body. Mathrik and his buddies had tied her tightly to the tree.

“Stop that, seer bitch,” Mathrik ordered but she refused to listen to him. Once she got herself loose she would gather her meager belongings and run away just as she had done before, but first she had to get loose. She continued to wiggle and writhe against her bindings. Her head snapped back when one of Mathrik’s cronies punched her in the chin, hard, the side of her head hit the rough side of the tree and she bit her tongue, the metallic salty taste of blood filled her mouth. She spit it out turned her head and glared at the man known as Yeb. She shook and rolled her eyes for affect. Yeb was afraid of Lilya due to her abilities.

Lilya slumped against the tree and then opened her eyes looking directly at Yeb.

“Tomorrow you will wake up with a large headache and an upset stomach. Your wife will then kick you out of the house and refuse to let you back in. You will turn to your mistress only to be discovered by your wife who will attempt to kill you.”

Yeb paled and stared at her. He started to back up, right up to the edge of the lake, he almost lost his footing when Mathrik caught him by the arm.

“She’s lying Yeb,” Mathrik assured.

“But, she knows about Lessa,” Yeb said shaking.

Mathrik opened his mouth and then closed it. No one was supposed to know about Lessa and Yeb, despite the fact that everyone knew.

“If you are so concerned go home to your wife, Melonia. Bastwick and I will take care of things here.”

Yeb looked uncertain but then seemed to make up his mind, rushing off up the dirt road leading to the village. One down, Lilya said. Lilya knew Bastwick wouldn’t be so easy to scare away. Lilya spared a glance at the stranger and felt a jolt as their eyes connected. The way he looked at her, as if he truly saw her and wanted her made her breath halt, her sex pulsed to life. She licked her lips and looked away. He is just like the others, she reminded herself. You can get out of this without him, without anyone. She started to wriggle and squirm. Her head snapped to the side again and more blood flooded her mouth, her vision swam.

“Stop that, seer whore.”

Anger burned inside of her. “You guys should pick better insults. Calling me a whore or bitch doesn’t really do it anymore. Besides, I’m not the one that is called fire pants!” She yelled at Bastwick, whom she assumed was the one who attacked her this time. Another punch to the face told her she was right. She spit out more blood and closed her eyes. It was obvious the stranger wasn’t going to help her, not that she thought he would, but it would have been nice if he just walked away.

Suddenly things became silent, not a sound was uttered by Bastwick and Mathrik. She opened her eye slowly, as her vision cleared, she was sure she saw something furry moving back and forth before her, with two large masses lying on the ground. She blinked and saw things clearly. Two gray wolves paced before the bodies, Bastwick and Mathrik lay on the ground, large hunks of flesh were missing from their throats and blood seeped from the wounds into the ground.
Her stomach roiled, as the ropes fell from around her body she dropped to the ground on all fours heaving. Tears streamed down the corners of her eyes, her throat burned and her head pounded. The world became black as she passed out for the second time that night.




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