Erin Moon
If you'd asked me a week ago, I would have told you that the best cupcakes were dark chocolate with chocolate cream cheese icing, that dancing in a crowd of magic wielders — the Adept — was better than sex, and that my life was peaceful and uneventful. Just the way I liked it. That's what twenty-three years in the magical backwater of Vancouver will get you — a completely skewed sense of reality. Because when the dead werewolves started
...I wasn't even remotely interested in collecting the third instrument of assassination. It was far better for everyone involved — and for Warner, specifically — if I just let it be. And since I was the only one who could retrieve the artifacts, I figured it was my call to make.
I was wrong.
And though that wasn't unusual, I was just so ... so ... wrong ... about everything.
I was wrong about who I was protecting and why.
...One treasure down, two to go ...
Three months ago, I nearly lost my best friend while retrieving the first instrument of assassination. I also inadvertently released a rival who was definitely unhinged, way more powerful than me, and obsessed with harnessing the deadly power of the artifacts I'd been tasked by the guardian dragons to collect.
Add a sexy sentinel and a nearly immortal vampire to the mix, and what could possibly go
...I had new cupcakes to bake, a new treasure to hunt, and a new dragon in town — literally. Who wouldn't be ecstatic filling their days with chocolate, trinket collecting, and martial arts training?
Yeah ... me.
Because no matter how much chocolate I ate, I couldn't fill the dark pit in my soul. A darkness born from blood alchemy. A darkness that reeked of the black magic I now knew I was capable of creating.
Maybe it was
...I hadn't set foot in the human world for more than a few hours in over three and a half months. Sure, I was stronger and faster than I'd ever been before, and I had a shiny new sword, but I was seriously chocolate deprived. I don't recommend quitting cold turkey. And the new sword was a problem — to my mind, anyway. It represented all the expectations of a powerful father and a new otherworldly life. A life that wasn't the one I'd worked so
...A battle lost. A friend fallen. Cue the heroic undead...
Vicky shouldn't be alive. Knowing she has necromancer Damian Vesik to thank for her second chance, she's willing to do whatever it takes to return the favor.
Damian is lost, trapped inside a corrupted shell of his own power, and entwined with the Fae called Hern. Time is running out as Damian loses more of himself with every passing moment, bringing
...I had everything I'd ever wanted — a successful business with a second bakery in the works, a sexy fiance who I adored, and good friends who loved to laugh almost as much as I did.
So of course it couldn't possibly last.
Unfortunately, this time the trouble was homegrown in Vancouver, threatening my own backyard and those who were under my protection — whether they wanted to be or not.
I was, after all, the wielder of the
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