By Quinn Loftis
Triktapic, the deadly dark elf assassin, has been restored
by the Forest Lords to his rightful place as king of the Elven realm. Now, he
must face his former comrades as he attempts to stop Lorsan, king of the dark
elves, from enslaving the human race. Lorsan has already begun distributing
Rapture, the irresistible drink that destroys those who unknowingly become
addicted to it. Will Cassie, his Chosen, be able to give Trik the strength he needs
to face his dark past?
Meanwhile, Cassie’s best friend, Elora, is in a fight for
her own life. Elora, her mother, Lisa, and a small band of light elves have
traveled deep into the dark elf realm in hopes of rescuing Cassie and Trik. But
their mission quickly turns into a battle for their own lives as they are
surrounded by Lorsan and his warriors. Though outnumbered ten to one, the
humans and elves fight heroically. They fight for a King once lost, but now
found. They fight for the human realm that doesn’t yet know it is in need of
saving. They fight for love; a love that has already been discovered and a love
that is waiting to be revealed. Despite their valiant efforts, the band is
captured and held captive by the dark elf king.
The peaceful world that Cassie and Elora knew is long gone,
shattered by their realization that elves walk secretly among them, and are
bent on their destruction. Soon, each of the girls will be forced to choose her
own path. Cassie must decide to which world she belongs and Elora must decide
if she will fight for a warrior hell bent on keeping her from his side.
Two species, human and elf, stand on the precipice of war,
united in one goal; shatter the dark elf king’s plan, and unite a divided race
under the rule of the one true King.
Excerpt 1
“You’re mine, Cassie, my Chosen. I cannot do what it is I
have to do without you.” He felt emotions that seemed to have been building all
day begin to rush through him and he was nearly overwhelmed. He cupped her face
and leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. He shouldn’t be lying here with
the most incredibly sweet woman he’d ever met. He didn’t deserve her, and yet,
he wouldn’t let her go, not ever.
Cassie moaned as Trik kissed her. If there was one thing her
assassin could do, it was kiss. His lips worked a spell over her as she parted
her lips for him. The taste of him rushed into her and she pushed closer to
him, needing to feel him against her—needing to know that she was safe and that
Trik wouldn’t let anything happen to her. His arms wrapped around her and he
rolled them so that she was on top of him. She laughed into their kiss at the
quick motion, and when she opened her eyes, she saw his silver ones staring
back at her.
“You’re so beautiful, A’maelamin,” he whispered
to her.
She felt his hands run down her back and stop at the lowest
point of the small of her back. She would like to say that she was feeling
virtuous, but that would be a big, fat lie. She wiggled against him and Trik
groaned and gripped her hips suddenly, holding her still.
“You know what they say about those who play with fire?”
Trik asked her in a dangerously low and utterly seductive voice.
Cassie leaned down until her mouth was next to his ear.
“That they’re begging to be burned?”
Excerpt 2
“No comments on saving the world, huh?” Elora asked
sarcastically.
“I think it goes without saying that I and my sword are
capable of saving the world,” Cush answered.
Elora was struck mute by the sheer confidence he exuded. She
was trying really hard to not want him, and if he wasn’t so
self-assured, handsome, calm under pressure, and funny—in a totally unexpected
way—she’d be doing alright. But he was all of those things and he kept saying
things that threw her off balance. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Bad
move genius, she told herself. Rule number one; do not look at
the hotness. Okay, maybe this could work if she could just set up some
ground rules for herself. She could call them: Rules to stay un-elfed.
She mentally smiled at her made up title and then mentally kicked herself for
basically have a conversation with herself, complete with laughing at her own
jokes. She settled down into her seat without responding to his sharp, witty,
and admittedly hilarious comment.
“Wake me when we get to the restaurant,” Elora said to no
one in particular.
“Elora, it will take all of five minutes to get to a place
to eat,” Lisa pointed out.
What Elora wanted to say was, that’s five minutes
too many to be stuck in this ride with the only guy she had ever met that made
her want to bat her eye lashes and giggle like a moron, but what she
actually said was, “Five minutes of sleep is better than none.” Witty? No.
Drama free? At least on the outside she was.
About The Author
Quinn lives in beautiful NW Arkansas with her husband, son,
Doberman and cat (who thinks she is a ninja in disguise). She is beyond
thankful that she has been blessed to be able to write full time and hopes the
readers know how much all of their support means to her. Some of her hobbies
include reading, exercising, crochet, and spending time with family and
friends. She gives all credit of her success to God because he gave her the
creative spirit and vivid imagination it takes to write.
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