Contract Gifted (Contracted Book 4)
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Whatever my dear Elysia asks for, I try in earnest to deliver. She has kept me sane all these years and given me a reason to do more than simply be.
So, when Elysia picked up the book of the Prophet, hot off the presses as it were, and she became interested in such narrations and their effects on the mortal world at large, I agreed to take up the task.
But only for her.
Oh, who is the Prophet you ask?
Well, dear reader, just because you have seen the vampire world through Quintillus’s eyes, does not mean that you have seen the whole world. He always had a knack for knowing just a little too much, has happened to slip into town as I was just getting comfortable.
But we have never met face to face. He does not know what I look like. Besides seeing him in passing, covered in blood and a mask, I had not seen his face until his televised interview last year. I simply know the man by reputation and knew to stay out of his way as much as he knows to stay out of mine.
Most vampires ignore the obvious, their little minds too shallow to accept the whole truth, but it’s paying attention to those details, following the interviews and reading the books that the Council expects other vampires to ignore, that has given me such a keen edge.
They call me the Warlord.
If only they knew how appropriate the name was.
Coming Soon:
Awakened:
The Last Prophet*
Every human is capable of magic, it has been a part of the world since the beginning of time. In the other races magic was rare, one or two a generation might have it, but all humans had it, which aided them in conquering and finally exterminating the other races.
In the modern era, only a small percentage of humans ever become able to actively use their magic. Laws have been built to both protect and control those who have awakened to magic.
Dave Archon works with the Magical Protection Agency. It is his job to investigate and then capture Awakened who break the laws, but when mages start turning up dead, he’s the one called in. No one kills the Awakened, they might not have the skill necessary to all be called mage, but they are dangerous. Violence against mages is practically zero, the cases before Dave are the first mage murder in modern history.
Abby is a new Awakened. Her mark is not yet healed and she has no idea what she’s doing, or how she’ll pay the taxes on her magic use. Her roommate takes her to a party at the estate of a man looking to become a patron of a mage.
In a world where fate is as real as magic, Dave doesn’t hesitate when he meets Abby at the party and his heart skips a beat.
Prototype
An Aurora Novel
(Working Title)
My name is Maggy Doyle. I have a three-year-old daughter, a husband, a home, and an extended family. I work a secretary job for a lawyer’s office and spend my days just trying to fly under the radar of pretty well everyone.
See, five years ago, I was found wandering around a field. I don’t recall anything before that moment. I had no idea who I was. If it weren’t for Harry, if not for how much he loved me before the incident, I would have probably been lost forever.
Imagine my surprise when I opened my front door one day to find men standing there, demanding my daughter and I go with them. They wouldn’t answer my questions or tell me where they were taking us.
There’s this nagging at the back of my mind telling me that it has to do with Aurora. The still new, third world we were linked to, ruled by a woman who is said to have not only created the world, but also animals, and who knew what else.
What could she possibly want with twenty people ranging from late teens to middle-aged? The only thing we have in common is amnesia. Our lives before a certain point were erased. We didn’t do anything wrong, none of us know each other and our incidents were months or even years apart.
We’re completely harmless.
I think.
My name is Nathaniel Edwards, I am just over forty years old as I write this introduction. I’ve chosen to write this of my own volition, I was not pressured into it, nor was I commanded by my wife and Mistress, Isabella. Today she may be Mistress, but tomorrow she will be my sub once more. Most likely you are reading this because you read Isabella’s books and were curious about my part of the story.
Or you whined about how you didn’t get all the details in the middle portion of her books and now you’re hoping my absolutely detailed account with her will rectify the situation.
I’m not the least bit sorry to say, you will be disappointed. This is not a detailed account of my time with Isabella Domme. You already know what happened when she was around me. I lost my mind, my lust got the better of me.
No, this account covers before I met Isabella, how I became the man that I was when she met me. Yes, I will cover—however briefly—my time with her during the contract but it will be focused on after she was removed from my home. While my journals from our time together are being collected, and edited slightly for inclusion in the national archives, I don’t much feel like sharing that with you.
My story does not begin and end with Isabella. Just as hers did not end with marrying me. Well, her written story did, but she went on to bigger and better things in the real world. My story doesn’t even begin when I met Him.
Master.
About the Author
Aya DeAniege is a Canadian author who wrote for years, first to please herself then writing stories for free—believing no one would ever pay to read her stuff—before pursuing indie publishing. She still writes mainly for personal pleasure, with topics ranging from romance, fantasy, science fiction, on to whatever takes her fancy in the future. World creation fascinates her, and when she finds one she likes, she dabbles endlessly.
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