Reign of Ice (Forever Fae series)

by L. P. Dover

  Yawning, Ella snuggled into her covers and smiled sleepily. “I’m ready for the story now, Daddy.”

  Smiling, Brayden reached over and took my hand. “I love you, angel.”

  “And I love you,” I murmured back silently. “Always …”

  We both gazed down at our precious daughter, the one who brought me back, and the one who saved all our lives. Settling into place, Brayden kissed her cheek and began to tell the story that would forever be engrained in our minds and in our souls; the story of our lives.

  “Once upon a time, in the Land of the Fae, there were four powerful princesses …”

  THE END

  ~Coming spring 2014~

  The LAND OF THE FAE series

  The journey continues in this all new spin off series.

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  About the Author

  L.P. Dover lives in the beautiful state of North Carolina with her husband and two wonderful daughters. She’s an avid reader that loves her collection of books. Writing has always been her passion and she’s delighted to share it with the world. L.P. Dover spent several years in college starting out with a major in Psychology and then switching to dental. She worked in the dental field for eight years and then decided to stay home with her two beautiful girls.

  Her works consist of the Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, and her standalone Love, Lies, and Deception. She’s really excited to be able to experience writing in the different genres. Her reading used to consist of nothing but suspense thrillers, but now she can't get away from the paranormal/fantasy books. Now that she has started on her passion and began writing, you will not see her go anywhere without a notebook, pen, and her secret energy builder … chocolate.

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  Sneak Peek of CHARMED

  by Cambria Hebert

  Chapter One

  “Death Escort - an assassin employed by the Grim Reaper. Will kill a target by any means necessary. Including charm.”

  Charming

  Present day

  You would think being a Death Escort—a killer by trade—would make a man above getting a lecture from his boss. Apparently when you work for the Grim Reaper, the ultimate death dealer, it doesn’t matter who you are, how many times you’ve killed, or how ruthless you might be because he is better.

  After over ninety years of working for him, it’s still annoying as hell.

  And so are his lectures.

  The fact is it gets old working for someone who is the be-all, end-all in life and death. So when I saw the chance to allow someone to get the best of him, I took it. I mean, it isn’t every day when someone manages to get around the iron-clad rules of the Grim Reaper himself.

  So yeah, I talked and wasted time. I “forgot” to mention that one of his new Escorts had figured out a way to break the call of death that was placed on a Target. Turns out in the eyes of the Reaper (who strangely looked a lot like Mr. Burns from that cartoon The Simpsons), that made me an accessory.

  And now, after weeks of delaying the inevitable, I was getting my punishment.

  Goody gumdrops.

  Instead of listening to what a disappointment I was, how he should just Recall me right now and let me twist away in an eternity far worse than hell, blah, blah, blah, I turned my attention instead toward the floor-to-ceiling row of closets that lined the wall behind his massive desk.

  The closets where he kept his bodies.

  Some people collect coins, artifacts, or tools. G.R. collects bodies.

  The doors were open, making me think he was displaying his collection to me for a certain reason. Shock value maybe? Though he must know that seeing a bunch of bodies wasn’t something that would shock me. These bodies were all groomed and hanging in perfect rows. I was used to seeing bodies in… less than perfect condition.

  Maybe it was to make me think that the very body I inhabited at this moment might end up back with the others and I would be nothing but the red mist that makes up my soul.

  I scanned the bodies, my eyes looking for one that probably should have been familiar, but after so many years I wondered if it would be. I had done this occasionally through the years, but just like today, I didn’t see it. I wondered what had become of my original body, the one I was born in. The one I died in. I couldn’t imagine G.R. got rid of it; I mean, he was practically a body hoarder, yet in all my years of working as an escort, of rotating bodies, I hadn’t seen it.

  And I wasn’t about to ask. Because asking would let him know I wondered; it would give him even more power over me… something he didn’t need more of.

  “I have a new Target for you,” G.R. announced, effectively ending my thinking.

  “A Target?” I asked, surprised, wondering if I somehow missed the punishment I was supposed to get.

  “That is your job, is it not?” he mused, staring at me through narrowed eyes. His cheekbones jutted out and his wide forehead was further widened by the way he combed his dark hair back and away from his face. He wasn’t a big man, but I guess when the merest touch could kill, muscles didn’t really matter.

  “I thought we were here to discuss the status of my job,” I replied, looking right at him. I was careful to keep my posture bordering on lazy to give off the impression I could care less about whatever he dished out.

  “Active,” he said, irritation flashing through his eyes. “That’s the status of your job. Like it or not, you’re one of the best escorts I have.”

  I flashed a smile. I wasn’t one of the best. I was the best. We both knew it. I guess that was the reason my punishment was lacking.

  “Here,” he said, holding out a file. I got up and took the folder, opening it up and staring down at the picture clipped to the front of the page. It was a young woman, in her twenties—long dark hair, brown eyes, and full lips. She was gorgeous, which could be considered a bonus. She had the bone structure of fine breeding and about four names, which spoke of old money.

  She’d be dead by the end of the week.

  I scanned the information, looking for her address, looking for the place I’d be flying off to next. Hopefully it was somewhere warm, with miles of beaches. Or perhaps the dessert where it seemed the sun always shined. I didn’t really care as long as it wasn’t here. Alaska sucked. I hoped I never came here again.

  My eyes found the zip code and I stiffened. “Is this right?” I asked, turning to look at G.R.

  “Have I ever given you faulty information?”

  Here. The woman was here, in this godforsaken, cold, and dark
town.

  Something niggled at the back of my brain. I looked at her name again. Rosalyn Elizabeth Kennedy Sinclair. Her last name… I’d heard it before. I glanced down at the short paragraph on known information about the Target.

  Daughter of Senator Jack Sinclair.

  The file slapped my thigh when I jerked and spun around to look at G.R. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

  “I don’t joke about business.”

  “She’s the daughter of Jack Sinclair, the Alaskan senator. He’s practically a celebrity around here,” I said, thinking of all the times I watched the news or some show on TV. The press here loved him. They practically camped out on his lawn, just hoping for a glimpse of him.

  “Yes. He is. His daughter is worth thirty million dollars.”

  “Money. So this Target is all about money,” I said. I don’t know why this irritated me, but it did. It certainly wasn’t the first time I’d killed for money. It wouldn’t be the last. In fact, I killed for money more than I killed for abilities because finding people with some sort of ability wasn’t as easy as finding one with money.

  “You have something against money, Charming?”

  “No. But you have to know this girl has got to have security practically feeding her breakfast. Not to mention she probably has fifteen financial advisors and lawyers that will make actually getting to her money impossible.”

  “So are you saying you can’t do this job? That you refuse?”

  Ahhhh. And here it was.

  Understanding dawned like the sun of a new day.

  He was dolling out my punishment in the form of a job. He assigned me a Target that would practically guarantee failure. Failure would get me Recalled, would get my soul pulled out of my body and sent into an empty vast space of nothingness for all eternity. A place where I could hear the tortured wails of those lost around me, a place where I could think but feel nothing but pain, and a place where I would know no peace ever.

  And if I refused this job?

  Same thing. So here was an interesting dilemma. I could refuse and get Recalled. I could fail and get Recalled. Or I could pull off the most impossible kill in the history of escorting and I could make Mr. Death himself finally realize who he was attempting to mess with.

  Really, there was no dilemma at all.

  “You know this job is going to take longer. To infiltrate the camp of this woman, of this family… it isn’t something I can do overnight.”

  G.R.’s eyes gleamed. “Yes, I’m aware. I’ll give you six months.”

  I kept my face smooth, my posture relaxed as his timeline sucker punched me in the gut. Six months? That was insane. A job of this magnitude would take a year. I underestimated just how angry I had made him.

  My eyes slid to the bowl of light-colored stones that sat on the corner of his desk. The stones that he always left in exchange for a life that he took. Once a stone was placed, the death—the end of a life—was sealed. There was no getting out of it.

  Except for once.

  Turns out if you can manage to break the stone, then you break the claim of the Grim Reaper. One of the new Escorts figured it out. It got him Recalled. It got me into this predicament.

  “I want more than my usual cut,” I said. Punishment or not, if I pulled this off I wanted what I earned. “Ten million.”

  “That’s a lot of money,” G.R. replied, leaning back in his chair as he appraised me. “You’re in no position to be making demands.”

  I shrugged. “You’re convinced I’ll fail anyway. Who cares how much I ask for?”

  Again, he rested chin atop his fingers. “Fine. Ten million.”

  I resisted the urge to smile.

  “You get six months. Get into her life. Get into her bank accounts. Make sure when she is dead, it’s all yours. And if you succeed…” He paused and looked at me. “Then I’ll overlook your betrayal.”

  My betrayal? He acted like I was the one who broke his claim, who bested him. All I did was keep my mouth shut. If I had known I was going to be punished like this, then I would’ve made it worth it.

  “Fine. I’ll take the job.” Like I really had a choice.

  G.R. clapped his hands like a kid on Christmas morning. “Wonderful.”

  Yeah, great. Not only was I given the most impossible Target ever, but I was also being sentenced to this icy, dark prison that was Alaska.

  I gripped the file and headed for the door. I was ready to go.

  “Oh, Charming,” G.R. called behind me.

  I turned.

  “You remember the rules. You fail, you get Recalled. You get caught or put in jail, I won’t come get you. I’ll let you rot in a cell until your body dies or you get out, and then I’ll come get you… to Recall you. Basically, if you do anything but complete the job, life as you know it is over.”

  I left the room, closing the massive double wooden doors behind me. I took a moment to lean against them, sagging under the weight of this new assignment. I allowed myself maybe thirty seconds of wallowing before pushing away from the door and straightening.

  He thought he had me. He thought he had a way—a reason—to finally get the best of me.

  He was wrong.

  Game on.

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