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Forsaken Fae: Book Two (EBOOK, LGBT)
Forsaken Fae: Book Two (EBOOK, LGBT)
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FORSAKEN FAE: BOOK TWO—PART OF A COMPLETED PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES (EBOOK, LGBT).
Len needs to track down a handbasket ASAP, because things are going straight to hell.
In the aftermath of the disastrous battle to close the rip between realms, he's stuck with a Fae who seems convinced that the only way to fix things is to leap directly into the maw of the Wild Hunt.
Len recognizes martyrdom when he sees it, and he's not about to let Albigard of the Unseelie sacrifice himself on the altar of his own guilty conscience.
After the events of the past few weeks, it's looking more and more like Len's ghosts may hold the key that can lock the Hunt back inside its box of horrors. But when circumstances trap him alone with Albigard in a dead pocket realm, it becomes increasingly clear that the Fae is every bit as damaged inside as Len is.
Before they can stop the Hunt and save the lost souls of their closest friends, they'll have to glue their broken edges together somehow. Only then will Len have a shot at undoing the damage that's already been done.
He just has to keep himself—and Albigard—alive long enough to get the chance.
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Forsaken Fae is an M/M urban fantasy trilogy. It's set in the same world as the bestselling series The Last Vampire and its other spinoff, Vampire Bound. Get Book Two today, and enter a world shared by humans, fae, demons, and vampires. It’s a place where the supernatural threatens the mundane, nothing is as it seems, and enemies must overcome their tangled pasts in order to save the future.
- Publication date: April 25, 2021
- Language: English
- Print length: 264 pages
- File size: 1437 KB
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ONE
LEN LOOKED UP from the pile of vegetables he was dicing, startled out of his dark thoughts by the furry lump that flopped limply onto the counter next to the cutting board. A pair of vacant, beady eyes stared at him with a vague aura of disgruntled accusation.
He blinked, and turned slowly in place until he was facing the kitchen’s other occupant. “Okay. So, I get that I’m human and you’re Fae, and we still have a fairly significant cultural disconnect going on. But… why did you just drop a dead opossum on the counter where I’m trying to do meal prep?”
Albigard of the Unseelie wore an irritated expression not dissimilar to the unfortunate animal’s—right down to the curled lip baring sharp canines. The sneer didn’t quite succeed in covering the gaunt cast to the Fae’s features, though—or the haunted look in his forest-green eyes.
“You complained of the lack of meat for your meal. I acquired meat.” This, delivered in the impatient, you-are-obviously-an-idiot tone that Len had come to expect from the man in their relatively short, albeit eventful, acquaintance.
Len turned his attention back to the unlucky opossum. It had been pierced through the ribs by what looked like a short arrow, complete with fletching made of bird feathers.
“All I said was that there were a limited number of things I could make using only carrots and potatoes,” Len replied slowly. “Also, that was, like, fifteen minutes ago. You seriously went hunting in your back yard in Chicago and killed an opossum in fifteen minutes flat?”
Albigard was still looking at Len as if he were mentally deficient. “The creatures are plentiful in this area. They are also slow. Easy targets with a crossbow. Do you want the meat or not?”
Len pondered that question, mentally assessing the likelihood that the thing was harboring one or more dangerous zoonotic diseases. He then weighed the odds of succumbing to foodborne illness given that the Wild Hunt—a rampaging Fae archetype of death—was currently stalking them across dimensions. After a moment, he shrugged.
“Sure, why the hell not?”
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