Weddings are a family time, a fun time, a stressful time...I should know, I'm planning for my daughter's upcoming wedding. But weddings are also a time of love. And I love Gabe from The Last Protector, and he's getting married...or is he? Gabe Stewart has everything he ever wanted. Mortal Earth is safe. He’s a super-hero Protector whose best friend is within telepathic shouting distance. And then there’s his soul-mate, Singer. He knew right away she was the one he’d been waiting for. But Gabe’s world shatters when Singer professes she doesn’t love him. On top of that, his mother admits she’s been messing with his memory making him doubt everything he’s ever known. And just when it seems things can’t get any worse, his best friend in the whole freaking world, Kellen St. James, wants Gabe to stop being his Protector. Being a Protector is who Gabe is. What will happen if he’s not standing between the prince and danger? When the man who’s sacrificed his freedom is faced with life alone, which path will he choose? Will he remain the last Protector? Or will he finally get the happy ending he deserves? *A Faerie Wedding is a companion novella--intended to be read after the other books in the series. It is a New Adult novel and features adult language and situations. EXCERPT: My feet touched the frozen ground. Singer slid off my back and hopped onto the grass beside me. I shifted back in an instant. With a quick glance down, I straightened my tie. At least I never lost my clothes when I shifted. I had no friggin' clue where they went during the process, but I’d learned not to ask a lot of questions about Faerie-related things. "At least your landings have gotten better." Singer smoothed out her hair. "I would have been pissed if you'd bucked me off, again." Singer had done a header the first time I'd flown her. To be fair, I kind of didn't try for a good landing. Things were different now. Taking her hand, I pulled her to me. "I won't let you fall again. Promise." She started to say something, but I didn't give her a chance. I opened my mouth against hers, tasting her, savoring the feel of her tongue against mine. "Gabe." The way she whispered my name sent shivers crawling over my skin. She bit my bottom lip and I groaned out loud. "You can't start doing stuff like this, Sing. Otherwise, we'll never make it inside." Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing? At least, I wouldn't have to meet her father. Yet. BUY LINKS! |
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