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    Kiss (a paranormal romance)
    Kiss (a paranormal romance)
    Kiss (a paranormal romance)
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    Kiss (a paranormal romance)

    By Willow Nonea Rae

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    Singing for the rogues seems like a solid gig for Lela, but finding an unconscious Dark Elf in the club basement throws a wrench in the works. Helping him opens the mystery of her own blood-tie to the mer, and she's soon fighting to free a co-worker, the orimyr and herself from potentially lethal ritual binds.

     

    a 124 page, paranormal romance set in the world of 'In the Arms of the Dark Elf'

    (with HEA resolution and mild cliffhanger - Part 1 of 2)

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWNR Media
    Release dateApr 14, 2014
    ISBN9781498957106
    Kiss (a paranormal romance)

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      Kiss (a paranormal romance) - Willow Nonea Rae

      Kiss

      1

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      My idea of going on the road didn't include being signed into the oddest most binding contract imaginable with a group of intensely serious magikal types who'd taken over an entire town. But here I am, and while the smile I plaster on my face might lead most people to think everything is just peachy, it's not.

      I didn't read the fine print, and now not only am I trapped here for the duration of the tricky agreement I signed, I also get to work part-time in the local watering hole. Yay.

      It all started with that cursed ad in the Petal City gazette. It made Little Blink sound like a quirky slice of nirvana set just off from the city. I squeaked with delight when I read about the different positions that were available in the Howler lounge, and no more than a day later, I was asked to come down and audition for the owner.

      I was psyched, despite the minor warning tug of my gut (which has gotten quieter and quieter each time I ignore it). The weird yellow robes worn by the two brothers I auditioned for barely raised the corner of a red flag in my consciousness.

      The whole town was strange, as far as I was concerned, but the gig came with a large studio room with great water pressure and a cute kitchenette. It all seemed like a steal. When they followed their applause with a ready contract at the end of my performance, I figured, Why not?

      I signed right away.

      Not even two days passed before I wished I hadn't.

      The rogues were mean bastards, and their sour dispositions did something to my music. Usually, I could sway a room with an almost hypnotic effect. When they were around, the foulness of their energy set the room on edge, and I felt like I was barely audible. It even affected my tips, unless their audience was comprised of the worst tippers on the planet.

      A week into my employment, I found a light that made the prospect of staying more palatable.

      He was a dark, exquisitely beautiful elf. An Orimyr.

      I came upon Dagan in the basement passed out when Jacque sent me down for more bottles of Red. It was a nasty liquor, but the rogues held it in high regard. They used it ritualistically, I think as a stand-in for blood. At least they weren't using the real thing.

      The tip of Dagan's toe was all that was visible behind the boxes stacked in several towers toward the back of the musty-smelling basement, but I knew instantly what I was looking at. My mother had an Orimyr friend when she was a child, and I always believed they were real. Coming here to Little Blink had already exposed me to a few pixets the rogues managed to employ. Seeing a Dark Elf wasn't much of a stretch from there.

      I've never been very good under stress, though, and the sight of him in that basement sent my adrenalin flow into overload. I've overheard the rogues talk about the next Orimyr pay load and realized pretty quickly they didn't have friendly plans for them. I wouldn't forgive myself if they found this one.

      I bit my lower lip and stepped closer to him, stealing a glance behind me as more of his body came into view. In seconds I was standing over him, wondering over his beauty.

      His lithe musculature revealed hours of body work that usually belonged to the trained warriors among Orimyr clans. Either that or he was wild, I decided. There were some wild ones, too, from what I'd been told.

      My eyes ran the length of his beautifully sculpted face, and I quickly realized that I was lingering when I should be helping him. If even one of the rogues were to happen down to the basement to see what was taking me so long, they'd have him, and I shuddered to think of what they would do then.

      Crouching beside him, I whispered softly, praying that he'd wake up quietly.

      Wake up.

      I lifted a trembling hand over him and cupped his cheek, surprised at myself. When I made to pull my hand away, his eyes shot open, and his hand grabbed mine.

      Who are you? He asked, blinking rapidly like someone disoriented.

      A musician slash errand girl working in a Rogue-owned lounge, I answered plainly, my eyes communicating the seriousness of his situation to him.

      My heart took into a thud in my chest looking at him. He really was breathtaking. I could look at him all day.

      Rogue owned? he asked, making to lift himself up with obvious strain. He shot a glance toward the back door, and I noticed the dirt tracks he left which only increased the rush of adrenalin coursing through my bloodstream.

      That needs to be cleaned up, I said, rising to grab the broom and dust pan across the room. I could feel his eyes trace my shape when I stepped away from him and hastily tended the mess he'd left.

      Why would you come down here?

      I don't remember, he answered.

      My brow creased, and I turned back to him when I emptied the dust pan into the garbage.

      If I stay down here any longer, they'll come looking for me, I told him, keeping my tone low as I stepped over to the boxes and lifted one with a grunt.

      I shook my head quickly when he tried to rise to help.

      Stay out of sight. I'll try to find a reason to get back down here within the next hour, I told him with a sigh, my eyes flicking to the door. That door only opens from the outside with a code. I don't know how you got it, but now we have to find a way to sneak you back out.

      Thank you, he began.

      Save your thanks for when I pull this off. The rogues are mean bastards. I honestly don't know what you were thinking.

      Nor do I.

      That's even worse.

      *

      I've always been a decent actress when I have cause, and approaching the bartender, Jacque, was easier than I expected it to be. Someone's life was potentially on the line, and it was up to me to pull off the performance I'd had to come up with in a matter of minutes. Without a script no less.

      Jacque looked me over with a slight flash of perv behind his gaze, and I forced myself to push a teeth-grinding smile past the irritation it raised in me. I disliked piggish men, and he truly didn't want to get on the wrong side of me.

      Can I get the weekend off if I close out for you tonight? I asked it innocently, injecting a bit of anticipation for good measure. If I looked like I was only caving because I needed a full weekend day to myself, they'd be more likely to let me close the lounge. I couldn't think of a better plan for getting Dagan out of the basement, and leaving him there overnight would only invite potential trouble.

      Jacque's brow rose, and a slow smile curved his cheek.

      "Close tonight and tomorrow, and you've got a deal."

      I sighed, mostly for theatrical purposes, delaying my response with a hard look into his dark brown eyes.

      Fine. But that's really not fair.

      You're still earning your stripes new girl.

      I bristled, for real, and averted my gaze from his.

      Yeah, well hopefully the 'new girl' treatment doesn't stretch past more than a few weeks. Because then it would get old.

      I let him taste a small bit of the fire inside of me with the edge of my words. As much as I knew how to play the smiling, friendly girl, I had heat in my gut, and I didn't like to be toyed with.

      The flicker of concern that flashed his eyes satisfied the flames that had only begun to lick at my solar plexus, and I gave him a nod.

      I guess I can take over when you're ready.

      Yeah. Sure. I appreciate it.

      I eyed him a moment, enjoying the 360 degree switch in his attitude, and leaned my head on my upturned palm.

      *

      You're sweating, I noted when I returned to the basement.

      He'd managed to pull himself to the far wall, leaning against it for support.

      I don't feel well.

      Maybe that explains the errant thought process that brought you here, though I imagine Orimyr don't get sick too often.

      The orimyr's brow cricked up with surprise.

      You know of us? Most are content to call us Dark Elves.

      My mother had a play mate, an Orimyr boy. Her parents moved house when they found out and forbade her to ever talk about it.

      Innocence is so often interfered with.

      That it is.

      We locked eyes, and my heart tugged at the sight of him. His face was covered in a sheen of sweat, and his eyes drooped with fatigue. Something definitely wasn't right here.

      Do you remember anything about how you wound up in this position?

      I watched him struggle to clear his throat and swallow away the dryness there before he replied.

      My thoughts are very jumbled.

      Perhaps you've been poisoned.

      I gasped then, thinking I might suddenly know what his problem was, and if I was right, moving him could be extremely tricky.

      Do you think you might be poisoned with something? Could one of the rogues have gotten hold of you?

      He strained to train his eyes on me, and I saw that they were blood shot.

      Never mind. It's not important at this exact moment. Sekweed should chase whatever you've ingested out of your system, but it'll have you in a near coma for days. You're too big for me to carry.

      That I am, he agreed with an ailing smile.

      "And you wouldn't happen to remember where you live would you? If it's close, maybe we can get you there before you take

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