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    Marked for Them: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance
    Marked for Them: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance
    Marked for Them: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance
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    Marked for Them: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance

    By Lia Davis

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    Hiding out in a mental institution isn’t glamorous. But I call it surviving.

    I’m blissfully unaware of the world outside thanks to the hospital’s walls—and spell—that hide me. Until a ghost shows up, talking about his friends being marked by a demon. But not just any demon. The same one who marked me and wants me dead.

    My father.

    Fearful that Daddy Dearest could be my next uninvited guess, I choose to follow the ghost to his four very alive friends. To my relief, they want Salrus dead just as much as I do. What I’m not prepared for is finding out that Zane—the alpha wolf shifter—is my mate, and the demon mark links the six of us—ghost included—together on a deeper level than I ever imagined.

    Teaming up and preparing to face the demon stirs up passion and dark secrets none of us are really ready to face.

    Marked for Them is the first in a hot new reverse harem, paranormal romance series, Witches of Rose Lake.

    Series reading order
    Marked for Them
    Fighting for Them
    Hunted by Them
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAfter Glows Publishing
    Release dateJul 25, 2017
    ISBN9781948121835
    Marked for Them: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance
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    Lia Davis

    "Lia Davis is the USA Today bestselling author of more than forty books, including her fan favorite Ashwood Falls Series. A lifelong fan of magic, mystery, romance and adventure, Lia's novels feature compassionate alpha heroes and strong leading ladies, plenty of heat, and happily-ever-afters. Lia makes her home in Northeast Florida where she battles hurricanes and humidity like one of her heroines.When she's not writing, she loves to spend time with her family, travel, read, enjoy nature, and spoil her kitties. "

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      Marked For Them

      Hiding out in a mental institution isn’t glamorous. But I call it surviving.

      I’m blissfully unaware of the world outside thanks to the hospital’s walls—and spell—that hide me. Until a ghost shows up, talking about his friends being marked by a demon. But not just any demon. The same one who marked me and wants me dead.

      My father.

      Fearful that Daddy Dearest could be my next uninvited guess, I choose to follow the ghost to his four very alive friends. To my relief, they want Salrus dead just as much as I do. What I’m not prepared for is finding out that Zane—the alpha wolf shifter—is my mate, and the demon mark links the six of us—ghost included—together on a deeper level than I ever imagined.

      Teaming up and preparing to face the demon stirs up passion and dark secrets none of us are really ready to face.

      Dimitri

      Ten years ago

      Rose Lake Coven

      Look what I found.

      I groaned as Wade Coleman, one of my four best friends, held up the Ouija board my mom had left out. Lifting my head from my homework, I raised a brow at Wade, who laid the game on the table and opened the box. His black hair hung in his eyes.

      Correction. A Ouija board wasn’t a game. At least, not to me.

      Ugh. I’d forgotten Mom had left that thing out. She was a hedge witch and able to communicate with the spirits. Humans called her a medium. It wasn’t far from the truth. Humans just didn’t know about her natural witchy abilities. The latter is how the magical Council preferred it. The less humans knew about how powerful witches were, the better for everyone.

      That’s not a toy. Zane Carter, sole heir to the wolf Alpha of the local Pack, scowled from the La-Z-Boy with a game controller in his hand. I agreed with him.

      Zane and I were the only two paras—short for paranormal beings—in our small group of friends. We were also the only two out of the five that couldn’t get drunk. Well, not as quickly as the humans anyway. Our metabolism was too fast and burned off most of the alcohol before it could linger in the system.

      Wyatt, Wade’s twin brother, stumbled to a stand, damn near spilling his beer as he walked sideways to the table where his twin was setting up the board. The fifth member of our friend circle, Trevor Reed, joined them.

      I glanced at Zane, and he shrugged. With a heavy sigh, I rattled off the rules. "No asking anything to come visit. Period. Only ask questions that can be answered through the board. Do not ask anything to visit." I repeated the latter because they weren’t listening, or so I thought.

      Wyatt waved a hand. We know. Come join us.

      Not a chance. I may only be a green witch, but I still have magic in my blood. So I’m not touching that thing. I closed my AP English book and moved to sit next to Zane. He handed me the secondary controller. Let the humans have their fun. They were smart guys and knew the rules of magic because I reminded them almost daily.

      What are the chances of something coming through there? Zane asked, a hint of worry in his tone.

      As long as they don’t invite anything over, they should be fine.

      I hoped. The Ouija board frightened me. The main reason being that I’d seen my mother bring a demon through the thing once. I was five, and she’d been calling a client’s dead spouse over. Little did she know that the husband was possessed at the time of death and, apparently, the demon still had hold of the soul in the afterlife.

      I shuddered. Zane raised a brow at me. I waved him off and started the video game.

      The trio at the table laughed and talked loudly at each other. I glanced over periodically and was tempted to get up and take the board away.

      Zane nudged me with his elbow. Relax, you’re going to get your anxiety up again.

      I nodded. Zane was right. I might be worrying over nothing. The last thing I needed was a panic attack. But I wished they would put the damn board up.

      After a few moments, I put the controller down and walked to the table, set on ending the craziness of talking to spirits. I hated it when Mom did it, so I made sure I wasn’t home when she entertained clients.

      When I reached the table, the lights flickered and then shut off. The French doors to the backyard blew open, slamming into the walls and shattering the glass. In the center of the room, a dark, smoky orb hovered.

      Shit!

      I ran to my mom’s ritual cabinet tucked in the corner of the den where she kept her salt. I’d never been good at creating a circle, but I would try. Before I made it, a blast of energy slammed into me, knocking me across the room. I hit the wall and slid down to the floor. Pain shot up my spine, and my lungs burned as I gasped for air.

      Demon! I heard Trevor shout.

      Feet shuffled around me. Zane bent down beside me. You okay?

      I nodded and lifted my gaze to search for the others. When my sight found the demon, his black eyes narrowed on me. Death and determination oozed from him. It became hard for me to breathe. No. Not now. I couldn’t panic. I tried to take deep breaths like Mom told me to do, but I ended up gasping for air instead.

      The demon raised his hands and slowly closed them into fists. Then he uncurled his fingers, and one by one, he pointed at each of us. I mark you and bind you to my bloodling.

      Bloodling. Demon for offspring. Why would he bind us to him or her?

      Before I could demand answers from the demon, the inside of my wrist burned as if someone pressed a hot iron to my skin. Then he vanished.

      My parents ran into the room. They must have just arrived home from their dinner date. I wasn’t surprised. Mom had probably sensed the demon, or at least that something was about to happen. What the fuck? my dad barked out.

      Mom let out a sob and knelt in front me. Her brows were drawn and her lips pursed. She grabbed the wrist I’d been clutching. Damn it. You’ve been marked.

      Marked? By the demon? What does that mean?

      It usually means he can come and collect on his debt at any time. She stood and whirled around just as the demon reappeared. Remove their marks.

      The demon laughed. They will do my bidding when the time comes.

      Why? Did they summon you? Did they ask for anything? If not, then it is against demonic law to mark them. Mom stood her ground, glaring at the demon. I feared he’d kill her for challenging him, but I was unable to move from my position on the floor, even if I wanted to help.

      I’m not bound by demonic law. They belong to me now.

      Mom cut a glare to me, then stared back at the demon. You were not invited here and are not welcome. She thrust her hands toward him. A stream of power flowed from her fingers, hitting the demon in the chest. He laughed and dematerialized again. Unfazed by her power.

      A moment later, everything fell quiet. The buzz of dark magic was gone.

      Mom, what’s going to happen? What did he mean?

      She frowned and glanced around the room. I’ll have to inform the Council. You will have your powers stripped. When I opened my mouth to protest, she held up a hand, silencing me. You’ll be lucky if I can stop them there.

      My dad chimed in with, Zane will need to let his father know that he’s marked.

      I glanced at my wolf friend. Dread crippled me. The color drained out of Zane’s face. We knew without speaking that Zane would be forced to leave the Pack for the safety of his people.

      Wade inched toward the door. We’re heading home.

      On the heels of that statement, Trevor, Wyatt, and Wade left.

      Wyatt

      It’d been two weeks since the demon showed up in Dimitri’s den, and there’d been no sign of the asshat since. I took it as a sign that the jackass went back to wherever he came from. D said it wasn’t that simple. That once a demon crossed over and placed his mark, he could come and go as he pleased.

      Wade, my twin, called bullshit. I wasn’t so sure.

      But tonight, we were graduating from high school.

      I pulled up to Trevor’s house just as he opened the front door. He waved a hand and disappeared back inside. A moment later, he exited in a white, button-down shirt and black slacks. His dress shoes were new, I noted. Trev had his graduation gown draped over one arm, and his cap on his head.

      A smile lifted my lips as he approached and stopped at the passenger door of the SUV, waiting for Wade to move to the back seat.

      Seriously? Wade huffed and rolled his eyes before opening the door and stepping out. He leaned into Trevor. You smell pretty.

      It was my turn to roll my eyes. Trevor was my boyfriend, and Wade was straight and loved teasing Trevor. It was all in fun, though. We knew Wade wouldn’t do anything to hurt us. Our group—Dimitri and Zane included—were tight. We’d grown up together and were family.

      A smile curved Trev’s lips. You’re just jealous that your twin gets to play with all of this.

      Wade laughed. No. I love you, but not that much.

      My brother climbed into the back as Trevor sat in the passenger seat next to me, clipping his seatbelt. When he turned his head my way, I cupped his nape and drew him closer so I could press a quick kiss to his lips. Happy grad night.

      Hmm. I say we skip the ceremony and go right to the after party.

      Wade cleared his throat. "Can we get going?’

      Laughing, I pulled out of the driveway and headed to the school for the last time. Graduation. We’d made it.

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