When Devitt St. Clair discovers a human female moving into a house that guards the entrance to his Realm, he’s surprised by his attraction to the woman.
Sienna Hurston loses everything except the house a grandfather she’s never known leaves her.
The instant attraction between Dev and Sienna hides an evil that can only be discovered through Vibrational Healing. The catch is, Dev’s best friend Rhys must participate in the sex ritual. Can best friends find a way to release hidden passions, save Sienna, and expose the evil that threatens an entire Fae realm?
This story contains lots of growls, wolves, bears and a surprise attraction between friends when they come together in an intense healing. Be prepared for some m/f and m/m/f loving, and lots of sexy biting, and blood sucking.
This book is intended for readers age 18+ and those who believe in the magic of love.
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I grew up in southern West Virginia and being the middle child, was surrounded by family, namely my two brothers. After high school, I married a man I met in college. He left school and joined the Navy, and we traveled to different bases along the East Coast. He gave me two great boys before we parted ways.
After the divorce, I attended beauty college, which helped me express my creativity differently than the poems and stories I’d written in the privacy of my bedroom. I began a twenty-year career in the beauty industry including teaching at my alma mater and then working for the state cosmetology licensing agency.
I always had a vivid imagination and dreamed of writing and publishing my own stories. Now, that I’ve hit fifty, my dream has been realized because of the love and support of my retired coal miner husband.
I live in rural Boone County, West Virginia, with my fabulous husband, one cat, one chunky dog, and six pet chickens. When I’m not writing, I’m helping my husband preserve the goodies from our garden, walking my dog, or gathering eggs.