Blurb: In the alternative world of New Furor, there are the rubes and the Spectrum Wielders, gifted men and women capable of wielding great magic with jewels. Chris Skinner, Icarus, unfortunately belongs to a Spectrum class born and bred for service. She also belongs to an abusive Spectrum Wielder who would do anything to avenge her dead sister, even if it destroys Chris and herself in the process.
Chris’ owner leaves a reckless trail of vengeance, triggering a confrontation with two of the city’s powerful enforcers. Gus Terrel and Iris Donovan are unlike any Spectrum Wielders Chris has ever met. They only have one interest, and its not taking Chris’s owner into custody. They want Chris badly, but Chris distrusts their intentions. Why anyone would want second-hand property is beyond her.
Acquiring their third is harder than Gus and Iris ever imagined, but they would do whatever it takes to make Chris exclusively theirs…no matter the cost.
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Reviews: jj from Rainbow Reviews says, "I recommend it and I hope to read more about New Furor. Remarkable!" Candace from The Blogger Girls says, “Love, love, love! If you like fantasy mixed with incredibly hot M/F/F action, this is a must read.”
Heather from Sexyways of Reading says, “This book was emotional, heartache, full of suspense. And delivered hot sizzling sex.”
Story Excerpt
Chris
checked her watch again. Sighing, she looked gloomily out of the windows of
the café. It wasn’t time yet, although her coffee had turned cold and the
half-eaten tuna sandwich on her plate had become stale. She let out a huff of
impatience.
Damn Madeline for making me wait and for leaving me alone to negotiate
with the Enforcers sent by The Collective, New Furor’s special police force.
Chris
wasn’t much of a talker. As Alexa once said, all she was ever good for was
using her fists and being a human shield. But Madeline was not Alexa and
would never be Alexa.
For a
start, Alexa wouldn’t resort to something as stupid and suicidal as landing a
few Enforcers in the hospital. They were only a couple of Emeralds and
Sapphires—nothing a Violet Wielder and her Familiar couldn’t handle—but it
was only a matter of time before powerful Enforcers would put them down.
Chris
looked at her watch. That was it. She had enough of waiting. She stretched
her long legs before rising. One of the servers gave her a pointed and
withering look. It was the same one that asked her if she was ordering
anything else. That was about a good few hours ago.
The
glare was actually refreshing because Chris was used to being gawked and
stared at all her life. There was nothing remotely remarkable about her. She
was lean, dark haired, and dark skinned, but no one usually gave her a second
look if not for the telltale marks of her class. Usually she’d cover them
under her clothes, but it was the middle of summer, and the heat levels in
New Furor became intolerable this time of the year.
In her
haste, Chris brushed shoulders with someone else on her way out. She saw the
paper cup fly, the brown liquid sloshing in the air. Cursing, she fumbled for
the cup before it could do more damage. A few droplets of hot liquid stung
her hand, but she caught it just in time before the cup tilted over its
owner.
“Sorry,”
Chris mumbled, holding out the cup.
“That
was a pretty impressive balancing act if I say so myself. Right, Gus?” The
speaker did not sound the least bit angry, although Chris was sure some of
the coffee had spilled on her, too.
Chris
finally studied the speaker. She was shorter by a few inches than Chris. She
looked like she was in her early twenties and was dressed in a bright
floral-printed summer dress—at least Chris thought it was bright. Reds weren’t
particularly good with colors. Chris always had the terrible habit of wearing
mismatched socks.
One
thing was certain though. The woman was strikingly beautiful. She had the
kind of face that made you want to turn your head and look at it again.
“What are
you leering at, Familiar?” The frosty tone came from the man standing beside
the woman. His arms were crossed, the muscles in them bunching and shifting.
He was
slightly taller than Chris and while he was paddled with muscles,
intelligence stared back coldly at her from a face made of sharp angles.
There was a certain air about him too, which told Chris he was no rube or
someone to be trifled with.
“I
wasn’t leering—” Chris injected, stopping short when she recalled his words.
This
man called her Familiar. He knew what she was. Not many rubes did, and not
even some Wielders that belonged to the lower and weaker end of the Spectrum,
like the Carnelians or Topazes.
Before
her instincts to run or fight kicked in, the woman accepted the cup she was
holding out. The mere brush of her fingertips ignited a sudden spark, like a
small ball of electricity. It didn’t stop there. It coursed past her fingers
and sent a delicious tingle up her arm.
Chris
breathed deeply. Violet Wielder. Why wasn’t she able to feel it before? Her
eyes darted to the rest of the woman. She may not be able to see most colors,
but she could usually sense the strength of a Spectrum Wielder. The trinket
carrying her amethyst stones must be somewhere. Perhaps on the chain hidden
in her dress?
“If
you’re thinking of a public confrontation, I’d advise against it. Unless you
like the taste of the concrete so much.” The man’s voice was deceptively
calm, his eyes unmovable as iron.
Anger
rose inside of her, comforting and familiar. Chris held his pale eyes. She
was practised in the art of dealing with other predators and looking away was
as good as admitting defeat. Gods of New Furor, she hated the lofty look that
had settled in his eyes.
Was
this man really that confident he could take her?
Shoving
aside her rising anger so she could think more clearly, Chris realized with a
pang that the answer was yes. Chris was dreaming if she thought she stood a
chance against these two. Even with Madeline at her back, they’d have trouble
with this pair.
“We’re
not here to fight. I’m Iris Donovan. This is my partner, Gus Terrel. We’re
High Enforcers for The Collective.” The woman smiled and held out a hand, the
bangles on them making a soft clink at the movement.
Chris
initially dismissed them as plain silver bangles, then saw the dozens of
unobtrusive small amethyst stones worked into them.
If she drew on all those power reserves, she could kill me with one
decisive blow.
The
thought was a terribly uncomfortable one, but Chris was reluctant to shake
her hand. In fact she was hesitant to touch any part of Iris Donovan. While
every inch of her handsome partner screamed predator, Chris was
certain—although she didn’t know how—that Iris was the real threat.
“Perhaps
its best we continue this elsewhere,” Gus said, his voice smooth as silk. The
aggression he’d displayed earlier was melting and folding over, leaving the
creases on his face smooth once again.
Chris
could imagine that voice making other women shiver. Lesser women.
Adult Excerpt
“Iris—” Chris began.
“You
don’t need to speak,” Iris told her. The chilling authority in her voice
quieted Chris. She spoke again before words could form on Chris’s lips. “Your
shirt is in the way. It has to go.”
Iris
gripped the hem of her shirt and violently yanked it up. From the warehouse
incident, Chris knew that a frightening aspect of Iris’s personality lurked
under her usual smiling and teasing persona, but it was still a sight to see.
Something inside her throat tightened. There was just something alluring
about the fire and lack of mercy in the other woman’s eyes. Gods of Furor,
she was becoming wet just thinking about it.
Mouth
dry, Chris let Iris tear the shirt off her.
“Isn’t
that much better?” Iris did not wait for her answer.
She
grabbed Chris’s shoulders and shoved Chris against the door again. There was
a slight ache when her back hit the wood, but before Chris could ponder why
the pain thrilled her a little, Iris resumed what she was doing.
Without
the annoying obstruction of fabric, her body was even more aware of Iris’s
confident and roaming hands. Hands that were usually so gentle had become
firm and heavy, hell-bent on exploring every inch of her. Iris’s own
powerful, domineering violet energy mingled with every press, imprinting
itself on Chris and making her skin tingle as every inch of her roused. Mine,
Iris’s hands seemed to whisper. Mine.
Chris
shuddered. She could voice no resistance. Every part of her agreed with those
hands.
It was
a slow and terrible tease, and it was becoming very hard for Chris to concentrate,
especially with Iris looking at her intently and watching her every reaction.
“I want
you to look at something, Chris,” Iris spoke, but Chris could barely follow
her words.
She was
still dazed from the kiss and from her tormented body. What she wanted was
for the other woman to continue. To fondle her breasts, maybe slip in between
her legs. Hell, her underwear was soaked by now.
Iris
looked amused. Her hand grasped Chris’s hair and directed Chris’s attention
to another direction. Gus now stood in front of them. Chris helplessly looked
up his still slick body at the hard muscles of his chest.
Her
eyes then widened. She didn’t realize he had a tattoo of his own. The
intricate scales of a serpent curled over his left shoulder and coiled around
his waist. Around it bloomed delicate, small flowers. The flowers reminded
Chris of the storm of violet petals of Iris’s assault spell. Were the flowers
a reminder of his partner?
But it
was not his chest that Iris was pointing at. It was his hard and fully erect
cock. The towel that covered his waist was nowhere in sight.
When he
saw Chris looking at it, he smiled. “You want this in you, Familiar?” he
asked bluntly.
To tell
the truth, Chris didn’t really have many positive sexual experiences. Sex was
an add-on, a quick distraction whenever her previous owners were bored. It
never used to mean anything. Until now.
She
wondered if it was her own desire that made her nod in agreement, or if it
was also amplified by Iris’s desire as well. The three of them were
inextricably bound now, bound in an indescribable and profound way than she
had never had with her other keepers, and it was about time Chris stopped
running.
“He’d
like it if you begged him for it,” Iris informed her. She was still pressed
against Chris. Her small and clever tongue licked the folds of Chris’s ear,
while her hand found her nipple ring. A sharp and sudden tug made Chris
grasp.
“Please,”
Chris managed, groaning when Iris pushed one knee between her legs.
“Good.
Because I want to fuck that mouth of yours,” Gus said. His pale eyes never
left Chris even when Iris withdrew from her and he helped his partner up.
Chris
watched them, unconsciously aware that she had risen on her knees. Impatient,
Gus grabbed a fistful of her hair, bringing her forward. She was strangely
impatient herself too, and opened her mouth to take him. When the head of his
cock went in, her gag reflex rose, but she kept it down.
Chris
was pleased when Gus let out an appreciative rumble above her. Encouraged by
her enthusiasm, Gus used her hair as a handle, guiding her as she continued
to suck and occasionally lick at the splendid and meaty length of him.
“That’s
rather impressive,” Iris remarked by Gus’s shoulder. Chris was briefly
distracted by her remark, but Iris only returned her look with a fond smile
before turning to kiss Gus.
The
sight of the two of them only made Chris eager to please Gus. Her red energy
brushed against their emotions, initially overcome by the intensity of the
desire there, but eventually getting used to it. Her own energy didn’t feel
like an outsider looking in. It easily melded into theirs like it always
belonged there.
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