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Their Weapons Maker
Heroes of Olympus, Book 3
Published by Evernight Publishing
Written by April Zyon
Cover and banner by Jay Aheer
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Blurb:

Rachael Dunfries isn’t ready to die. She'll fight tooth and nail to survive the gutless attack that put her in the hospital—even hire protection to keep her safe. Falling in love with the men looking after her was not part of the plan.

Discovering the threat won’t be an easy battle to win, but Dieter Adler-Faust and Wyatt Aragon are as ready as they can be. The fight that ensues isn't what they had planned. A new level of war has been declared. For the love of their woman, they’ll do whatever is necessary.

An attack too close to home has everyone scrambling. Rachael is in danger, Wyatt’s injured, and the battle lines are drawn. It’s a fight they can’t lose if they want to finally have a chance at a life together.


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Excerpt:

“You do realize I was busy, right?” Ares’s growl echoed in the room made of white marble and gold. “I was kicking ass in a game. What’s so fucking important?”

“Your descendant.” Apollo stood before the well and looked into it. “She’s safe, for now, but she won’t be for long. She should be getting out of the hospital in a couple of days.”

“Hospital?” Ares’s chest tightened in fear as he rushed to Apollo’s side. “Why?” The anger from being summoned so abruptly during his game immediately evaporated when his brother told him his descendant was in the hospital. There the brothers stood one on each side of Rachael’s bed looking down at her.

“We were to meet for lunch, and when she didn’t show, I flashed to her apartment. I found her in a pool of blood and called an ambulance. She’d been shot. I assisted in repairing a bit of the damage, but you know our hands are tied on what we can and can’t do.”

“Fuck.” Ares carded his fingers through his hair angrily. “Who?” 

“Uncertain. She’s not exactly out of the public eye, so it could just be some idiot human trying to destroy her.”

Ares snorted. “She’s so much like her Great-Many-Times-Over Grandmother. Always determined to ensure that the masses have what they need no matter what it costs her.”

“That’s very much Rachael. She’s more than that, however, as you should know. She’s exceptionally brilliant with tactics.”

“Has the faction in charge of her protection been mobilized yet?”

“They have. I killed one of them because he was going to shoot an air bubble into Rach’s IV line to ensure she died when she went in for her last blood transfusion.”

“Fuck.” Ares looked over the pale young woman in the bed. “So, she did inherit that genetic trait?”

Apollo nodded.

The girl could cause widespread bloodshed by causing wounds that would fester and grow, a trait she’d inherited from Ares. But because she didn’t know how to use the ability, she only ended up hurting herself: she had anemia and required frequent blood transfusions.

“So aside from that, she’s okay?”

“She nearly died, and her soul had to be tugged back into her body, but she’s a fighter.” Apollo touched the girl’s cheek. “I’m worried because she’s seen the other side, but Hades has seen her and knows exactly who she is. I saw our uncle when I pulled her soul back from the fogs of death—we’re going to have issues. If it weren’t against the rules, I would say we need to take her to Olympus where we could guarantee her safety.”

“Not even Olympus is safe, brother. You know this as well as I do.” Ares sighed and ran his hand over his jaw. “When she’s released, I will take her to the farm. In the meantime, watch over and protect her? I will see about getting the Scions here in the interim to keep watch as well.”

“You’re certain they’ll be able to keep watch over her and keep her safe?”

Ares glared at Apollo. “I believe in them. You need to as well. They have kept your descendant safe, haven’t they?” 

“True. How is she?”

“Good. In love. I think her brother is ready to beat her lovers bloody, but she’s safe. She’s where she belongs. You should come and see her.”

“I can’t. Not yet. Let me ensure that Rach is safe and then I will.” Apollo looked down at Rachael and stroked her cheek again. “Your men need you—that team needs you. You’re going to create weapons for them to use in this war. Wake, sweet Rachael. Wake and come back to the land of the living.”

Ares bowed to his brother. “For all that you do, thank you.” He was gone in a flash.

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Rachael heard herself flatline, the shrill sound of one long and seemingly never-ending tone. As she floated outside of her body, she watched the paramedics working on her. Rachael looked over her shoulder at the fog rolling toward her with a bright light in the center of it. She looked back to her body again.

Rubbing her bodiless hands over her arms, she shook her head and whispered, “Fight. Fight, damn you!” she demanded, even as the fog rolled around her ankles.

She felt the gentle touch of the past of the happiness and safety that she had at all times before any of the incidents had started. She felt the security the fog offered her, but she fought it off.

There it was.

The same shrill note.

She knew there was safety in the fog, but Rachael had never been one to go where it was safe. She reached out and latched onto her body with her soul as she was lifted and pushed into the back of an ambulance.

She watched with detached amazement as the man in the back of the ambulance with her seemed to move with the vehicle, keeping her body still even as the driver drove like a bat out of hell.

He was good, this man working on her. She had to admit to that.

She heard it again. Beat… A loud alarm… Beat… The same alarm…

“Fuck.” The man working on her stabbed her with a devilishly long needle, but as an ethereal soul floating free, she felt nothing.

Sensing a presence at her back, she looked over her shoulder and saw him: a massive and imposing man demanding she release him. He was wrong. Something about him was very wrong.

Suddenly there was something new, a bright light inside of the fog, sunshine in its purest form. It surrounded her and pulled her from the vicious shadow of a man as he screamed and raced toward her corporeal form.

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Rachael was jerked back to reality when a jolt of electricity raced through her veins. She heard someone saying, “We have her back.”

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When her eyes opened next, she saw her Uncle Adam standing above her.

“Water?” she croaked.

“Of course, ma petite.” He brought a straw to her lips. It was odd; for a moment, her Uncle Adam looked like he was emanating light as bright as sunshine on a rainy day. Very strange indeed. 
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The Summer Heat
Sizzle , sizzle...
When lifelong friends Nate and Evan watch the arrival of a new neighbor, they never expect to find their friendship rocked by the lovely Annabel who moves into the empty house next door.
Annabel likes both Nate and Evan the moment she meets them. As they all grow close, will she be forced to choose between these gorgeous men?


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Evan kissed her gently. The softness of her lips felt so good, that a fleeting thought about her being Nate’s girl, despite what Nate had said, was forgotten. Evan couldn’t leave her mouth. He grasped a handful of her hair and deepened his kiss.

She opened her mouth to his tongue.

He drifted in a haze of lust. Her fragrance filled his head. His stomach clenched so hard a spear of sensation hardened his cock. Evan moaned softly. He delighted in the pressure of Annabel’s arms as they slid around his neck when she kept the kiss going. A soft whimper reached his ears.

Annabel moved her mouth from his to whisper, “Evan, please.”

He drew back. Let go of her.

Her arms fell away from his neck.

“Sorry. I know you’re with Nate. I…”

Annabel shook her head, a pleading expression on her face. “Not please stop, please give me more.” She pulled the shoulder straps of her dress down. Her naked breasts were displayed for him as the bodice ruffled to her waist.

Evan’s cock leaked at her words. His mouth just about watered at the sight of her peaked nipples. He brought his gaze back to her face. He saw the tip of her tongue run quickly over her top lip. He watched hypnotized as she stood.

She pressed against him in seconds.

Evan dragged her closer. He grabbed her ass and thrust his erection onto her. When her arms went around his neck and her tongue slid along his, he groaned with sheer sexual need. His cock grew so hard it ached. The sweetness of her mouth and her body molded to his were too delicious a temptation. He picked her up in a hug.

Her legs wrapped around his hips.

Evan felt her hot and wet through the rip in his jeans. He’d only pulled on his faded Levis after his shower. She’s not wearing panties. Fucking hell.

Her wet pussy contacted his upper thigh.

His breath left him.
“This is killing me. You have to know that. What about Nate?” His voice rasped huskily as he carried her to the wall and thrust against her. Even though he’d just asked that, he bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Mmm.” He licked along her breast after grazing his teeth against her nipple. He wanted an answer and looked into her eyes.

“I want you. I need you. Don’t think about Nate, he’s cool.” She reached between them and dragged the zipper of his jeans down.

Evan sighed into her neck. Maybe he talked with her the way he did with me yesterday … maybe this can all work out. He accepted what she said about Nate. He so desperately wanted her, loved her for sure the way he shuddered with need right then. He hoisted her higher as she pulled his leaking cock from his jeans, and in a move that surprised the hell out of him, leaned back on the wall and brought his cock so close to her pussy, it would only take him one thrust to be in. He moaned as he pushed into her.

She held his bare shoulders. Her fingers dug deliciously into them as he pumped his cock up into her slick pussy.

He closed his eyes and fucked her against the wall. His ass tightened as he took both their weight on his thighs. It added to the raw, sexual heat for him.

Annabel nuzzled against his shoulder.

Her pussy clenched, and she softly bit his neck. “So, so good.” She left trails of wetness along his shoulder as she kissed there and rocked her hips as she climaxed.

Evan’s orgasm burst through him. He jerked up into her uncontrollably. His thighs weakening, he leaned on the wall with one hand, so that Annabel held him more tightly around the shoulders in an effort not to slip. His long groan, torn from his throat as the ripples of orgasm flowed through him, echoed in the kitchen. Everything felt so great that he fucked her even when his orgasm finished until his knees threatened to buckle.

Her whisper sent shivers through his ear, and aftershocks of the orgasm throbbed through his cock.
“Kiss me. Let me down, but kiss me first.”

Evan brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her, soaking up the feel of her lips on his. He didn’t know if he could move to let her down. Every muscle in his body completely relaxed so that he thought they might slide to the floor in a crumpled heap. He smiled against her mouth after the kiss.

“Careful.” He couldn’t say more. He lifted her. His cock slid deliciously out of her. Even that gave him an orgasm aftershock, and his ass clenched.

She brought her legs from around his waist and stood.

Her dress fell around her knees with a soft rustle.
Copyright Elodie Parkes Evernight Publishing 



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#FlashbackFriday from The Black Lion 
Erotic #PNR


When Melissa fleetingly meets Sascha in The Black Lion nightclub, she hopes he will approach her.
Sascha has secrets and it’s a long time since there was a woman in his life. He hesitates, even though he’s drawn to her until...
When she is threatened, he acts. When he is hungry, she hunts.
Unknown to both of them someone watches jealously.
Will this jealousy stop the budding romance between two people who both have something to hide?
An erotic, paranormal romance, full of surprises.



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Prologue

The leopard jumped the fence and padded around the perimeter of the compound. She merged with the night. An onlooker might say she was a black panther, until she leapt to a wide tree branch. The moonlight caught her silent, powerful form and her spots were visible on her sleek coat.
She stared down into the compound. Her eyes, silver-gray with a flash of emerald green, sought out the pool. She leapt down alongside it, taking care to give the alarmed fence a wide berth. She knew exactly how to breach the security in the zoo.

A beautiful golden and tawny spotted leopard joined her. Clearly friends, they butted their heads together. A soft, deep purr sounded between them. They ran happily around together, through the specially built environment, up and down trees, splashing in the pool, until they stopped and sat close to each other. The older leopard licked the face of the visiting cat. She got up and padded away into the sleeping cave. The black leopard rose and with a soft mew left the way she’d come.
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Chapter One

Gnawing hunger forced him from his sanctuary. He traveled swiftly over the rooftops and down the alley to the nightclub on the outskirts of the city. Human scents swamped him in the warm summer night. Perfumes, dirty hair and clothes, fragrant food, desire, all mixed with the overwhelming lure of blood. He drifted to the paved ground a little way from the red lacquered door of The Black Lion. His boots made a muffled thud as he landed. He adjusted his jacket, ran his hands through his thick, dark hair, and approached the closed door.

A few promotional posters for former guest bands curled on the dimpled wood. The door opened to his push. Sascha knew it would. When the club closed, bolts and a bar on the inside were used to lock the door. He walked down the short corridor toward the swirling darkness, the thump of base, the promise of a meal.

“Evening, Sascha. You’re early tonight.” Gary, the bouncer, grinned at him from the arched entrance to the nightclub dance floor.

Sascha glanced at the closed hatch of the entrance ticket booth behind Gary. The club only charged after midnight. He pasted his charming smile on his face.

“Yeah, it’s been a boring day, thought I’d start early tonight.” Sascha sauntered to the bar. There were few people around. It would get busy later. Friday night usually was. A large group of young women danced in a circle to the thumping music. A couple propped up the bar at the far end. A young man lounged against one of the pillars, watching the circle of swaying breasts and asses. Sascha inhaled the delicious aroma of the barman. “Gin and tonic, Jeff, thanks.”

He paid and turned around to lean against the counter. He never drank a drop of it.
Not for the first time, he berated himself for coming to the club. Sascha chose it initially because it was easy to fit in there with his mostly black outfits, ultra-pale skin, and when he occasionally lapsed and allowed his fangs to show, no one batted an eyelid. All kinds of sub-cultures gathered in the club. It was an interesting place and Sascha enjoyed being amongst the usually happy throng, out to enjoy the nights after work.

He could see easily in the semi-darkness. He’d come out too early. There was no way he could take a meal from the few people there with any safety. He never killed any more. Those days were gone. Sascha’s need for blood clawed at him. He’d left it too long between meals.
He tuned into the sounds of the city night. Mostly he turned that ability off. The din could be debilitating. The strident voice of a young woman seeking to be heard over the dance track cheered him.

“Sue, I’m going to the restroom … coming?”
Her friend answered. “Nah, I’ll get some drinks.”

Sascha saw them both step away from the dancing circle.
This was his chance to feed.

The restrooms were to the right of the dance floor down a corridor that also led to the manager’s office. The place was always darker than the dance floor. Couples sometimes edged in there to make out.

In a burst of speed that rendered him invisible, Sascha appeared in front of the young woman on her way to the restroom door. He blocked the corridor. Tall, muscled, spectacularly gorgeous, he never failed to stop a woman in her tracks when he loomed out of the darkness.
“Sorry, bit dark in here.” He grinned at the girl.

Her pulse throbbed in her neck. Her heartbeat sped up.

Sascha savored the scent of her blood and the sound of her reaction to him. She liked what she saw. He saw it in her eyes, scented it on her skin. He leaned toward her.

“You’re very pretty. What’s your name?” He stared into her eyes sending a powerful suggestion to relax. “You know me. I won’t hurt you.” His touch was gentle, sexy, reassuring, as he moved her hair from her neck, and held her head. Sascha kissed by the side of her mouth with a brush of his beautiful lips as his fangs lengthened. He nibbled down her neck. His other hand slid under her ass and he kneaded at the top of her thigh. He lifted her to mold against his hard body. The scent of her creaming pussy filled his head and he drank.

The rush hit Sascha hard and he reeled for a few seconds. Then he carefully placed the girl on her feet. He whispered sweet things in her ear and licked her wound. Sascha was practiced at leaving only the tiniest mark. His ancient saliva sealed and healed.

“Lovely girl, thank you. I’ve enjoyed meeting you. Goodnight.” He woke her from his spell as he drew away and pressed back against the wall for her to pass him. As she moved on, he exited the corridor, quietly, swiftly, in a blur of ink black. At the bar, he sighed in relief. The pain in his stomach eased. The edge of his hunger dulled, Sascha picked up his drink, walked past a table, and placed it there. He sat to watch the parade of people that began to throng the club.

Most of them wore the garb that signified their particular subculture. Sascha smiled at a few people he’d met in the club who strolled by and nodded at him. He inclined his head graciously. Lots of these people were what he, as an old vampire termed, ‘very ordinary.’ He had no problem with their appearance. Hell, he couldn’t care less what people wore, or even looked like, though he enjoyed beauty. He detested violence, spite, prejudice, and avoided people who showed those traits. In his lifetime, he’d seen enough of it. He wanted peace, gentleness, and in his darkest hours—love.
He’d not tuned out yet to the din of humanity, and just as he thought about doing that, he heard the heartbeat. Why it called to him out of all the others he could hear, he didn’t know, but it did. The swish of blood, the sudden onslaught of female pheromones put a tingle of desire up his spine. He looked around for the source, and there she was.

Sascha’s entire body clenched with sexual need. Longed for sensations coursed through his thighs, his balls, and his cock stirred deliciously. The young woman walking past him filled his head with pictures of kisses. Her scent infused him with yearning for soft skin under his fingertips, a woman’s cream on his lips, and his tongue against her clit. Sascha stood. He stepped into her path.
She gazed up at him and in that second he wanted her so badly, he thought he would fall down.
Sascha’s expression softened. He looked into her eyes and saw desire.

Her eyes were dark with it.
Her scent flooded over him.
She pulsed with sexual need that matched his.

Sascha felt the seconds fall away as they gazed at each other in the silent dance of communication between strangers who suddenly connect on that deep mysterious level.

She must have become embarrassed because she suddenly smiled in a self-deprecating way, her hand fluttering to her cheek, and down, to smooth the blue velvet dress she wore.

Sascha couldn’t let this meeting pass.
“Hi.” It was all he could muster. His voice throaty with emotion, he smiled sincerely at the young woman.

She smiled at him, quickly, and answered, “Hi,” but then she walked on, around him.

Sascha turned to watch her go. Is she with someone? Is she with a man? His thoughts churned.
She greeted two other young women who sat at a table on the far edge of the dance floor.
Sascha listened.

“Hi, Melissa, you’re late again. You can spring for drinks. We’ll have cherry vodkas.”
“I worked late. Okay.”
Melissa turned away and wove through the crowd to the bar.

Sascha got there before her. He stood close and soaked up her presence. He stared ahead through the strangely bronze tinted mirror behind the bar.

She looked at him in the mirror, her expression conveying interest, encouragement.

Fuck, I’m so out of practice. I have no idea how to do this. Sascha slumped in pain. He left the bar and the nightclub in a haze of regret.
The soft pad of his boots echoed back into his sensitive ears as he walked down the alley. He wanted that girl so much. He couldn’t just leave. He glanced around for observers and finding none, he leapt to the balcony of the nightclub. The club management opened the doors on summer nights such as this. People made their way up to the mezzanine floor above the dance area where they could watch the moving crowd below and talk. This generally happened around one in the morning when the club was full to the gills and pungent with bodies and drink.

This midnight a couple lay entwined in each other’s arms on one of the black faux-leather sofas and a solitary man chatted to the barista at the coffee counter there. Sascha entered from the balcony casually. He walked to lean against the smoked glass and black wrought iron safety barrier around the edge of the mezzanine. Eagle eyed, he sought out the girl whose heartbeat thumped through his chest like the deep base of a rock tune through a high volume speaker. There she was. Sascha sighed with satisfaction.
Copyright Elodie Parkes Hot Ink Press
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