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Genesis Awry

Keepers of Eternity: Book 3

Author(s): Devyn Quinn

The Scrolls of Cachaen. Seven pages of spell work, these are said to be the keys to controlling the forces of creation itself. Long believed to be little more than legend, the Scrolls have recently been rediscovered.

To possess them is forbidden, punishable by death.

Morgan Saint-Evanston has them. And he intends to keep them. No matter the consequences. It’s just as well, because he’s going to need all the firepower he can lay his hands on. As an outlaw with a price on his head, he’s got a twin sister aching to claim the legacy he carries as an immortal…and Megwyn has already vowed to move heaven and earth to take him down.

But that’s just the beginning of his trouble. In the mortal realm, an ex-lover with an agenda schemes to bring him back into the fold of the Kestrex Triad. With a new war brewing between human and cultic forces, Arch-Administrator Celeste Ravenelle wants her top assassin back where he belongs; at her side…and in her bed. She’ll pull every dirty trick in the book to get her way. Even blackmail. Morgan’s got secrets. And Celeste knows where the bodies are buried.

Trying to hold it all together is Julienne Blackthorne. Even as she struggles to navigate the rocky path of an immortal existence, she’s got to reign in Morgan’s self-destructive side before he reaches the critical stage of burn out. At this point, insanity is not an option.

Last, but not least, there’s still the matter of the shape-shifting beast Xavier D’Shagre unleashed from the astral realm before his death. What is the damned thing, and where is it now? More importantly, how do they find it and send it back to nonexistence before it kills again?

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Heart beating double-time, Julienne looked for the newcomer. A woman stood before the large bay windows.
Morgan’s wife.
Narrowing her eyes, she drew a breath to fortify her nerves. She didn’t want to stare, but she wanted to get a look at the woman Morgan had seen fit to legally wed.
It didn’t surprise her that Celeste Ravenelle was stunning. Wide set eyes ruled over a straight nose and a mouth made for laughing—and kissing. She wore her mahogany-shaded hair in a loose braid pinned above the shoulders. A few stray strands were artfully positioned around her face and the nape of her neck to soften a severe jawline. Briefcase in hand, she dressed in business wear; black blazer over a silky white blouse, knee length black skirt, and sensible heels. A single strand of pearls circled her neck. Fine lines at the corner of her eyes and mouth revealed her to be older than a first glance would reveal. Well past the first bloom of youth, she had settled well into a more mature beauty.
Danielle Yames stood beside her, babbling nervously. Melissa Greenwood hovered nearby, waiting for instructions. The two women shared a nervous glance when Morgan walked into the room.
“Ah, here he is now,” Danielle said, clearly relieved.
Morgan immediately lifted a hand, hiding his face. The library was bright with sunlight. A gentle breeze wafted through the open doors leading outside onto the patio leading into the magnificent back gardens. Going from a dark, fire lit chamber to a room flooded with illumination clearly bothered him. “Kill the light, damn it.”
“Of course.” Nodding with compliance, Danielle readjusted the shades. “I should have remembered.”
The woman pivoted on her heel. “You never could take the sun.” Her voice was cheerful, carried on a lilting French accent.
Shaded from the worst of the glare, Morgan let his hand drop. “What the hell are you doing here, Celeste?” He sounded gruff, cranky and pissed.
“Such a lovely way to greet your wife.” He glowered. “Do not even go there.” Looking him over from head to foot, Celeste clicked her tongue. “Well, you certainly are a sore sight for the eyes. You look like something the cat coughed up.”
Shoving his hands in his pockets, Morgan rocked back on his heels. He pinned her under an icy glare. “Why, Celeste, how nice of you to come and continue your harassment in person. I am absolutely giddy with the anticipation of finding out how you are planning to fuck me over now.”
Celeste offered a clenched-teeth smile. “Oh, you have no idea of the plague I bear today.”
He returned it. “Syphilis, most likely.”
Sullen silence immediately filled the space between them.
Julienne felt her guts twist. Please, don’t do anything stupid. Even though it probably wasn't the wisest decision, she positioned herself between them. “Welcome to Blackthorne.”
Celeste grazed her with a critical eye. “Ah, you must be Morgan’s latest plaything.” She didn’t offer her hand. Instead she laughed, addressing her next remarks around Julienne. “What a charming little girl. I see you’ve gone back to robbing the cradle.”
Morgan’s black eyes went obsidian hard. “Whatever you think of my choice is immaterial. You will address Julienne with the respect and courtesy she deserves as chatelaine of this household.”
Chata-what? What the hell had he just called her?
Their visitor inclined her head. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to place you in a difficult position, my dear.”
Julienne fought to keep her face blank. She’d known this woman less than five minutes and already hated her guts. The sooner Celeste left, the better.

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ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-60180-186-9
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Date Published: 05/28/2013
Publisher: Mojocastle Press

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