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‘Fine, let’s go,’ I said, panicking and dragging him to the staircase. On the lower ground level was a corridor for the storage area that we often use as a route to the cafeteria, its quiet emptiness perfect for avoiding difficult conversations with colleagues and patients, but in my haste, I had forgotten one thing: Leszek and his overwhelming presence. As soon as we disappeared from the line of sight, the impossible man grabbed my shoulder, pressing me against the wall as his lips descended to my neck.
‘What are you doing? We are alone; there’s no need to pretend.’ I said, pushing him away, trying to find an excuse to break from his touch before it went too far. He inhaled deeply, and a shiver ran down his body as his nose trailed over my skin.
‘You promised me three months, Sara, and yet only this morning I find out you accepted a gift from someone else. Who was it? Nadolny? He is not for you, my little seer. He may have honour, but he is a dangerous man who would overshadow your light, moulding you to his desire. I cannot let that happen. We will go to your house so that you can pack for your move into my home,’ He said, and I found it challenging to focus on his words, his breath giving me goosebumps as it brushed over my neck.
‘And you? How are you different? All you can think about is how to lock me up,’ I said when he gently stroked my cheek.
‘No, Sara. I want to lift you to where your light burns brightest, but for now, you are in danger, and I will do what I must to ensure your safety. Gdansk is not safe for our kind, and until you can protect yourself, it would be suicide to be alone. I would never lock you up, my Firefly. My home is not your cage but your shelter.’ His eyes shone with tenderness laced with desire as he spoke, causing my heart to race in response. I wanted to protest and say something clever, push him away and go my own way, but I felt my hands sliding to his shoulders to pull him closer, feeling his heartbeat against mine.
As the tension grew, Leszek suddenly frowned, his magic overpowering my senses, and he lifted my fingers to his nose, inhaling deeply and growling at what he discovered.
‘Why do you reek of Czernobog’s filth?’
Olena Nikitin is our pen name. We are an enthusiastic couple of writers who are fascinated by the fantasy/paranormal romance genre and decided to write a book we would love to read
Behind the Pen name:
Olga - is Polish, armed with a wicked sense of humour and typical Slavic pessimism she is the wicked witch from the East. She has written stories since childhood, initially mostly about her work. As an emergency physician, she always has a story to tell and often not much time to write.
Mark is a typical English gentleman whose charm, refined taste and an impressive collection of books were tempting enough to make Olga leave her homeland. Don't tease him too much; this man has an impressive sword collection and he knows how to use it. He also can fix everything, including
Polish syntax in English writing.
See more on our website: www.olenanikitin.uk
Danger doesn’t lurk in the shadows. It barges in and smacks you in the face.
After years of working in the Emergency Department, Sara thought nothing could surprise her, but when the deceased victim of a stabbing opened his eyes and demanded his knife back, she knew her life had taken a bizarre turn.
Leszek had guarded the magic of the Nether before the first human set foot in his lands. His power was absolute, his authority unchallenged. The world might change, but even ruling from the shadow, no one, not even hardened criminals, dared to question his judgment.
When he was called to clean up the mess an unruly vampire caused in the hospital, Leszek barely contained his irritation when his power couldn’t make the stubborn doctor forget his existence. Instead, she looked him in the eye, challenging him to leave, and he listened.
Sara’s courage and audacity were intriguing, but her magic captivated him with its beauty. The magic she was unaware of. She may be human, but even humans have their uses, and Sara will soon learn there are consequences to capturing the undivided attention of the Tricity Mafia’s boss.
This fascinating woman might haunt his dreams, but Sara’s magic made her a target for a dangerous, emerging power, and Leszek has to decide if he will sacrifice her to save his domain.
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Olena Nikitin is our pen name. We are an enthusiastic couple of writers who are fascinated by the fantasy/paranormal romance genre and decided to write a book we would love to read
Behind the Pen name:
Olga - is Polish, armed with a wicked sense of humour and typical Slavic pessimism she is the wicked witch from the East. She has written stories since childhood, initially mostly about her work. As an emergency physician, she always has a story to tell and often not much time to write.
Mark is a typical English gentleman whose charm, refined taste and an impressive collection of books were tempting enough to make Olga leave her homeland. Don't tease him too much; this man has an impressive sword collection and he knows how to use it. He also can fix everything, including
Polish syntax in English writing.
See more on our website: www.olenanikitin.uk
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