Ben Pryor grew up as an average kid in Camden, Maine, unaware of the supernatural storm brewing in his Celtic blood. However, at nineteen, as the last born in the royal line of the beings that once ruled Atlantis, Ben has eagerly embraced his newfound abilities and birthright.When Caleb, his sister’s mate, goes missing under suspicious circumstances, the prime suspect is the last remaining member of the overthrown corrupt Guardian Council.
With the discovery that an old acquaintance has been keeping secrets and the future Ben was so sure of shifting before his eyes, the situation becomes more complicated, the ransom for Caleb too high.
In the sequel to Shades of Atlantis, Ben will delve deeper than he ever imagined into the magical old ways of the Guardians, the secrets of Excalibur, and the truth behind the legend of King Arthur.
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“Say something,” she laughed lightly, shattering my trance.
I blinked and shook my head. I swallowed and licked my lips. My heart had burst back to life with a vengeance and savagely thundered.
Amanda laughed again and sashayed toward me. The movement of her hips roused a need in me, a coiled snake of maddening desire twisting though my body. How could I possibly be this lucky? Something had to go wrong tonight or tomorrow because having Amanda want to stand beside me, to fight with me, love me, be my partner through this chaos of a world—it seemed like too much good fortune for one person.
“Ben?” Her head tilted to one side just a bit.
I realized I still hadn’t spoken.
“You’d make Danu herself jealous. You’re radiant.”
“Well I can’t take all the credit, considering Emma did my makeup and hair. But, a goddess, well that is high praise.” A delicate pink flushed her cheeks.
“I mean it,” I insisted.
She stepped back, her pupils dilating when I stepped nearer, unwilling to allow any space between us. Her gaze flickered to my mouth briefly but it was enough to ignite the embers of passion smoldering under my skin to a raging heat. A dry ache scorched my throat.
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About the author: Carol Oates came into the world on Christmas morning, in an elevator. Raised just across the street from the childhood home of Bram Stoker, author of Dracula, it was only a matter of time before Carol’s love of all things supernatural would emerge.
She began experimenting with fiction at school and keeps the notebook containing her first unpublished novel in her desk drawer. Over three decades later, all her stories still begin life scrawled on paper.
When not writing, Carol can be found exploring history with her son. Luckily, he shares her love of old buildings, castles, and tombs.
This series sounds great! Have you read them?
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