Book Description:
A powerful warrior and commander of the dark elf legions, Bleu is a loyal and devoted male, and one who has never failed in anything—except one thing. Love. When an elusive female dragon shifter surfaces in Hell again, giving him a mission to hurl himself into, he gladly returns to his hunt for her and the deadly blade she stole from his prince seven centuries ago, but as he closes in on his prey, fate reveals she is far more than his enemy.
Having escaped from the black market arena and her life as a slave, Taryn sets her sights back on the task she began seven hundred years ago when her brother stole a precious sword, but in the three centuries she’s been a captive, everything has changed. Corrupted by a craving for power, her brother has become dangerously obsessed with finding the blade and using it to claim the ultimate treasure—the position of King of Hell.
Faced with having to end her beloved twin brother to stop him from bringing all of Hell to its knees before him, will Taryn be strong enough to use the very blade he seeks against him? And when Bleu finally catches his elusive prey, will he listen to his head as it demands he complete his mission or his heart as it demands he claim his eternal mate?
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Possessed by a Dark Warrior, the ninth book in New York Times best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Eternal Mates, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release of Bleu and Taryn’s long romance novel, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY and sharing sneak peeks of the book.
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Excerpt:
Loren’s hand clapped down on Bleu’s shoulder, jerking him
away from thoughts of the dragon and what might lie ahead.
“Hunt the dragon. Eliminate her. Retrieve that sword for me,
Bleu.”
Bleu had the feeling his prince was more aware of his
innermost feelings, the ones he had tried to bury deep and ignore, than he
would like and was giving him a mission to focus on in order to take his mind
off things.
To give him a purpose again.
“The dragon we met in the mortal realm, Loke, had no
information for me when I spoke with him.” Loren’s expression turned troubled
again and he worried his lip with his thumb, the black slashes of his eyebrows
drawing down.
Bleu suspected the dragon knew more than he had admitted to
Loren. He wanted to speak with the one called Loke, but Loren had agreed to
leave him alone if he gave them whatever information he had. That only deepened
Bleu’s suspicion of him. If the male knew nothing, why had he pressed Loren to
promise to never approach him again?
Loren sighed, and Bleu caught the wary edge to his eyes as
they slid his way, sensed the tension in him increase before he opened his
mouth to speak.
“It might be best we speak with Vail,” his prince said and
Bleu could see why his mood had shifted. Loren wanted to be the one to go, but
he couldn’t, so he was going to dump the task on Bleu’s shoulders, even though
he knew how little Bleu liked his brother.
He was entrusting him with the task though and Bleu wouldn’t
fail him. No matter how little he liked his new mission, he would carry it out
to the best of his abilities for his prince. He could set aside his personal
feelings about Vail for long enough to speak with him about the sword. If Loren
was right, and Vail had a stronger connection to it, the elf male might be able
to help him locate it, cutting down the amount of time it would take him to
find it.
Loren tilted his head back, another sigh escaping him as he
stared up at the sky.
Bleu could sense his desire to leave the elf kingdom and
speak with his brother, but it would be a dangerous move. Loren had clashed
with the council too many times since they had discovered Vail had been placed
under a spell, controlled by a witch and forced to do her bidding. He couldn’t
push them right now.
It was bad enough that he had obviously ditched a meeting
with them to speak with Bleu the second he had returned to the castle.
It didn’t exactly make him feel great either. His gut
squirmed, churning from the thought that he had worried his prince enough that
he had risked angering the council in order to see him. Loren needed to restore
some of the peace between him and the council, not upset them further. He
needed to remain at the castle with them, attending to his business as the
ruler of the kingdom, placating the council.
If it would help Loren achieve that peace with the council,
Bleu would stomach visiting Vail in his stead.
“I will go,” Bleu said, a bitter taste coating his tongue as
he thought about seeing Vail again. Not only Vail. Rosalind would be there too.
Happily mated.
He shoved those two words away, ignoring them and the sting
they caused behind his breast, and focused on Loren.
His prince still looked troubled, his crystal violet eyes
locked with his and flooded with concern.
He squeezed Bleu’s shoulder and the corners of his lips
tilted in a half smile. “Be gentle with Vail.”
Bleu huffed, his mood souring again. He was perfectly
capable of playing nice with Vail long enough to get whatever information the
mad bastard could give to him.
Loren’s smile grew. “I know that look, Bleu. Give me your
word.”
It was degrading to have to do it, but he had long ago
decided he would do anything for Loren. Even talk with Vail.
“I swear I will be nice to him.” Bleu shrugged free of
Loren’s grip, his mood darkening further as he spotted a slender brunette
female hurrying towards them from the castle, her pale blue skirts drawn up and
away from her feet. Fantastic. It was time he left. He bowed his head to Loren.
“I will report what I discover.”
Before he could turn away, Olivia reached Loren. Her arm
immediately looped around his right one and Loren looked down at her. Her smile
for her mate was dazzling, near blinding, and Bleu looked away as she tried to
turn that happiness in his direction.
“I’m so glad you’re back. Loren was worried sick.” Olivia’s
words struck hard, each one driving a spike deeper into his heart.
He didn’t need her adding to the guilt he already felt and
he certainly didn’t have time to stand around and watch as Loren gazed at her,
an altogether too soft look on his face, as if his mate was a damned angel
descended from Heaven straight into Hell.
But he couldn’t pull himself away or stop himself from
looking at them as they smiled at each other, sickeningly in love.
He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about the others.
Iolanthe had Kyter. Sable had chosen Thorne. Someone had even been insane
enough to fall in love with Vail.
He growled under his breath before he could think the next
thought, the one he could feel coming.
One he didn’t want to acknowledge.
He didn’t need a mate.
He didn’t need anyone.
He just needed to keep hunting the dragon.
He stiffly bowed his head, turned on his heel and stalked
away from them, his focus locking onto his mission once more. He ignored the
words of hurt Olivia spoke to Loren and just kept walking, heading towards the
grand archway in the wall, his pace gaining speed.
The garrison came into view as he passed under the archway,
an imposing pale three storey square building off to his right. Horses whinnied
in the stable as they were groomed, tended to by the youngest soldiers. He
bowed his head to the ranking officers that he passed, exchanging silent
greetings with them. As commander of the legion directly under Loren’s control,
he held a rank above all of the males present, but he had never elevated
himself to such a position. He didn’t demand respect from his subordinates, or
treat them as inferior as some of the commanders of the other legions did. He
preferred to work alongside his men, as an equal.
Bleu halted and backtracked as one of the males he had come
to see walked out of the stable block, dusting down his black trousers, the
wood-and-leather soles of his boots a steady click on the cobbles.
Leif.
The bastard looked more like Loren every day. Sometimes,
Bleu swore he emulated their prince. Other times, he decided it was just
genetics. Leif was born of noble blood, had an irritating regal bearing and
aloof tone of voice bred into him.
Leif’s step slowed and his purple eyes drifted towards Bleu,
his fine black eyebrows dipping as his lips compressed.
Leif was rarely pleased to see him too.
He blamed Bleu for losing the female dragon three centuries
ago, believed Bleu should have been less concerned with bleeding to death from
the brutal claw marks she had placed on his throat and more concerned about
grabbing hold of her before she could run.
Bleu couldn’t hold it against him. He would have felt the
same had Leif been the one in his shoes, placing his life above the mission.
They shared a compulsion to complete missions, and he was banking on that drive
still being there, making Leif want to take up the hunt for the dragon again.
“There is only one possible reason you have shown your face
now and if it has anything to do with the rumours going around the garrison
about a shady black market arena and our dearest commander being launched
across it by a female dragon, then you can count me in,” Leif snarled each word
as he stalked towards Bleu, darkness rolling off him, hunger to continue their
mission. “You took your damned time returning though. Dacian has been putting
poor foolish soldiers into sickbay for the past three lunar cycles.”
That was a nice way of saying that Dacian was taking out his
frustration and impatience on the soldiers he was meant to be training in the
ring. Bleu sighed. The big elf warrior had never learned to express his
emotions in other ways, always preferring to unleash them in the ring in the
form of fighting.
“I suppose he is there now?” Bleu was already heading in the
direction of the open stretch of sand behind the stables before Leif could
answer.
The male fell into step with him, and Bleu almost felt as if
it was Loren there. Same six-five height and slender build, same neatly clipped
blue-black hair and ridiculously noble profile. Leif lacked something though.
A sense of humour.
Even Loren had one of those.
But where Leif lacked it, the fourth member of their troupe
had it in spades.
Fynn’s raucous laughter reached Bleu’s ears long before he
had finished traversing the narrow cobbled alley between the stable block and
garrison. He rounded the corner and found the young elf male sitting on top of
the low dark stone wall that enclosed the training area, rocking back on it but
somehow maintaining his balance as he laughed his backside off at something.
His long ponytail swayed with his movements, brushing across his bare back,
reaching the small of it.
Bleu peered into the sand-filled ring and grimaced.
Dacian lay on his back, sand pushed up around his bare broad
shoulders, his naked feet resting in a groove in the amber dirt. Bleu followed
that track to the one who had laid one of their biggest, most brutal, warriors
out cold.
No wonder Fynn had been laughing.
The young female elf breathed hard, one hand still tucked
defensively against her chest and the other still outstretched, her palm facing
Dacian.
Bleu clapped slowly.
Fynn stopped laughing and snapped his head towards Bleu. The
female blushed a deep shade of red. She was pretty. As vicious as Bleu
remembered too.
He bet that the sparring match had been Fynn’s idea. Dacian
hadn’t been there the time Fynn’s sister had come to visit, so he hadn’t
witnessed that she had some of the strongest telekinesis Bleu had ever seen,
her gift a natural one from the gods. She had begged Bleu and Leif to train
her, but females weren’t allowed in the ranks, a tradition still firmly in
place today.
Bleu had trained his own sister in secret, passing on
everything he had learned so she could fight and defend herself. That knowledge
had probably saved her life countless times.
By the looks of things, Fynn had done the same with his
sister.
If Bleu had his way, the council would listen to him and
allow females to enlist. Elf females were only marginally weaker than elf
males. There was no reason for them not to have a place in the army if they desired
it.
The young female elf brushed her jaw-length black hair from
her face, blew a rogue strand upwards, and bowed.
Fynn grinned. “She’s a cocky little runt, don’t you think?”
His sister glared at him, but held her tongue. Bleu could
see she wanted to retaliate, but his presence was silencing her.
“No more cocky than her brother,” Bleu said and sighed again
as he looked from Fynn to Dacian. “Although, I would prefer you didn’t damage
my men when I need them.”
The female bowed her head again and Bleu smiled inwardly at
the same time as Fynn’s grin widened. It was cruel to tease her, but amusing
too. It reminded him of when Iolanthe had been younger, and life had been
easier.
Dacian groaned, his face contorted, and he rolled onto his
side. He slowly pushed himself up and shook his head, dislodging the sand that
clung to his shorn hair and revealing the long scar that cut diagonally across
his scalp. It had been a close call the day he had received it. An axe in the
back of the head was the sort of injury most elves didn’t walk away from, but
Dacian had incredible senses and had felt the blade before it had reached him,
swiftly calling his helmet to shield his head.
The big elf huffed and pushed up onto his knees, sat back on
his heels and dusted himself off.
When he swung his icy violet gaze towards the female, she
squeaked and curled up, squeezing her hands together in front of her chest.
Dacian lumbered onto his feet and heaved another sigh, shifting his
thickly-muscled shoulders with it and causing his honed chest and stomach to
tense. He had at least two hundred pounds on the poor female and she wisely
backed towards her brother when Dacian advanced on her.
“Weapons, you said. A fight with weapons,” Dacian growled
through bloodstained fangs and pinned his violet gaze on the female first and
then Fynn.
Fynn tensed, his smile fleeing his face. He shrugged, but it
came off stiff. “Telekinesis could be considered a weapon.”
Not by a warrior like Dacian. The psychic powers available
to elves were only used in defence by those of the warrior class, viewed as a
last resort when traditional weapons, and even claws and fangs, failed and they
were close to losing their lives.
Dacian snarled, flashing his fangs.
The little elf female teleported, reappearing behind her
brother, using him as a shield. Not the wisest move. Dacian wasn’t the sort of
male who cared if he had to go through a friend to get to a foe.
His steady hard gaze shifted back to her and then he did
something that left Bleu wondering what the hell had happened to change the
male.
Dacian backed down, huffing as he strode away from her and
her brother, muttering things beneath his breath.
Bleu eyed him. Maybe he hadn’t changed. Maybe Dacian had
always been lenient on females.
He looked back at the female in question.
Or maybe Dacian had a reason to be lenient on this one.
She whispered something to Fynn, who nodded, and then she
teleported. Dacian looked back in Fynn’s direction, a brief glance before he
swiped a grey cloth from the wall near Bleu and rubbed himself down with it.
“I take it from your appearance that we have a mission
again?” Fynn dropped to his feet from the wall and strode across the sand, all
humour gone from his face.
Bleu nodded. “The rumours running around the garrison are
true. I encountered the female dragon again, and Prince Loren has ordered us to
complete our mission.”
All three males nodded in unison, and Bleu nodded too, a
sense that their mission was finally coming to a close running through him, a
familiar feeling that was comforting and made him feel at home.
Loren had given him a purpose, and he was going to fulfil
it.
“We will not fail this time.”
Our Review:
Reviewed by Shirley ~ 5 stars
***ARC received for an honest review***
This is a beautiful sensual book about Commander Bleu. His
life and disastrous love life that has made him the elf warrior he is today.
Bleu has been present in all the previous Eternal Mates books but this one is
dedicated to him, this very complex character. A book that has been waiting to
be written and I for one am so glad that it has, as he is one of my favourite
characters of all time.
Commander Bleu is an elf who has been a friend, aide and is
the commander of all the elf armies to Prince Loren but he has found that since
his Prince has found his mate he has not been needed so much which also has
happened with his sister Iolanthe. He had always been the protective brother to
her but since she had also found her mate Bleu has found himself on the side
lines again which is making him more withdrawn than ever.
After a momentous and brutal day in his youth when Bleu's
faith had been shattered by a man he had always looked up to, it was this day
that had been the start that had shaped the closed off withdrawn male of today
who rarely smiled and always seemed to choose the wrong woman for his
affections. Bleu had given up the thought of ever finding his fated mate.
The story tells you about how Bleu has been commissioned by
his Prince to find a sword of great power that had been stolen by a female
dragon which had a distinctive and unusual colouring of violet and cream, in
doing so she had left thousands of elves dead and destruction all around so it
was imperative that she and the sword was found.
This has been going on for seven centuries. The dragon had
been elusive. Bleu had encountered her early on after the theft which during
the fight had left him with scars on his neck which he still had to this day
and the dragon had got away. But today he had been given a tip that she had
surfaced again so the hunt was back on.
The female dragon in question is called Taryn. The centuries
had not been kind to her, she had been caught and enslaved for three centuries
until she had finally escaped and this had left her with horrendous memories
which still affected her today and now she had found out that while she had
been gone away her twin brother Tenak had changed drastically into a vicious
despot. Claiming and ruling a valley close to the Demon Realms and he was
killing and torturing anyone who ventured into it. Taryn knew that she had to
be the one to bring him down using the sword that had been stolen all those
centuries ago and in doing so knowing it would bring herself back into a
certain elf's life who had been hunting her down and whom she had been dreaming
about for so long.
“Sinful. Wicked. Beautiful. The
Elf.”
Over the centuries she had dreamt of him, her fated mate.
The more she dreamt the more erotic they became.
“His hand brushed her inner thigh
and then the blunt head of his length nudged against her slick channel and she
moaned, unable to contain the sound as pleasure rippled through her, hunger so fierce
it was hard to keep still as he slowly pressed forwards, on the verge of
filling her at last. His fangs flashed between his lips as he growled down at
her.
"Mine now."”
Fate was cruel because he was to be her hunter and
executioner.
Bleu was not unaffected either by the female dragon that he
had sought. Whenever jealously of others was rampant in him thinking of the
dragon he was immediately calmed. She was his constant, his anchor. Even Bleu
had had dreams of her and his most recent one had been his most erotic yet.
“His cock stirred, hungry for
more of the beautiful female who reacted so sweetly to him, passionate and
ardent, fierce and possessive. A little bit wicked. His perfect match.”
The story continues showing you how even when the odds are
stacked against them is it the end or is it so much more. The backdrop of these
two fated people is filled with intrigue and war thus keeping you turning the
pages to see how this amazing story develops with previous characters popping
up making this a blinder of a read.
I thought this book brilliant Ms Heaton and loved reading
every page written about Bleu's story.
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Books in the Eternal Mates paranormal romance series:
Book 10: Awakened by a Demoness –
Coming Spring 2016
Book 11: Haunted by the King of
Death – Coming Summer 2016
About Felicity Heaton:
Felicity Heaton is a New
York Times and USA Today
international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books.
In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action,
intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from
dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful
angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara
Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then
you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling
Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires
then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance
books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and
erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you
prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every
species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a
look at the new Eternal Mates series.
If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you
can find her at the following places:
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