Today I'm thrilled to feature Enchanter Redeemed (Camelot
Reborn), Book Four by Sharon Ashwood.
Book Description
In the last battle for Camelot, Merlin had to make a terrible
choice. Now he must pay the price. When a demon from his past reappears, she
wants nothing more than to destroy the wizard. Now to reap her vengeance as a
lover scorned, the demon occupies the body of Clary—the apprentice who is
capturing his heart—and has the innocent behaving in uncharacteristic ways.
Ways that push the forbidden desire Clary and Merlin share into heated play…
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Book 1 - Enchanted Warrior (RITA nominee)
Book 2 – Enchanted Guardian
Book 3 – Royal Enchantment
Excerpt
Clary jolted awake. Power surged through her body, painful
and suffocating. Her spine arched into it—or maybe away from it, she wasn’t sure. Merlin had
one hand on her side and the other on her chest, using his magic like a
defibrillator. The sensation hammered her from the inside while every hair on her body
stood straight up. When he released her, she sagged in relief. A drifting
sensation took over, as if she were a feather in an updraft.
Another bolt of power, more pain, another pulse check.
Clary managed a moan, and she heard the sharp intake of Merlin’s breath.
His hand withdrew from her pulse point as she forced her eyes open. He was
staring down at her with his peculiar amber eyes, dark brows furrowed in
concern. She was used to him prickly, arrogant or
"You're alive."
He said it like a fact, any softness gone.
"Yup." Clary pushed herself up on her elbows. She
hurt all over. “What was that?”
“A demon.”
“I got that much.” Clary held up her arm, peering
through the rents in her jacket where the demon’s claws had slashed.
Merlin’s zap of power had stopped the bleeding, but the deep scratches were
red, puffy and hurt like blazes.
“Demon claws are toxic.”
“Your sister is a better healer than I am.”
“She’s got a better bedside manner, too.”
She studied Merlin, acutely aware of how much magic
he’d used to shut the demon down. He looked like a man in his early
thirties, but there was no telling how old he actually was. He was lean-faced
with permanent stubble and dark hair that curled at his collar. At first glance, he looked like a
radical arts professor or dot-com squillionaire contemplating his next disruptive
innovation. It took a second look to notice the muscular physique hidden by the
comfortable clothes. Merlin had a way of sliding under most radars, but Clary
never underestimated the power he could pluck out of thin air. She was witch
born, a member of the Shadowring Coven, but he was light years beyond their
strongest warlocks.
That strength was like catnip to her—although she’d
never, ever admit that out loud.
“What were you doing?” she demanded, struggling the
rest of the way to a sitting position.
“The she-demon tried to kill me.” Clary’s insides
hollowed as the words sank home. Dear goddess, she did kill me! And Merlin
had brought her back before a second had passed—but it had happened. Her
witch’s senses had felt it happen. The realization left her light-headed.
Their gazes locked, and something twisted in Clary’s
chest. She’d been hurt on Merlin’s watch, and he was furious. No, what she saw
in his eyes was more than icy
“I shouldn’t have walked in on you.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” he said in a voice filled
with the same mix of ice and fire.
“You’d be a better student of magic if you paid attention.
You asked me to teach you proper magic and not the baby food the covens
use. Real magic is deadly.”
And then his mouth crushed hers in a hard, angry kiss.
Clary gasped in surprise, but there was no air, only him, and only his need.
She rose slowly onto her toes, the gesture both surrender and a desire to hold her own. She’d
been kissed many times before, but never consumed this way. His lips were
greedy and hot with that same confusing array of emotions she’d seen a moment
ago. Anger. Fear. Possession. Protectiveness.
Volatile. That was the word she’d so often used in her
own head when thinking about him. Volatile, though he kept himself on a
very short chain. Right now that chain had slipped.
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here: http://www.rowanartistry.com/book/enchanter-redeemed/
About
the Author
Sharon Ashwood is a free-lance journalist, novelist, desk
jockey and enthusiast for the weird and spooky. She has an English literature
degree but works as a finance geek. Interests include growing her to-be-read
pile and playing with the toy graveyard on her desk. As a vegetarian, she
freely admits the whole vampire/werewolf lifestyle fantasy would never work
out, so she writes paranormal romances instead.
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Thank you for the interesting excerpt.
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