After sorceress Alexandra tries to kill her insane father, her fae uncle expels her from the Otherworld in an attempt to keep her safe. Living among humans, she keeps her connection with the supernatural by working for vampires and werewolves.
When she stumbles upon a hurt werewolf pup her efforts to heal him inadvertently break the bonds tying the young lycan to the pack, making her his new alpha.
This is the least of Alexandra’s worries though, for back in the Otherworld her father has not forgotten her. He dispatches an assassin to kill her. But just who is this mysterious foe, and what will their arrival mean not only to Alexandra but to the delicate balance of the world?
Nature of the Beast is the first book in the Tangled Bonds series.
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“MY MOM IS coming to visit.” Sean put the phone down and stared wild-eyed at me.
But it wasn’t okay or cool. Sean’s mother wasn’t your everyday mom but one of the most powerful fae this side of the Door. Ancient magical creatures, almost as old as Earth itself, the fae had moved from their place of birth, the Otherworld, many millennia ago. They had come through the Door and walked among the humans, using their magic to hide in plain sight. The most powerful of them, the Lords who ruled them, had stayed behind; although, there were some who had
welcomed the change of a new world. While my suspicions that she was one of those Lords remained unanswered, there was no denying her power.
And as far as I knew, she hadn’t left her home in almost ten years. Last time she did, she placed Sean in my care, without him knowing so, I might add, and that was it. I became his guardian, which put her in my debt. Sort of. Not that I was thinking of collecting any time soon.
After she asked me to watch over her boy, I was nervous. After all, if anything went wrong and something happened to Sean, my head would be on the line; but on the other hand, it didn’t feel like she gave me much choice in the matter. It was phrased as a request, but her tone suggested otherwise. Why she had chosen me, a mixed-breed fae with little knowledge of the World Above, I had no idea.
So, trying to respect her conditions, I tracked his movements and orchestrated what seemed like a random encounter. I bumped into him, spilled a whole cup of scalding coffee on his trousers, and offered to take him out for a drink to make it up to him. He’d been a bit wary at being asked out by a chick, but he went with it. And what started like an awkward date, turned out to be the beginning of an honest friendship.
So why was Sari coming over now?
“‘Okay, cool?’ Didn’t you hear what I just said? My mother is coming to visit.”
“I heard you the first time. So what? Your mom is cool.” And deadly. I sipped my tea and smirked at him.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Of course I am. How often do I get the chance to see you this flustered?”
About the author
Born in Romania, land of the Iele and Vlad the Impaler, AIMEE BRISSAY has spent all her life surrounded by books. She has ridden side by side with d’Artagnan and The Three Musketeers to retrieve the Queen’s diamonds, set sail on the Erasmus in search of the Japans, fell in love with Rhett Butler and roamed the Wild West along Old Shatterhand. She has walked on the footsteps of the Olympian Gods and searched for Zalmoxis’ sanctuary in the Carpathians. In her mind, she’s never been the damsel in distress but rather the knight in shiny armor fighting for a cause.
With a background like this, turning to writing was no surprise.
Aimee discovered erotica early on in life and has never looked back. Now she can write anywhere, even in a crowded room or a busy subway station, but she loves solitude.
When she’s not at her evil day job, she can be found writing or playing with her cat. She welcomes messages from readers and promises to answer all of them as soon as possible.
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