Soul Keeper, the launch book in debut author Cathryn Marr’s Brotherhood of Shadows series released on July 9 . Here’s a sneak peek into the story that will thrill fans of urban fantasy, paranormals, and romantic suspense.
He’s a heavenly outcast. She’s a mortal woman with unearthly gifts. Can they ward off a rising apocalypse? Fallen angel Luceire Garard has spent an eternity chasing redemption. So, when he’s given a mission to find and protect a defenseless young psychic, he jumps at the chance. But he never expected the beautiful woman who could help his mission to slam him in the chest with an impossible power. Aurora Montgomery has always had a special connection to kids with disabilities. As more and more children reach out to her in pain, she knows she has no choice but to join the darkly handsome Fallen on a death-defying mission. But when a serial killer targets the innocent children, saving them may require tapping into an ancient, unexplainable gift. As Luceire and Aurora hunt down the murderer, they discover his attempt to sacrifice souls could resurrect an ancient, indestructible darkness. And the only way to stop the end of the world may require shedding innocent blood.Can Luceire and Aurora avoid the unthinkable and stop the end of humanity? Soul Keeper is the first book in the sexy paranormal romance series, Brotherhood of Shadows. If you like complex characters, high-stakes suspense, and supernatural battles, then you’ll love Cathryn Marr’s highly sensual, fast-paced tale.
Luc, if I don’t get rid of the excess power I’m carrying, I feel like I’ll explode and take this building and everyone inside it with me. It’ll be worse than what happened in the tunnels because it’ll hurt everyone. You know that. And that’s what you do, isn’t it? Suck off the excess to feed yourself and keep the world from imploding?”
She closed her eyes, shuddering. Opened them and took his face between her hands. The air around her crackled with lightning, making her glow. There was desperation in her voice when she said, “You need this as badly as I do, I can feel it, feel you. I’m begging you, Luc. Please. I don’t want to hurt anybody. Fuck. Me. Now.”
Her despair unnerved him. Her need sent him over the edge. He ducked his mouth to hers, plunged his tongue recklessly inside it. Tasted the power, drew it in. Came up gasping for air. The waters she inhabited were deep and charged with electricity, with the sustenance he needed to recharge himself and keep her from torching the entire city.
Another deep kiss and her breasts were free of the plunging neckline of her dress, rising into his palms. He teased her nipples with one hand while the other worked his zipper down. He shoved his pants open and his cock lifted free, prodded the silk of her thong. Impatiently, she leaned back against the wall and reached between them, tried to fit herself over him, to shove the scrap of fabric between them out of the way. But the sleek stuff was soaking wet and stretched tight, refused to give to her plucking. Luc lifted her away from the wall even as she twisted in his arms.
Stumbling backward, he found the edge of a table and turned to plant her on its surface, facedown. The thong’s string snapped beneath his fingers, her bottom lifted to him. At the same time, she pushed herself back, and he speared his fingers into her cleft to find her opening then slammed forward to seat his cock deep inside her.
There was no finesse, only the hard, fast, fucking they both wanted. Needed. Her breath sobbed in her lungs. His grunted out of him. He gripped her hips in iron fists, filling her and withdrawing, plundering and retreating.
The table and the wall it was against rattled and shook. The air around them sputtered and hissed audibly, spitting with power. When the curtain they’d come through was shoved aside, Luc felt the wings he’d thought he’d lost thousands of millennia before unfurl and close around them protectively. Within their shielding embrace, he lost himself in Rory. Took her until his name came out of her on a guttural scream, her inner muscles clamped around him, and the anteroom they were in erupted with light.
Strength surged through him. His cock filled to bursting with cum. His seed jetted into her—
—and then they were no longer in the back room of Carpe Noctem, but collapsing into the sheets of a rafter-hung swing-bed on the exterior balcony of an apartment on one of the club’s upper levels, wrapped in his wings.