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Authors: Christie Palmer
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Reaper Mine: A Reaper Novel
He had almost lost her today and something deep in his chest had broken lose at the thought of losing her, and he just needed to feel her close to him. He would be damned straight to hell it’s self before he walked away from her right now.
So he kissed her, he wrapped his arms around her slipper body molding her against him under the pounding hot spray of water. Slanting her full lips over his, pressing them open he sank his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, making it easier to sink further into the kiss.
Victor lost himself in the kiss. The feel of the woman in her arms, full breasts pressed against him. And he grew light headed with desire; he broke the kiss to drag air into his starved lungs.
She tasted like warm sunshine, and the second he could breathe, he dipped his lips back to hers. Elle moaned into his mouth and Victor was lost, he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, rubbing against her and drawing her tongue into his mouth he sucked on it. Drawing her unique taste and flavor into his mouth. Memorizing her, gods he couldn’t get her taste deep enough into him. She made the most amazing sounds as he drifted from her mouth to the side of her neck. Elle burrowed into him resting her head against his chest, he thanked the gods he had left his boxer briefs on. As he tried to control the urge to press her against the shower wall and take her.
“Elle.” Her name came out more as a moan.
By: Christie Palmer
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First Edition August 2015
This book is dedicated to a friend who was taken way too soon. Brother of my heart. Gone but never forgotten.
David Kendal
11/1964 ~12/2013
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“We are being laughed at. Dante sits protected in his fortress in the Infernos mocking us with his repugnant creations,” Castor spat as he slammed his hand against the solid marble conference table.
Asplin smiled from where she sat protected half hidden in the shadows; she had waited countless years for her chance and it took everything she had not to jump up and scream with joy. All her hard work would now be paid off, all the waiting, the years of groveling, of saying what needed to be said. Of putting these sniveling, benign, worthless, idiots and their ignorant needs before her own, all the blood oaths, and giving and giving until she had nothing left. Asplin dipped her head down knowing her abhorrence burned bright in her eyes even in the shadows she continues to listened as Caster bluster on.
“Dante has gone too far this time. His crimes are so atrocious I cannot begin to even fathom why he still garners a seat on this very council much less we even allow him to live,” Castor shouted the last words with such fervor Asplin was surprised he didn’t stroke out right there in his seat. “I demand he be thrown from this Tribunal and be held accountable for his latest crimes.”
“What exactly would you have us do, Castor?” Felix asked. Asplin barely held back her snarl the ever calm Master Fae was the one Tribunal member she had never been able to buy off. She never knew where she stood with Felix. His all too calm attitude drove her to distraction, she held the sway of the other eight members, so he should have been of no import. But because she could never move him, never buy him off he was a thorn in her side and it made her want to draw his blood. Asplin had set about driving the Fae from the Tribunal a hundred or so years ago and she knew she was close. So close she could almost touch it. She held her breath in anticipation that this would be the straw that broke the preverbal camel’s back.
“We have no way of holding him accountable.” Felix reminded the group at large.
Castor slammed his hand against the table top again. “That is the problem,” Castor shouted.
“We must make a statement.” Jens took up the argument from across the room. “It is time to show Dante, and the rest of the Other community that the Tribunal is not to be taken lightly. The Tribunal holds the power on the mortal plane. Not Dante or his Reapers or those they deem worthy.”
Several members nodded in agreement. “We have become weak in the face of the Others, impotent!” Castor said with barely controlled rage. “We must make a statement. Force the Others to choose.”
Jens stood; leaning forward, he placed his hands flat against the cool marble, stopping for affect, he took the time to look each member of the Tribunal in the eye. Asplin began to shake with excitement. This was it; everything was starting to finally come together. All her hard work, hundreds of years of effort.
“It’s time to gather our allies and even more important identify who our enemies are,” Jens said his voice dropping just enough so the members had to lean in to hear him.
“And how do you suggest we do this?” Felix questioned. Asplin could see the worry written clearly on the Fae’s face but she knew it was too late. The other members of the Tribunal were past the point of reason. They would be pushed to do something drastic and Felix’s calm attitude was falling on deaf ears.
Castor smiled at the group, showing them all straight white teeth. “I’m glad you asked, Felix. We have been long in coming to this point and it has been needed for the last millennia at the very least.”
Felix shook his head, but Castor continued speaking over any arguments the Fae may have had. “I believe we would all agree it is past time we had a registration of all Others on the mortal plane.”
“I second the motion,” Jens announced. Sitting back, he crossed his arms over his chest and gave Asplin a sideways look. Asplin didn’t look up but kept her gaze locked on the silver lines shot through the black marble of the centuries-old conference table top. She heard several others express their agreement as Felix argued against the inevitable. Ancient power surged in the room making the hair on Aspin’s arms stand on end. She let it lick over her skin like a mini-lightning storm along her dermal plane, before sucking it into the base of her neck and feeding it down her spine, pulling it into the reserves of her body.
A smile she barely concealed tugged at her lips. It was almost time to show not only the Others, but everyone, everything on the mortal plane, who was in control. Who the powerful really were and who controlled all that power.
“This is only going to make them hate us all the more,” Felix argued.
“Let them hate us,” Castor argued. His rage caused spittle to spring from his mouth. “I want the heads of the Reapers. Dante has pushed us too far this time. And it is time he pays for thumbing his nose at us.”
A sudden silence descended over the room. Asplin couldn’t believe what she had just heard. As the head of the Tribunal, Castor could demand the extinction of a Race but he needed cause and he needed the rest of the Tribunal to vote unanimously with him. “I will pay for the heads of each Reaper brought to the Tribunal.”
No, not the extinction just the brutal murder of the Reapers; this was declaring all-out war on the Reapers. This was better than she could have hoped for, and her hands fisted at her side to keep herself from jumping up and down with glee.
Felix jumped up from his seat. “Have you lost your mind? You are declaring war on the Reapers; and Dante. He will not sit back while you hunt down his sons.”
Castor glared at the Fae. “You dare to question the word of the Tribunal, Felix?” he shouted.
Felix looked around at the other Tribunal members. “I can’t believe you all feel the same? Who can possibly second this absurd notion?”
Jens stood without hesitation. “I second the motion.”
Another member stood to follow suit, until ever member but Felix stood in favor of the motion.
“And what of the souls of the dead?” Felix demanded.
“Dante will submit to the Tribunal and replace his Reapers with Tribunal approved Reapers.” Castor announced.
Asplin felt numb with excitement. This was more then she could have expected or hoped for to rule this plane and the next.
