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The Elven King’s Promise by Devon Vesper :: Fated Elves #3

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Author:
Series:

Fated Elves by Devon Vesper

Series Type:
Same group of characters and story world
Number In Series:
3
Publisher:
devon Vesper
Published:
21 April 2021
Book Type
Pages:
326
Heat Level

Synopsis

A carefully forged peace is threatened by unforeseen danger.

The prospect of going to college terrifies Dustin, and he balks at using Casersis’s money to do it. Along with his normal, human insecurities, Dustin is beside himself between going to therapy to deal with changing species and worrying about his omega’s upcoming heat. But Dustin is unprepared for the new twist when he accidentally soulbonds with an enemy. Erastus is crazed to get Dustin away from Casersis and will stop at nothing to get his way.

Casersis is trying his hardest to put Dustin’s mind at ease, despite not understanding the very human hang-ups getting between them. But when his public relations officer attacks him, Casersis’s worries shift from Dustin to those trying to hurt him and his alpha.

With his mate distracted, Dustin’s new soulbond could cost his relationship with Casersis. Or—even worse—his life.

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Excerpt

Right now, I was getting started on the decorative carvings for the gazebo I wanted to build once the snow abated and the ground dried out from the muddy part of spring. At least, I would be getting started if people would quit interrupting me. But I couldn’t turn down that shy grin if you paid me.

Stepping away from the workbench, I dusted the sawdust off my hands and pulled Casersis to me, molding our bodies together, and kissed him stupid. I always knew when “stupid” hit because he’d melt against me, and when I pulled back, his eyes were unfocused, his pupils blown wide, and he had this starstruck expression that took a few moments to clear away, so he was capable of coherent thought again. Those “few moments” depended on several factors, including if I kissed him again or if I brought him back with a nudge of my nose to his.

“Earth to Cass,” I said, trying to suppress my laughter. He looked so fucking edible that I nipped at his chin. “You okay in there?”

“Huh?” He swayed, and I couldn’t help it anymore. I laughed until he snapped out of it. “You are entirely too smug, beauty. It does not become you.”

I just laughed some more and kissed the tip of his nose. “Did you need anything, kitten, or did you just want a kiss?”

He smirked. “With you, my love, there is never such a thing as ‘just’ a kiss.”

Damn, if that didn’t inflate my ego to ridiculous proportions.

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Devon Vesper

Biography

I’m a mother, furbaby spoiler, and a girl who can’t get enough of pretty, pretty boys. As a kid, I traveled the world, too young to appreciate the gift I was given, but now those adventures spur on stories that my brain just can’t keep up with. Well, my brain tells me it keeps up just fine, but my fingers are the slow ones. I’ll let you decide. But the boys, man. The boys I remember make my heart sizzle looking back on them. Being a kid at nude beaches, I never cared, but looking back on those memories of Sicily, WHEW! There are some really great childhood images that I wish I could have been an adult to savor.Home is some place I call “rustic”. I’m used to large cities, stores everywhere, gas stations on every corner. Here in rural Pennsylvania, it’s rustic and beautiful. And quiet. Too quiet. With all this quiet, all there is to do is write stories, and let the hot men in my head out to play. We all benefit, yes? I like this development. The only thing I dislike about this rusticness is the fact I can’t find a coffee shop that sells a proper chai latte. They make it from powder. Ew. This makes for a disgruntled Dev. Ugh. I miss my chai.

Most of all, I am a down-to-earth southern girl at heart from spending 16 years in Florida. If you chat with me, you’ll hear endearments like darlin’, sweetheart, and hon/hun/hunnie. It’s who I am, and if we chat, you’re almost instantly family, so get used to it.

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