QSFer L M Somerton has a new MM paranormal title out, book three in the Warlocks series: “Elemental Faith.”
FROM AWARD-WINNING AUTHOR L.M. SOMERTON
Book three in the Warlocks series
When you’re a warlock, proving your worth can be fatal.
Evrain Brookes had thought that being a warlock was about genetics—a freak offshoot of evolution that somehow allowed him to manipulate the elements. So when his godfather explains there’s a deeper purpose for warlocks being around, one that stretches back into the reaches of time, Evrain is intrigued.
Warlocks have been using their abilities to tweak the course of history for the better since records began but before Evrain can be allowed to fulfill his destiny, he has to pass a test. This challenge takes him and his life partner, Dominic Castine, back to Scotland, to the Isle of Skye. What they both face there will determine the course of their future.
Evrain has no way of knowing if he will prevail, but both their lives depend on it.
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Excerpt
“A glass of white wine would go down well.” Gregory leaned down to pet Shadow, who was winding in and out of his legs. “We were stuck at the airport for an age before the weather cleared enough for takeoff and my throat is drier than the Atacama.”
“Because it’s not like there was any water on the flight or anything,” Coryn said, sarcasm oozing from every word.
“Not the point. I couldn’t have a proper drink because we agreed I would drive here from the airport.”
“Because you know the route better.” Coryn took a chilled bottle of wine from the refrigerator. “Corkscrew?”
“On the table. You two bicker like an old married couple.” Evrain grinned.
“That’s because we are an old married couple,” Gregory retorted. “Sorry, we’re both tired. A good meal and a drink will fix that. Is the guest room set up?”
“It is. I’ll take your bags upstairs while Dominic finishes up.” Evrain carted the luggage and coats up to the spare bedroom, which he and Dominic had decorated in shades of lilac and silver gray. A deep purple embroidered quilt covered the bed and they had kept his grandmother’s oak wardrobe and chest of drawers. The room was cozy once the lamps were lit and Evrain was pleased with the way they had managed to marry modern and antique. He grabbed some fresh towels from the closet on the landing to leave on the bed then went back downstairs, where Gregory and Coryn sat at the table while Dominic dished up the casserole he had made.
“I know you’re curious,” Gregory said. “But let’s eat first. We can talk over coffee.”
“The symbol disappeared just like you said it would,” Dominic said. “I’m glad Evrain saw it or I might have thought I imagined it.” He took his seat. “Dig in, everyone, don’t let the food get cold.”
Gregory made sure the conversation turned to other topics. He and Coryn shared tales of their exploits on their recent cruise, which brought a blush to Dominic’s cheeks.
“I can’t believe you two. I’m surprised you didn’t get arrested.” Evrain sipped his wine, pushing away his plate. He patted his stomach. “That was amazing, love. Thank you.”
“It’s Dominic’s herbs that make all the difference,” Coryn said. “You’re getting to be quite an accomplished chef.”
The comment made Dominic blush even harder. He nibbled on his lower lip as he gathered up the empty plates to stack by the sink. “I made a cherry pie for dessert and there’s ice cream to go with it.” He slid the pie dish from the oven where it had been keeping warm.
“You’re spoiling us.” Gregory smacked his lips together. “Not that I’m complaining because… Pie!”
For a while the only sounds were those of happy munching as the four of them demolished their dessert. Even Shadow got a dish of cat milk so she didn’t feel left out. She licked the bowl clean then settled on Evrain’s lap, communicating her contentment through high decibel purring. He stroked her, scratching her chin and behind her ears while Dominic made coffee. When they were all settled with drinks, Evrain gave Gregory an expectant glance. “So, are you going to explain why weird magical graffiti appeared on our wall?”
Author Bio
Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.
She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and some not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.