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On Sale: March 2, 2010
Velvet Haven – Sofie Renwick
On Sale: March 2, 2010
Penguin Group
ISBN-10: 0451229185
Hidden from mortals for all eternity, Annwyn, the Otherworld, is home to shapeshifters, wraiths and dragons. But in a nightclub called Velvet Haven, desire brings humans and immortals together…
Built atop the mystic passageway to Annwyn, the gothic nightclub Velvet Haven has seen its share of lost souls—both mortal and immortal. It is here that Bran, the shapeshifter king of the Sidhe, searches for his brother, who is ensnared by a centuries-old curse. When a vision foretells his own death, he knows his time to find Carden is running out.
For help he must turn to Mairi, a mortal woman with an unusual aura. Bran has never liked humans, other than using their sexual pleasure to restore his magic energy. But with Mairi everything is different. Her lush curves and teasing caresses enflame him like no Sidhe has ever done. He has no idea that the woman he’s falling for holds the key to his destruction – or his salvation.
Sneak Peek
From Chapter Two
Following him onto a terrace, Mairi wrapped her arms around her waist. It was chilly being up this high and with the wind blowing. A storm was blowing in, and the rumble of thunder sounded much too close for comfort.
“Here,” he murmured. He shrugged out of his long trench and covered her shoulders. It was warm and inviting. Discreetly she inhaled his scent: masculine with a hint of spice. Her blood instantly heated.
“It’s going to storm.” She motioned to the sky just as it lit up with lightning.
“I won’t let you get wet.”
She laughed. “So now you’re claiming you can keep the rain away?”
He shrugged and rested his arms on the balustrade. “Perhaps.”
She noticed his left arm was covered in vine-like tattoos. In the moonlight they glowed pewter and silver, like his eyes. “Cool tats.” She motioned to his arm.
He nodded and slid his right hand over his forearm, hiding them.
“Had them forever.”
He frowned as he looked over the terrace, toward the lake. “Scotland.”
“I thought I detected a faint accent.”
He didn’t reply, but continued to watch the waves pound onto the shore. “What is your favorite element, Mairi?”
That stopped her. What a bizarre question. She looked at him, but he appeared to be dead serious as he waited for her answer. He shrugged then looked away. “Mine is water. It can be both tranquil and fierce. When it’s raging it can be the hardest element to control, but when it is calm it can soothe the soul.
“If you close your eyes you can hear the waves.”
“Not over the wind,” she said as she moved closer to the balustrade. “Plus with the thunder…”
“Close your eyes and I promise you you’ll hear them.”
Mairi did as he asked, and felt his arm move. She was aware of his body, warm and hard beside hers. “Listen, Mairi.”
She did, trying not to focus on him, and how he made her want to rub up against him. Pressing in, she leaned against him, and he anchored her with a hand on her shoulder. The winds quieted, and she heard the rhythmic crashing of waves hitting the sand.
“It’s beautiful,” she purred, allowing the sound to wash over her. She stood quietly for a few minutes, listening, feeling herself calm, marveling at the way she could hear the waves as if she were standing right on the beach, her toes buried in the sand.
He bent down and whispered in her ear. “Feel better?” She was surprised to realize she did. She didn’t know if it was the cool air, or the waves, or Bran’s calming presence, but there was no denying that she was feeling much better.
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