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“Every damned time.” She trembled from the experience. “I swear I feel like an idiot going through that. You step out like a damned White Knight while I fall flat on my face.”

Tethur lifted her chin, bringing her face up towards his.

“True, love, but it just gives me an excuse to touch you more,” he rumbled.

He reached down and gave her ass a firm grab. Smacking him on the chest with a smirk, she moved to pull away from him, but he grabbed her hand before she could escape.

“I don’t trust humans,” he snarled.

Shaking her head, she weaved through the eclectic antique store. Her mother had explained that when they exited the portal it would be in a shop owned by someone from Malandria. Not a guardian but an old wiccan, one of many who kept watch over the portals in the west of the human world. Seemed a bit silly to leave all the portals in the West to a bunch of old wiccans, but then again, she never thought she would be living in a J.R.R. Tolkien book—and here she was.

As she walked, pulling her big bear through the store, her escape was cut short when a very tall, very lithe female stepped in her path.

Sucking in a deep breath, her eyes hovered over the nearly exposed dainty breasts and traveled up to look into the face of one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. Beautiful might have been an understatement. The woman took Sorscha’s breath away. Sorscha opened her mouth to speak but the woman cut her off with a lift of her hand. Violet eyes gazed back at her.

“You know Cassandra, the Winter Queen of the Fae?” The voice seemed nearly unreal. It sang to her. Musical and light, it tickled her ear drums.

Sorscha made a firm attempt to not scratch her ears in front of such a regal female. She could only nod.

“Tell her to cut the shit. I’m over all this god-awful cold,” The wiccan humphed, and with a gust of colored silks swept out of the way.

Leaning back against Tethur. Sorscha asked, “The wiccan?”

“Yes.” He waited until the woman disappeared in the back of the shop from where they had come. “She’s still an eccentric oddball.”

He turned to look down on her. “You ready?”

Taking a deep breath, she nodded. “Let’s go get Niamh.”

“Remember they call her Nia here. They claim it is her name.”

Sorscha snorted. “Really? Why didn’t they just call her Niamh? My family called me Sorscha.”

“Because Sorscha is easy to pronounce, and having all of you in the human realm with the names of the princesses would be too obvious.”

Nodding, she sucked in a deep breath and pushed through the front door of the store. A tiny jingle sounded that brought a smile to her face.

Six Months.

It’d been six months since she’d been to the land of the humans, as she so eloquently liked to call it. Six months without T.V., computers, her beloved iPhone, Doctor Who, Sherlock, and Netflix. At some point Tethur had gone back through and smuggled in her iPod. The only issue was, there were no plugs in Malandria so once the juice was out, the music was gone. Begging seemed beneath her in the grand scheme of things, so she busied herself with plans for getting her sisters safely over the borders. It’d been all her plan to go in after her sister Niamh.

The Fire Starter.

Gods, she thought, it was so cool this sister was nearly made of flames. And her guardian... a shape-shifting dragon.

All those fantasies about Smaug were about to come true in the form of some hunky Colorado fire fighter. The chill of the Colorado air hit her hard. It was August and she could swear it should be warmer this time of year... well... anywhere. Wrapping her jacket around her tighter, she turned toward Tethur, who seemed just as annoyed with the nip in the air.

“Is this really Cassandra’s deal?” she asked.

Nodding, he answered, “Yes. I’m not sure why she’s in such a tizzy. Could be marriage, she could be pregnant. Any form of mood could affect the winter and how she tosses it out. I’ll see to it when we get home.”

Shaking her head, she pinned him with a glare. “No, let me. I’m about done being bottled up in that medieval castle. I love Mom and Dad, but enough already. I’m grabbing Cassie and  taking us both back to the land of the normal and binging on ice cream, burgers, and Netflix. Then you can have us back.”

She heard a snort and then a rumbling growl. His attention locked on someone. Shifting her gaze to the other side of the street, before she zeroed in on the duo walking quickly towards the Starbucks, she felt her power surge through her and the heated yank of plates shifting under her feet took her off-guard. The soothing touch of Tethur’s hand on her shoulder eased her erratic powers.

“I thought I had them under control,” she whispered.

Feeling the hot pulse reach and fight her control, she whimpered.

“Remember, I told you, being close to your sister will increase your powers. It may even take them totally out of your hands. It is why you need to get to Niamh as fast as you can when we confront them. Slaine is confrontational, hostile, and impulsive. I’ll handle him while you get to your sister. We warn them, drop the hint about the portal, and we get out. With you and Niamh so close it could spark a natural disaster, then both Slaine and I will be strung up by our cocks by your father.”

Sorscha patted Tethur on the chest. Rising up on her tiptoes, she dropped a kiss on his nose, which soon turned to a passionate tongue battle in the middle of the street. The loud blare of a car horn sucked them out of their private kissing session long enough to dash out of the street.

Quickly putting on her serious face, Sorscha pulled Tethur with her as they followed the pair into the Starbucks. Once the scent of espresso hit Sorscha’s nostrils they flared, and she nearly orgasmed from the missing scent of caffeinated bliss.

Eyes closed, she turned to Tethur. “Please can I get a drink to go? Please?”

He grunted and she took that for a reluctant yes.

She placed her order with the barista and waited at the pick-up, keeping a watchful eye on the pair. The dragon warrior looked nothing like Tethur. He was tall but built lean. The exposed muscles in his arms strained the short-sleeved dark blue cotton of his uniform, which was bulging. He looked as if he worked out. His face was handsome. A high forehead, thin nose, and a strong jawline made him swoony. He was a ginger, not obvious and stand-out. But his hair had a curly red sheen to it which matched his glittering eyes.

Sorscha pushed her glasses up her nose as she studied the pair. Grabbing her drink from the barista, she took a sip.

Ah, caramel macchiato—heaven.

Basking in the glow of caffeine after six months of withdrawal, she tilted her head at the pair. Her sister. Niamh looked like every man’s wet dream. Glancing down at her own body, her brows furrowed, and she wondered how she got the short end of the hottie stick. Her sister was like a pin-up, with hot curves and, a rockin’ hair style that was dark red with shocking streaks of platinum blonde running through it. Her eyes matched Sorscha’s own and she smiled at that. Freckles spattered the bridge of her nose and cheeks and she saw a few on her hands. Pressing her lips together, she fought the power that flared dangerously close to tipping over inside her.

She heard a squeal and looked up at Niamh. Her palms were smoking and she was letting loose a string of curses that would’ve made a sailor jealous.

“It’s starting, isn’t it?” she asked Tethur.

“Yes. You triggered her, just like we wanted,” he growled.

Sorscha licked her lips and watched her sister dash to the bathroom. Slaine started to rise to go after her but they came forward quickly. Placing her drink on the table, Sorscha reached out a hand and smiled pleasantly towards the warrior.

“Hi, nice to meet you. I hate to be a pain, but I’m Sorscha, little sis to your girlfriend in there.”

He eyed her hand, lifting a brow.

“You just triggered her. Oh, pleasant you show up now, isn’t it? Should’ve known.” He paused and went to step around them, but Tethur cut him off.

“No, she goes. You’re staying.”

Slaine crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back into the table. He looked over the pair, and suddenly Sorscha felt totally inadequate. This dude had the hot sister, and here was the nerdy sister all wrapped up and geeky, trying to placate a damned dragon.

“You two are going to tell me what to do. The old grumpy bear and the cute little shy one?” He straightened to move again. “Thanks but no thanks, love. Nia is my charge.”

She felt a pop inside her. A scream came from the restroom and before Slaine could move, Sorscha threw up a hand and the earth under his feet shifted and threw him against the back wall.

She shrugged. “Not so shy and little anymore, am I?” It was a rhetorical question.

Tethur stood tall and just smirked. “All of them are powerful—or have you forgotten after being in the human realm for so long?”

“I forget nothing!” Sorscha watched as steam sizzled from his nostrils, his ears, and his mouth.

Taking a step back, she nudged Tethur and moved towards the bathroom when another scream tore through the Starbucks.

“You him, me sister.” She turned and ran. Without knocking or checking first she burst through the unlocked door and stopped short when blue flames erupted on her sister’s forearms.

“What the fuck! What the FUCK! Holy shit, fuck ,what the fuck!” Nia backed into a stall and fell smack onto the toilet.

Cringing for a moment, Sorscha got to Nia and the earth started to move. She felt the lava in the earth below them start to sizzle and push towards the surface.

“So, I’m your sister, and you need to come with me. Brandon, as you call him, is really called Slaine Mac dela. He’s an Irish Celt, a king too, oh and is... well... Have you seen The Hobbit? Think really hot Smaug. Well, actually Smaug is hot if you think of the fact it’s Benedict doing his voice. Then all sorts of dirty thoughts come to life in your head...”

“Oh my god, what the fuck! Who are you? I don’t have a sister. Get out. Where’s Bran?” She was screaming and frantic. The flames danced up her arms and engulfed her chest without burning her. They consumed her, wrapping her in an ethereal blue glow.

“Bitchin...” Sorscha mumbled.

“Fuck! What the fuck!”

Sorscha could feel the combined power hit a breaking point. The earth below them was about to shatter, and her sister was about to erupt in flames. Lifting her shoulders, she gave her sister a compassionate gaze.

“Allons-y.” Sorscha winked, and the whole world around them exploded.

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onnie Bliss is the brain child of two authors. Bonnie is husband and wife duo that has come together to weave stories of passion, action, betrayal, and ultimate surrender. They have discovered that mixing genres in their thing. Their tastes go dark, and they love to twisted up sweet stories and make them a bit more tense and sexy. Bonnie writes in multiple genres with plans to dabble into more areas of fiction.

One is a Southern California native, the other was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. The husband spends his time giving the wife alpha males with bite. He is a man that needs to see his world in print. He has a panty melting accent, loves listening to music, watching Game of Thrones, and obsessing over Heisenberg. The wife spends her time writing strong women that evolve into their power, they don’t just come out guns blazing. She claims the song California Girls, by Katy Perry is totally accurate. She’s done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impression part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—before finding her way into the publishing world with her husband.