At the Other End of Descension (Mystic #1):
After three years caring for her dying mother, Layla Callaway learns she was adopted under unusual circumstances. Following a cryptic message to seek her birth family in Oregon, Layla uproots her life to find out the truth about her past. And herself.
Quin’s natural charisma is attractive to plenty of women, but he longs for the one he’s been dreaming of his entire life. When that day arrives, not only is he breathless, he’s confronted with the challenge of a lifetime – an innate need to keep her safe and forever by his side.
Through manipulation and dark magic, Agro uses the powers of others to elevate his supremacy and wealth. When he discovers Layla didn’t die at birth, he sets out to find and possess her.
Stretching from coast to coast and teeming with loathed villains and beloved heroes, The Mystic Series is rich with emotion, magic and intrigue. Whether the reader is laughing, crying or falling in love, they'll find themselves invested in Layla's fate through the rich dialogue and emotionally driven characters that weave the web of this fiery tale.
Shhh... Don't Tell:
Layla jolted when Quin opened her door. Then she rolled her eyes and took his hand, letting him pull her from the car. With a flick of his wrist, he shut and locked the doors. Then he pulled her close, keeping one arm around her as they walked into the surrounding forest.
Once they were shadowed, he opened his cloak, and she slipped her arms in, loving the soothing warmth of luxurious velvet. “You never told me how you keep from freezing,” she remembered.
“Magic,” he answered, carefully pulling her hair from the collar. Then he covered the tresses with a roomy hood.
“That’s all I get?” she objected.
“Are you cold?” he returned, an ornery twinkle in his eye as hooked the platinum clasp.
“No,” she answered.
“Then you don’t need more,” he refused.
She scowled, and he grinned, slipping his hands under the cloak and around her waist. Layla’s breath caught in her chest as he lifted her from the ground. Then she was face-to-face with him, lips fluttering around tiny bursts of oxygen laced with his scent, heart thundering as her cheeks burned.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she breathed. Aside from her embarrassing physical reactions, she was quite content.
“I think so, too,” he replied, supporting her with one arm as he reached up with the other. “I’m going to cast a spell to protect your ears from the pressure, but you shouldn’t feel any effects. Tell me if you do.”
“Okay,” she agreed, and he cupped his hand over her ears one at a time.
“Feel normal?” he asked, and she nodded. “Good,” he approved. “Tell me if that changes. Are you ready?”
“Don’t be afraid.”
She meant what she said, but couldn’t help but squeeze her eyes shut and tighten her grip as he shot into the air, darting through a thick canopy of needle covered branches. When they reached open sky, he leaned back, letting her rest on his torso, and she opened her eyes, feeling foolish for closing them in the first place.
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