Keeper Of My Desire, Book 3 The Immortal Keepers eBook

The Immortal Keepers - Winner of the Australian Romance Readers Award for favourite continuing paranormal romance series 2022

✨✨✨

Desire over destiny. Choice versus fate. Duty over death.

When half-blood angel Amadis is ordered to locate the next Keeper of the World Tree and convince them to join an immortal war, she leaps at the opportunity to prove herself. Succeed, and the Angelkin will finally consider her one of them. Fail, and she’ll never gain their acceptance.

Ex-soldier Daniel O’Connor is content running a lodge at the remote end of a high-country lake, vowing never to fight another war. So when a stunning woman turns up on his doorstep wanting him to fight a battle that defies logic, the answer is no. Hell, no.

But as Amadis and Daniel clash over the World Tree, sparks fly in more ways than one.

✨✨✨

Purchase your copy now to continue the excitement and thrill of The Immortal Keepers.

Author's note: Content warning for mature content with language and scenes designed for 18+ readers. There are fight and death scenes on the page, and scenes dealing with PTSD. But if you love reading stories by Ivy Asher or Kresley Cole, or if you one-click on super-super steamy, enemies to lovers, paranormal romance stories where the female MC is as much a badass as the man, then this book is for you.

This product is an EBOOK compatible with any modern digital app and device:

• Kindle or Kindle App for phones/tablets
• Apple Books
• Google Play Books
• Nook
• Kobo
• Native e-readers on Apple and Android products
• Microsoft Surface and Tablets of all kinds
• iPads, iPods, iPhones
• Android phones and devices

How does it work?

1. Purchase AUTHOR-DIRECT
2. Follow the download link on the order confirmation page (links also sent by email)
3. ENJOY!

Here's what people are saying

❝ This is another hot and hilariously entertaining story in the leadup to another tough, tense battle in the brewing war to protect the World Tree. Seriously, I never thought I'd love a damn tree so much and "desire" is right.❞ ★★★★★ GR Review

❝ Sizzling chemistry, the character sketch swoon-worthy, the heat roaring and a complete adventure into the fantasy world, full of magic and mystery.❞ ★★★★★ GR Review

 

Enjoy a sample of Keeper of My Desire

Less than one full day after receiving her Task, Amadis strode out of the Mortalworld forest toward her accommodation, carrying three pieces of luggage filled with clothes India Jones, her contact in the Mortalworld, had provided.

Belar’s breath, this place—Australia, was it?—was so much more beautiful than she could have imagined. Silver-edged clouds floated in a stunning midday sky and reflected in the blue lake below. Two small dwellings nestled by the trees, and she walked past them to a tall building made of timber and glass.

Her lodging until the Task was complete.

Regripping her hold on the bags, she cast a quick glance up and down the porch. A driveway led from the lodge toward a road in the distance, but otherwise, it was just the buildings, the lake and the forest. Not another being in sight. Well, she had done as bid—found the most remote lodging possible.

An ornately carved sign hung on the front door “Welcome to Angel’s Lakeside Lodge.”

The hairs on the back of Amadis’s neck prickled.

Blowing out a steady breath, she eyed the sign once more before pushing the thick wooden door open. A fresh, tangy pine scent drifted toward her. It tangled in her nose, and a sneeze worked its way up and out.

“Hello?” Amadis called out.

The door opened wide, revealing a room with soaring ceilings and exposed timber beams. Great expanses of windows overlooked the lake beyond, and a polished timber handrail high above drew her eyes up to a second-story internal balcony. Several couches and chairs sat around a huge stone hearth, the chimney climbing up to the ceiling.

What a breathtaking space.

But she froze on the doorstep.

Come on, Amadis. The room was incredible. Exposed, raw, rough and yet somehow inviting. Who would have thought the Mortalworld would have such welcoming spaces? And surely, with all this openness, she could do this. Uh-uh, there was no question. She could do this. Amadis took a deep breath and moved one leg, then the other, into the room.

She’d done it! She’d taken the step inside. But as the door swooshed shut behind her, she tensed, ready to fight the urge to race outside. Except … nothing happened.

A sigh of relief escaped her. Thank Belar. Then she gave herself a mental kick. She was not weak. And being uncomfortable—some might even say scared—of small places was without question a weakness.

“Who are you?” A rough voice called from a darkened space beyond the remarkable room.

Amadis looked around. She was the only person there, so the comment had to be for her. “A guest?”

“You don’t have a booking.”

“Well, I think I do.” A spark of awareness sang through her. She stood a little straighter. “They made it—I—made it for A. Jones.”

A figure moved to follow the voice. Tall enough to fill the doorway, wide enough that at first glance, it appeared as if it was two beings, then it took a step into the light. Right then, the clouds shifted, and the sun shone through the highest window, casting a glow around the person—man.

Amadis jolted. It was the purest halo she’d ever seen.

“A. Jones?”

Amadis nodded, unable to make any other sound.

The man took another step, and the halo faded, deepened into a shadow as the clouds moved back over the sun. Instead, a very tall, intense man with a cap of short black hair stood before her. He wore denim leggings—jeans, India had called them—with a thick long-sleeved top. His deeply tanned face was hawkish with dark slashes of brows and carved granite cheeks. The only thing that tempered the fierce look was his generous mouth, set in a neutral curve.

Deadly. Dangerous. The words came to her in succession. Their absolute clarity had her instinctively reach back with her free hand to grasp one sword. But she caught herself just in time. This was a human—a mortal—what harm could he possibly pose to her?

She extended her arm in an awkward stretch in case the man queried her movement. But she needn’t have worried.

The man walked—more like stalked—to a desk near the door where she stood. He jerked the lid of a rectangular black case open, revealing a surface filled with buttons—a laptop she recalled, and he jabbed away at them. A moment later, he looked up, straight into her eyes.

An ocean of inky blue bore into her, and Amadis had to hold in a gasp at their glittering depths. Desire. This time the word came through slowly, languidly, rolling on a current of pulsing heat. She almost dropped the bags, had to shift one to her other hand to keep a hold.

“You put Mr. down as your title,” the hawkish man said and swiveled the laptop toward her.

His gaze dipped to her bags, and Amadis wet her lips, forced her attention to the screen. Text filled the screen. Sure enough, the letters “Mr.” preceded her name.

“See?” Hawkish continued.

“Yes, I can see that.” Amadis shot him a look. Why was he regarding her so intently? She surreptitiously checked out his eyes. No aura shone around his irises. At all. Nothing for truth and nothing for deceit. How odd. She could always see if someone was telling the truth or not.

“Right,” Hawkish said as he picked up a board with papers clipped onto it. He looked back at her for a moment and paused, then handed the papers to her. “Well, if you’d just sign against your name, and since you paid for the room up-front when you booked, you’re good to go.”

“Go where?”

The man stilled. With his massive height, he easily towered over her. However, given her father and most of her paternal Kin were of similar stature, his size did not faze her. But that current of warmth he’d sent through her set off an inner caution, like a warning beacon.

Though she didn’t move back. She was here on a mission. This was her chance to finally prove herself. She couldn’t afford to show any weakness, so she ignored the heat that poured off the man and looked at him, waiting for his response.

He looked directly back.

Amadis still couldn’t see his aura to know his truth, but she didn’t need any help to identify the look on his face. He was analyzing her. Belar’s breath, had she given herself away already?

Maybe she could change his direction of thought. “You have a beautiful place here, Mr. …”

“O’Connor.” The man took a step back, and his face relaxed. His voice was mild, inconsequential even, but she had the sense he was still looking, still considering her. “But call me Daniel. I’m the manager and owner here. And you’re my first official guest. So, what does the A stand for?”

Amadis considered his words. Combined with the normal tone he’d used, they seemed fine. But he still watched her. Were they meant to distract her, just as hers had been to him?

“My name is Amadis.”

“Amadis. Don’t think I’ve heard that before.”

“Oh.” Drat. Was her name really that uncommon? Amadis broke away from that perceptive gaze and looked around the room. Time for another conversation change. “When I first walked in, all this space, especially the beautiful timberwork, took my breath away.”

“Thanks.” Once again, Daniel just looked at her, but he turned away abruptly and looked around the space, too. Subtle pride crept over his expression before he glanced back at her. He nodded at the clipboard. “Once you’ve signed the form, would you like a tour, or I can just show you to your room?”

“My room?” Her heart jumped a beat. Did he mean this open, welcoming space wasn’t where she was staying?

“Yeah.” Daniel rubbed his jaw. “Where you’re sleeping. This is a bed-and-breakfast, not a hostel or anything like that.”

Amadis stared at the form he’d passed to her without seeing a thing. A prickling sensation crawled up her neck. Her shoulders stiffened. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. This was not happening. She gripped the pen hard and forced herself to read the form. Paperwork, Ammy. Focus on the paperwork. Finally, the prickles receded, and her name—A. Jones—stood out enough for her to recognize it. A box with the word “signature” beside her name. Easy enough.

Amadis signed her name, another first, and passed the form back. Holding her breath, she observed the man’s face for any sign of error on her part, but he just took the paperwork and tucked it away.

So she must have got that right. She bit back her sigh of relief. Now all she had to do was see where she was sleeping and not give herself away any further.

“Right, well, let me give you a hand with these.” As Daniel reached for the bags, his fingers brushed the back of hers, and an electrical current sizzled all the way through her.

“Fu—hell.” He jumped back.

Amadis dropped the luggage. What in all the worlds was that? Her pulse hammered, and she had to force herself to breathe evenly until it settled—a physiological reaction she’d not had since her early days of training.

“Whoa. Sorry about that. That’s some serious static electricity.” Daniel shook his fingers lightly.

Amadis blinked to dispel the moment of haze that his touch had caused and made herself nod.

“Let’s try that again.” Daniel turned away, picked up her bags with ease, and walked toward the stairs at the far end of the room. “Right, well, if you’d like to come with me.”

Amadis briefly closed her eyes. Thank you, Belar. She’d passed the first step.