Keeper Of My Heart, Book 2 The Immortal Keepers eBook

Winner: Romance Writers of Australia First Kiss Competition 2021

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

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Deepest fears. Deadly desire. Courage over control.

When Sim Morris follows her intuition and moves to a sleepy country town, she expects to find a safe community to raise her young daughter in. Except it turns out the locals, like detective irresistible with the piercing gaze, have a deadly secret.

Dangerous and powerful, Nate Jones is a witch by birth, a police detective by choice, and for years he's resisted the call of the World Tree to become an Immortal Keeper. Everything he wants is right here in his home town already - including the town's newest publican, even though she's hellbent on keeping him in the friend zone.

But when Nate and Sim's deepest fears come true, and their sizzling chemistry ignites, what will they sacrifice to save everything—and everyone—they love?

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Author's note: Content warning for explicit language, adult themes and scenes, and child abduction. If you love reading angsty romance, high stakes, even higher steam and a world filled with witchy magic, then this series is for you.

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❝ I could not turn the pages fast enough in this second instalment of the Immortal Keepers.❞

❝ I love how this world evolves with each book, revealing itself to us mere mortals. Witches and Keepers, Angels and Devils - this book has it all.❞

 Warning: Spoilers ahead! Do not read until you've read Book 1 The Last Keeper!

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Enjoy a sample of Keeper of My Heart

Nate sighed and dug into his jacket, pulled out his mobile phone. He’d had it on silent during court, but the screen showed several text messages. He thumbed through them as he loosened his tie with the other hand. He was out of court now, so the neck-choker could go. Hallelujah.

A message about Sim caught his attention. What the fuck? He grabbed his jacket and raced out of the office.

“Nate, where are you … your coffee!” Kat called out from her workstation.

“Heading out. I’ll call in later.”

He broke into a run and rounded the corner to the car park. Barreled into a young woman. She rebounded off him, and he snagged her arm and stopped her from completely smacking into the ground.

Nate cursed under his breath and helped her back to her feet. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

A pale face surrounded by masses of golden blond hair turned to him. Early twenties, aqua-hued eyes. She shook her head, and her baby blues widened. “No, not hurt. Just surprised.”

“If you’re okay, please excuse me, I’ve got something urgent to attend to.”

“Of course, no harm done.” The woman waved one hand. “Don’t let me stop you.”

It took a whole three minutes to drive to the hotel. What the fuck spun over and over in his mind, matching every spin of his wheels.

The foyer of the hotel, with its old timber and wide corridor, was quiet. Nate ducked his head into the public bar. He eyed the locals spread through the room. Nothing looked untoward.

Frank was pouring a beer from the taps, and Nate caught his eye. The older man gave a short jerk of his chin, darted his eyes up. Nate took the stairs at a run all the way to the dim landing on the second floor.

The door to the residence was closed, so he knocked once, pushed it open—walked into a wall of tension. Sim, June, India and Nan sat around Sim’s dining table. Three of them looked up; only June kept her gaze locked on the window.

It always amazed him how the craft flowed from a witch without any conscious will. He knew Sim had some low form of power. Tara was definitely a witch. Even Sim’s mother, June, had the remnants of the craft.

Now, the air vibrated with the varying levels of power in the room.

Sim’s braid was undone, and a firestorm of hair framed her face. Her normally creamy skin had a pallor he’d only seen once before.

“What’s going on?” Nate asked.

No one answered.

Then something different registered—from the magic that roiled around the room. There were three full-strength witchcrafts. He opened up his own. The magics in the room were tactile, identifiable by the rub against his own. Brail for witches.

Nan’s magic had been within him his entire life; its force and depth as recognizable as her face, as was his cousin India’s.

But a new presence ran with them. Strong. It teased at his magic, but he couldn’t place it, not at first.

He frowned. This witchcraft was velvety, warm. Inviting. His magic rose to meet it—magic always met magic. Then his gut tightened. His gaze flew to Sim.

“What the fuck—”

“Nate.” Nan frowned.

“Sorry.” But he didn’t take his eyes off Sim, even as he stumbled back, hitting the couch. “Someone needs to explain what’s going on. Now.” He blew out a low breath, met Sim’s gaze. “Why is your witchcraft hitting me?”

“I don’t know, Nate.” Sim scowled. Color flooded her cheeks. “But how about why didn’t anyone tell me I was a witch before now?”