She is armed with a power she cannot control and defeated by a love she cannot know.
In this second novel in The Valhalla Skies Saga, Ana Lee Kennedy returns to her magical world of Dragons and Vikings.
When Man and Fae are threatened by the Thorn or Ebon, the goddess Raya sends Ember, a Daughter of Trinity, upon a quest to find and defeat it. Happy to escape the palace walls and anticipating new lovers, Ember embarks on her journey. However, when she meets Sarenkesh, a Gloaming Elf, her power finally manifests. She soon realizes her magic will kill him and is forced to keep her distance from the only man she's ever loved.
In a battle high above the world, Ember draws upon the power of love to fight evil. Tricked by a deity and forced to be a slave to carnal passions, she’s faced with a choice--sacrifice herself for Sarenkesh and the welfare of others, or remain enslaved by a master of fleshly pleasure.
Be sure to read Seduced by the King, Volume One in the Valhalla Skies Saga.
"Princess Ember?" he asked.
The musical quality of his voice washed over her in waves of sensuality. Gloaming Elves chose seclusion, their land in a deep valley where the sun seldom penetrated, but unlike the constant twilight of their realm, Ember couldn't shake the knowledge that Gloaming Elves were also known for their ability to seduce and captivate. Sir Greensleeve's dark, penetrating gaze wandered over her face and dipped to the swell of her bosom. Lust raced through her.
"Aye," said Ember. She swallowed hard, willing her lust to abate. Oh, how his ebony eyes and pale hair looked both odd and riveting. Heat mounted in her pussy, and she tried hard not to squirm on her chair. "I am the oldest of the daughters."
"It is a pleasure to finally meet a Daughter of Trinity." His voice swirled around Ember, caressed her ears, and soothed each nervous thought within her mind.
"The pleasure is all mine, fine sir." Heat flooded her face. She hadn't meant her reply to sound so…so desirous. Can he sense my thoughts? Anger replaced her shame. No male, whether Man or Fae, had ever been able to fluster her, so why was he any different? Only those who let their guard down allowed a Gloaming Elf to influence their emotions and physical needs. She lifted her chin and added, "Perhaps you should introduce yourself to my sisters. They are more delicate than I."
