He's lost everything... except
her
From beasty
man, bitter and lonely, Bruno diCesare's transformed by Melina’s love. Fire
destroyed his quarters, and everything
he loved. But his love for Melina is stronger. So strong, it threatens to blind
him to danger.
She's given up everything for
him...
Melina Weaver
also transforms—from shy, bumbling scientist... to student of magic... to
powerful fire mage. She has no money, no
job, nowhere to go--and she doesn't want to. Bruno is her life now, but his
world threatens to destroy them.
Their only
hope? To join with the rogue magicks and overthrow the Council's dictatorship.
If they survive the battle, will they be
able to create a new world for themselves?
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What
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Cursed was
a shockingly beautiful love story – Indy Book Fairy
This book
was awesome – The Jeep Diva
Cate
Masters did a fantastic job of writing in this novella. I was very impressed with how she was able to
create such vivid and beautiful scenes – Bitten by Romance
"...a
spellbinding tale of love, mystery, suspense and intrigue like no other.
These
books had me from the first chapter and I couldn't put them down. Paranormal
romance has met its match with these books and the history that is wound within
the story sets the tone for what the underside of Venice is for those of
magical persuasion." – Sarah Says Read Romance
I really
recommend this series. A bit of ole lore and set up in today's society really
makes this story ( series) wonderful!! – Julie’s Books Reviews
Excerpt
Light danced in his dark eyes. “I must admit, your fire dancing
fascinated me. What made you choose such a dangerous skill to master?”
“The thrill of the challenge, I suppose.” It balanced the rest of her
mundane life, to a degree. Mastering each new level gave her a sense of
achievement, where work couldn’t.
Something flashed through his dark eyes. “Mistakes must be very painful.”
“I practiced a long time before I worked up the nerve to actually light
the wands. I found the fire great incentive to focus, however.” God, her grin
must be goofy, the way he stared. Such gorgeous eyes, such a deep brown they
almost appeared black. He probably had rugged features, if his large hands
provided any indication. Too bad he wore gloves, another barrier between them.
“Yes,” he said, “I imagine so.”
“What about you? What other magic do you know?” Oh please, can you get
any more ridiculous? It sounded like a line from a bad chick flick.
The crinkle around his eyes was the only evidence of his smile, but
enough to charm her.
“Lifetimes of studying the dark arts have provided me with many tricks.”
“Lifetimes?” she blurted.
He stiffened in her arms. “Pardon?”
She watched him carefully. “You said ‘lifetimes’. Plural.” And what the
hell did he mean by ‘dark arts’?
Rigidity masked the grace of his movements. “I’m sure you’re mistaken.”
He stared over her head as they whirled to the song’s rhythm.
Mistaken my ass. How very strange. More strange that the question upset
him. He’d clammed up, and his muscles were so tense, she expected him to bolt.
Better to drop it. For now. “Must have been a slip of the tongue.”
“Yes.” Relief sounded in his tone, though guarded.
This man had something to hide. How intriguing.
