LOGINThree tests. Three gifts. Three men. Nyra thought her miserable life couldn’t get any worse. She didn’t expect a mysterious aunt to show up at her door with news that her birth mother had passed… leaving her a legacy she never knew existed. She really didn’t expect powers that could bend reality or to rule the hidden world of witches, sorcerers, enslaved werewolves, and the ghosts of long-extinct vampires. And she definitely didn’t expect three dangerously alluring men to challenge everything she thought she knew about love, trust, and lust. This is the story of Nyra… a survivor, a witch, and a queen of the legacy that had been cursed for centuries.
View More“I need to walk Milo,” I said as soon as I finished dinner. The rooms were all set, and Micah made the most delicious dinner for all of us. Micah had a shy, pleasing personality. Nate was friendly and loved to make jokes. And Noah… he made me feel like I should jump to his orders, not the other way around.Micah’s gentle voice followed. “Let me—”“No, thank you.” I didn’t let him finish. “I prefer walking him myself.”Noah’s gaze met mine. “In that case, let me accompany you.”“If you insist.” I smiled.Milo danced around at the word walk, not caring who came with, but I liked our bonding time. Still, I nodded, and he went upstairs to see if his suitcase had arrived from Elena yet. I took my coat from the front closet and buttoned up, grabbing Milo's leash and clipping it to his collar.By the time I had my gloves on, Noah came back down. Over his jeans and simple maroon sweater, he wore a dark cashmere coat that hung low and pointed out how broad his shoulders were. It was navy blue
Their eyes were stuck on me. Well, I did my best not to stare back at them… not yet. I tried to keep my eyes on Elena, but it was tough.The first stood tall as a pine. He was lean and sun-kissed with blond hair catching fire in the lamplight. His eyes were the green of new leaves after rain.Beside him was broad as an ancient oak. His auburn hair bound in a warrior’s tail, and his skin was pale as moonlight on marble. He had a hazel gaze. The third, he was shorter yet still at least six feet tall. He had black hair spilling like ink to his shoulders, and eyes burning cobalt above the shadow of a beard. Muscle corded his frame like a pirate forged for battle and seduction.I forced my gaze to Elena, though every instinct screamed to drink them in. “Anything else I should know?” I kept my voice steady.“Nyra,” Elena said, rising from her seat. She pointed to the blonde one, “This is Micah,” then she pointed toward the redhead, “Noah,” then at the black haired one, “and he’s Nate.”At
I anxiously paced the living room of the new house I bought. It was the last day of the week, and I knew Elena would be coming to see me anytime. I wasn't sure how I'd pass this test with all that I had done. And a legacy this good, I couldn’t afford lose it.Then the bell rang and I rushed to open the door. “Elena.” I greeted her. I was relieved and nervous to see her. “Please, come inside.”She scanned the area as I led her toward the living room. A silver tray gleamed on the coffee table, adorned with a steaming teapot and a scattering of delicate vanilla cakes from the corner bakery. Milo barreled in from the yard, through the doggie door. His paws skidded on the hardwood as he claimed her with eager sniffs.“Down, boy,” I firmly said.Elena’s lips curved in a smile. “This is far more welcoming than last time.” She sank onto the sofa. She cooed at Milo, scratching his chin until he melted into a puddle of fur at her feet.“Tea?” I offered, already reaching for the pot.“Honey and
"Nyra, you look good."Elena was at my doorstep again. I was half expecting her. A week had passed, and it was quite strange… in a good way. I’d shaped my body until I was like a pin-up. I made my skin a little less pale, my hair golden blonde, and made the green of my eyes brighter. I couldn't say why, but I kept my freckles. When I was done, I had firm skin, a body for sin, and beauty that was just perfect. Yet somehow, I was still me, just an idealized version. “Please, come inside.” I invited her. Milo’s tail thumped a joyful rhythm against the floorboards as Elena stepped inside. She bent and threaded her fingers through his fur, then straightened. Her gaze swept the room before landing on me.“Are you immortal?” She asked.My heart stuttered. “What? No.” The word cracked like ice. “It’s a curse. Why would I want that?”She sank onto the sofa and adjusted herself. “Good. The magic you had couldn’t grant it anyway.” She paused for a moment and then continued. “And did you steal
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