Blurb: Two-hundred-year-old Daegan Blackwell is one of the last remaining Empowered, an ancient magical race. Daegan’s duty is to lead and protect his remaining Brethren in the coming war foretold by prophecy. The last thing he expects is to meet the one woman who will either save or destroy him—his destined mate.
Fiercely independent Realtor Olivia Farrell believes darkly handsome Daegan is simply a prospective client. Until she’s attacked by a man with a strange aura—and Daegan fights him off, taking away her pain with just his touch. At first, Olivia refuses to believe she’s part of a magical race, yet mounting evidence and her powerful chemistry with Daegan are too strong to deny.
But as Daegan’s partner, Olivia becomes a target in the battle between good and evil that threatens her life, as well as the very existence of the Empowered. And the only one who can save her is the man claiming to be her destiny…
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Liv gasped in a breath as her constricted throat opened up again. Sweet, cool air rushed into her aching lungs. The headache remained a crushing vise around her head. She couldn’t see. Was going to pass out. The pain was hideous, worse than it had ever been. She couldn’t stand it. Just wanted it to end. Distantly she heard the sound of fists thudding against flesh, Aaron’s outraged cries.
Then a sudden, deafening silence.
“Olivia?” Daegan’s voice.
A moment later her door jerked open, despite that she hadn’t unlocked it. Daegan cursed and reached for her. The instant he touched her, the pain seemed to lessen. His scent enveloped her, filling her burning lungs.
In the distance she faintly heard a car speeding away over the gravel. Aaron leaving. She shuddered in relief.
“Olivia, look at me, love.”
The endearment, the slight Irish lilt in his voice soothed her enough to unlock her frozen muscles. She took an unsteady breath and turned her head toward him, reaching out blindly. Still on his knees, he gathered her up in his arms and lifted her out of the car, settling her onto his lap. She clung to him, fingers digging into his muscled shoulders.
“You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He held her close, his arms strong and warm around her.
Safe. She was safe now. Daegan wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
She shook in his embrace while the pain slowly faded to a more tolerable level. When it decreased enough for her to open her eyes, she found him staring down at her with a worried frown. His large hands cradled her head. The awful pounding subsided but a fuzzy blue aura remained around him, almost the same shade as his eyes. She blinked, but it didn’t go away. There was something wrong with her.
“Breathe, love,” he said softly.
She pulled in a few slow breaths, fighting back tears of pain and confusion. Her fingers dug into his hard shoulders. “Daegan…what’s happening to me?”