Thief of Light
A luminous new erotic fantasy romance from the author of The Flame and the Shadow.Dear Reader,
In the subtropical city of Caracole, Erik the Golden is widely known as irresistible—his Voice an instrument of incredible pleasure. But the Voice is a curse as much as a blessing, for once Erik used it to steal a soul, and now he must pay.
Pruella Takimori McGuire is the business manager for the beautiful courtesans of the Garden of Nocturnal Delights. She deals in numbers, not Magick, and when Erik turns his charms in her direction, she sees only vanity, not a golden gift. If Erik cannot use his power to win Prue’s heart, how can he truly possess her?
And all the while, a far darker power corrupts the foundations of Caracole—the Necromancer, who feasts on souls. When the Necromancer’s hired assassin kidnaps Prue, Erik must harness his air Magick to recover the woman he has come to love more than life itself.
My favourite instrument is the human voice. Speaking, singing, reading, laughing—whatever.
I'm intrigued by telephone conversations, the way we communicate without the added dimension of body language. Even if it's a telemarketer, my intuition is running wild, trying to imagine what the person on the other end looks like, what they're wearing, feeling, thinking. I love regional accents, salty slang, bass baritones and interesting intonations.
Your voice is such an integral part of the person you are. Think about it—whether it's a husky contralto, a southern drawl, a teasing brogue or a tinkling falsetto—your voice presents you to the world.
A deep velvet baritone reduces me to a hormonal puddle. I'm in awe of Stephen Fry's artistry in the [British version of the] Harry Potter audiobooks, while Alan Rickman could read me the phone book as a bedtime story.
So I couldn't help but wonder: What if a man's voice were a gift bestowed by the gods, so beguiling no one could resist it? What would he do with such fantastic power? How would it affect his personality, especially his moral character?
Enter Erik Thorensen. On the outside, big, blond and oh-so-charming—but inside, a man fighting a grim battle against constant temptation. His Voice is an instrument of incredible pleasure, the stroke of velvet on bare skin. But the gods' gift is a curse as much as a blessing, for once Erik used it to steal a soul, and now he must pay.
Prue is the business manager for the beautiful courtesans of the Garden of Nocturnal Delights. She deals in numbers, not Magick, and when Erik turns his charms in her direction, she sees only a performer's vanity. How is it she can resist what others can't? She's either a torment devised by the gods to drive him mad—or Erik's last hope of salvation.
Some desires are impossible to resist...
I do hope you enjoy Erik and Prue's story.
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