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The Arcane

By Mur Rathbun

Series : Book

Heat Rating 2

Released 2011-04-08

Word Count 27778

Keywords demon, witch, paranormal, mur rathbun, erotica, m/f, prince, coven, throne

ISBN 978‐1‐926930‐01‐5

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Summoned to earth by a witch demon prince Adame must survive and return to his own world in time to battle for his throne...but that means leaving his witch behind.

Roseline hasn't had the best of luck with magick. When she accidentally summons a demon prince to earth, things spiral out of control. Her coven wants to banish him, his rival sends assassins to kill him, his brothers are hunting him, and she has to figure out how to send him back where he belongs in time to battle his sadistic cousin for the throne. The last thing she expects is to fall in love with him.

Adame, enraged at being summoned and enslaved by a witch just days before the tournament for the throne of the underworld, finds himself falling in love with the witch. Though he doesn't want to leave her, he knows he must. The fate of both planes hangs in the balance.

A sudden gust of wind whipped through the chamber, plunging it into darkness. Before anyone could do more than gasp, all the candles flared back to life, revealing a cloud of ash floating in the air. She tilted her head curiously when the ash settled on the ground in a specific pattern. "A dame?" she said with a puzzled frown and looked up toward the high priestess, hoping it made more sense to her. The high priestess stood frozen, staring past her with enormous eyes. As she spoke, a deep, growling voice rumbled through the room, vibrating across her skin, lighting her every nerve on fire.

"That's Ah-DAH-may!" She shivered, gasping at the unexpected sensation as the extremely pissed-off voice growled directly behind her.

She whirled around and looked up...and up...and up as a very large, very male, and very naked form uncoiled itself from the floor where it was crouched. She had to back up a couple of steps to take him all in. His long black hair, flowing around a magnificent pair of ram horns, flared around him as he rose. His six-and-a-half-foot-tall form was heavy with muscle, the bronzed skin marred by bleeding gashes in his shoulder and ribs. Her eyes widened even farther when a pair of large batlike wings unfurled behind him and swept around her, cutting her off from the rest of the coven. He advanced upon her, his rage so intense it warped the air around her.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he growled. Her hands came up automatically, trying to ward him off as she backed up until she reached the edge of the circle. And he kept coming.