Realm of Midnight: A Limited Edition Fantasy and Paranormal Collection
Publication date: October 17th 2023
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance
At the stroke of midnight, creatures of the realm come out to prowl.
Beyond the witching hour, darkness and light collide in this limited edition paranormal and fantasy romance collection. These sweet to spicy stories will sweep you off your feet and sate your fantasy cravings. Gods, shifters, fated mates, enemies-to-lovers, alpha heroes, angels, demons, and so much more.
Gargoyles watch silently over the realm where alpha shifters hunt, mighty dragons soar, dark fae wreak havoc, and powerful witches own the night. Enjoy numerous full-length novels, filled with paranormal creatures and fantasy romance. Heart-stopping heroes and alluring anti-heroes rule the land of midnight.
You won’t find these exclusive novels anywhere else, so don’t miss your chance. These USA Today and international bestselling authors as well as up and coming authors bring you more than 10,000 pages at less than a dime per book. This collection is a steal, but it will only be available for a limited time. Don’t miss your chance to enter the Realm of Midnight.
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Excerpt from A Crimson Fate by CM Haines
Brinley gasped as Gabriel all but slammed her into the bookcase. An unlit candle toppled over
and some of the trinkets shook. He stood at her back, holding one arm behind her while his other
hand encircled her throat. She’d dropped the letter opener immediately as pain ricocheted
through her wrist. Leaning in, he said near her ear, “Try that again, and I’ll rip your heart out,
bijou.”
“No, you won’t,” she said through a clenched jaw. “You need me, remember?”
His fingers tightened around her neck. Not cutting off her air, but with enough pressure to
remind her of his strength. It no longer scared her though. She’d seen behind the façade and
knew how desperate he was. Despite his threats, she knew he wouldn’t kill her. But that didn’t
mean he couldn’t inflict harm.
Except, when he growled low under his breath, it didn’t send any sort of fear through her. It
reverberated through her, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine, and her body reacted
before she realized what she was doing. Arching her back, she pressed into him.
The tension in the air shifted in an instant. He stepped closer, releasing her arm to wrap his
hand around her abdomen and hold her against him. “You’re playing with fire, little girl.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, her heart racing. She had no doubt he could hear it pounding away
inside her chest. The hand on her stomach inched upward, as if responding to her thoughts.
She pushed back into him more, feeling his own response. It wasn’t only her being affected
by whatever pull this was. Whatever this heat was between them. She had done everything in her
power to ignore it, but the line between hate and lust was so blurred that she couldn’t tell where
one emotion ended and the other began. Despite being injured and unconscious, the way he
looked in nothing but his undergarments while lying in the street a few days ago was still burned
into her memory. The way it felt to be held against that firm chest, even as she flitted in and out
of sleep.
The way he’d looked at her in his shirt that night after helping her out of the bath… where
he’d sat beside her, holding her hand.
His chest rumbled against her back as he bent to nip at her ear.
“I can smell your desire,” he said, slowly grinding his hips into hers.
She wanted to say something snarky in return about being able to feel his, but she couldn’t
get the words out. Swallowing, she barely managed to whisper, “I hate you.”
“Not so sure I believe you anymore.”
“I do.” She wasn’t sure if she said it for him or herself.
His breath brushed over her ear. “But you still want this.”
It wasn’t a question, but her body shuddered, screaming, yes. Even as her mind and heart
shouted, no. She knew this was a horrible idea, knew it betrayed everything she was ever taught.
But she was so tired of fighting it.
“Brinley.”
A breath escaped her lips. He never used her name. It was always bijou. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he demanded.
“I want this.”
This time, his growl was in approval. But she could have sworn there was some relief in
there too. Her eyes snapped open. When had she started being able to tell the difference, the
meanings of his nonverbal communication?
Before she could think too much on it, Gabriel asked, “How attached to this dress are you?”
She almost laughed. “Like you care?”
He released her throat, sliding both hands to the nape of her neck. In a moment of strange
gentleness, he gathered her long curls and pushed them over one shoulder. The move surprised
her, the way his fingers caressed her skin in the process.
But then, she heard the rip. She felt the air kiss the top of her back, and she suppressed a
shiver. Closing her eyes again, she braced her hands on the shelves in front of her and inhaled
slowly.
GIVEAWAY!
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