Lady X

Royals were the most magically potent of all Fae and therefore the most dangerous, and this one was the hottest Fae she had ever seen. She was mesmerized by the way his long, thick, flaxen hair blew in the wind all about his handsome face. She was so damned taken by his good looks and his smokin’ body. Oh, this was not good. There was only one thing to do …

She took off at a speed, even greater than the one she knew she possessed, aware that it was probably useless. No matter how fast she could run using her Fios magic, she couldn’t out distance him. He was a Fae, with the power to ‘shift’, which allowed a Fae to step from one place into another in only a matter of seconds. She didn’t know if that was science or magic, but she knew she would be trapped.

Fae seers had many extraordinary gifts. However, not all Fios had the same gifts. One of her particular gifts was speed. She held the hope that she would hold no interest for him and he would not bother himself to stop her. Wrong.

Evidently, stopping her was what he wanted to do.

She ran into a brick wall that she realized was his chest, bounced off like a rubber ball, and fell backwards so hard she had the wind knocked out of her.

The Royal Fae Prince stared down at her as she lay back against the grass trying to catch her breath and asked, “What, by Danu, are you?”

And Claudy Conn’s Spellbound-Legend--An excerpt.

How often did a girl get to flirt with a Fae prince and have a hunk looking on?

HERE WAS HER very own royal Fae, in all his human Glamour. His silver eyes were bright and his demeanor possessive as he swept through the room to come right up to take her hand and put it to his lips. Softly he whispered as he brought his eyes down to hers, “My Lia.”

She was enchanted by the way he spoke to her, as though no other woman in the world held his interest. His manner could waken lust in a ninety-year-old woman who had forgotten romance long ago. He was the thing of dreams for all women. Breslyn fit the hero bill—if you discounted that he was a male Fae, of another race, and an immortal race at that.

She twinkled at her prince, and he chuckled. They made a happy sound together, but it made Julian’s mood turn blacker. He stared at Maxie, who caught his look with some surprise. Why is Mr. Broody glaring at me?

She ignored him and said by way of introduction, “This is Breslyn, Royal Prince of Dagda.” Max nodded towards Talbot. “And this is our host, his lordship, Julian Talbot.” She stared at Julian, who was busy glaring at the prince.

The prince spoke softly enough to make her look at his delicious mouth. “Aye then, Lia, his lordship and I have already met.”

There was an undercurrent that she couldn’t help but feel. What? And then she realized they must have met in Faery and had perhaps not struck up the best of friendships. She could only hazard a guess as to the why.

“Yes, indeed. We met briefly while I was being brought up to date.” Julian inclined his head at the prince.

The prince took Maxie’s glass of wine from her without lifting his silver eyes away from hers. He sipped from her glass, and when he gave it back to her, he made sure she held it so her lips would touch where his lips had been. It was bold, and it was infinitely sexy. Maxie didn’t ordinarily allow guys to get away with stuff like that, but she thought as she bit her bottom lip, These are not ordinary circumstances, and Breslyn is no ordinary guy!

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Flirting was good, she excused herself. Flirting was fun. How often did a girl get to flirt with a Fae prince and have a hunk looking on?

She downed her glass of wine.