Title: Claimed by the Zyndevine (Bayou Magiste Chronicles Book 4)
Author: Gianna Simone
Genre: Erotic Historical / Paranormal
In 13th century France, attacked by those carrying out the
Papal Inquisition, Magiste
Enchantress Chantal Belliveau is thankful for rescue from certain torture and
death. But she never expected it to be at the hands of Henri Marchand, one of a
powerful pureblooded line of ancient Magiste,
the Zyndevines. Henri holds the key to her survival, but the danger he poses to
her heart and soul could turn out to be even more perilous.
Henri is part of Il Resistasse,
a handful of powerful Magiste
fighting the atrocities the Catholic Church inflicts on their race. Saving
Chantal becomes more than a simple rescue - the innocent young woman with
half-trained powers enchants him more than he has ever been before. That she
enjoys the dark side of pleasure he inflicts on her makes him question his
determination to never give another his heart.
Chantal is horrified when Henri invokes an ancient spell, the Possede Puissant. The incantation leaves
her little more than his possession. While she finds herself enjoying his dark
and wicked sensual delights, she determines to free herself. Still, the
security she finds with Henri encourages her to stay by his side, claiming
spell or not.
Resentment toward her from Henri's family convinces Chantal she must
ultimately break free of Henri's possession. But when the Inquisitioners
attack, Henri convinces Chantal to embark on a journey to a new land, a journey
that may well mean the survival of the entire Magiste race but the loss of her freedom forever.
** Contains lots of graphic Magically Kinky!
love scenes of the paranormal kind, including magical sex toys, potions,
bondage and spanking, and more!
Author Bio
I'm a proud born-and-bred Jersey Girl with Brooklyn roots. And I still
live where it all started - I married my very own alpha male many eons ago, and
until recently, was a full-time working mom to two school-age children. Still
the mom – no longer the FT worker. Even so, due to a daughter heading off to
college and a son who plays travel ice hockey, free time still remains a
luxury. I spend the bulk of what time I manage to scrounge up lost in the
worlds of my own making. I love to read and write hot, sexy and emotional
stories about people both glamorous and not-so-glamorous. And some of my
characters are even downright un-heroic, which is part of what makes them so
interestingly sexy, in my opinion!
On the rare occasions I'm not taking advantage of that valuable free
time by writing, you can catch me playing in my other favorite twisted
historical worlds of Sleepy Hollow, Reign and the History Channel's Vikings.
I'm also a huge fan of Harry Potter, Highlander, Charmed, and DragonBall Z! Yeah,
that's a strange combo of fandoms, but each one features some of the sexiest
villains ever. Did I mention I love villains? Funny how so many of them inspire
the (anti) heroes in my books. And let's not forget my beloved NY Rangers.
Personally, I find hockey players to be the real men of sports - and of course,
I'm partial to the bad boys who aren't afraid to stand up and take out their
opponents!
Twitter:
@Gianna_Simone
Links
Author Page at
Publisher site: https://sizzlereditions.com/our-authors/s/gianna-simones-sizzler-editions-ebooks/
Book Excerpts
Excerpt
1
Near
Toulouse, France 1255
Henri adjusted his cloak, striding quickly
toward the stables, thumb turning the ring on his left hand in a nervous
motion. The stone, set in nearly pure
gold mined from the caves near Limoges, warmed.
He took a deep breath, teeth grinding in anger. He had little time to reach his destination,
and waited impatiently as the groom finished saddling his horse. If he made it in time, he'd need the animal
to help with the task that lay ahead.
Word had come that a family near Toulouse had
been targeted by the Inquisitioners.
Each passing second seemed somehow a waste, spurring his impatience, the
message arriving only minutes before. In
his mad rush to reach the stables, he'd avoided his parents, knowing they would
disapprove of his actions. While Edouard
and Marie Marchand preferred dealing with the minions of the Church using dark
arts, Henri feared such measures only served to increase the rabid urges of men
who held power and hungered for more.
While he appreciated the use of sinister magic to bring his enemies to
their knees, the brutality of the Inquisitioners far exceeded anything he'd
witnessed from the Magiste.
Today's victims were a minor noble family of Magiste.
They'd lived peacefully for centuries on their land, alongside their
neighbors. What had changed to turn the
evil eye of the Inquisition toward them?
The question lingered and he finally accepted the reins of his horse
from the stable boy. Thunder rumbled
overhead. Henri mounted. Closing his eyes, he clenched his fist, the
ring near scalding.
"Portalus."
Beneath him, the horse pranced as the
compression of the traveling spell took effect, sending Henri and the animal
through distance and time. When the
pressure eased, Henri found himself in the middle of a lush forest, damp with a
recent rain. To his right, shouts
sounded, and he wheeled the horse around.
Beyond the tree line, fire illuminated the night. Henri's heart sank to see flames erupting
from the windows of a large farmhouse.
Even from this distance, he could hear the screams of those trapped
inside. Merde! Too late!
Smoke quickly wafted toward the forests, the
acrid stench burning his eyes. A flurry
of movement in the brush nearby drew his attention. He dismounted and fastened the horse's reins
to a tree. He held his hands above the
animal's back.
"Cachevois."
His ring warmed and the horse vanished from
view, concealed by the spell. No Mortals
would find his mount. Henri stood
motionless for a few moments. While the
shouts of the Inquisitioners echoed around him. He ignored them, concentrating
on the immediate area.
The tingling awareness of someone else
possessing magic grew stronger to his right.
He turned, his ring warming further and leading him closer to the source
of power. Another rustle of foliage,
this time accompanied by a choked sob.
The flash of movement almost eluded him, but he headed in the same
direction. His ring grew hotter and
hotter, nearly scorching his skin.
There, up ahead. A woman ran, her
long fiery hair catching on low-lying branches.
He picked up his own pace, desperate to reach her before the
Inquisitioners. He just about came even
with her when she stumbled and fell, more sobs and gasping breaths reaching his
ears, even over the din of chaos at the edge of the forest.
Aware of two of the Inquisitioners closing in,
Henri hurried to the fallen woman as she struggled to rise. He held out a hand.
"Come with me!"
She froze, a shriek escaping before she
scrambled away from him. Damn, she
thought he was one of them.
"If you want to live, come with me
now!"
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