Misaki is having a difficult time. She's lost her husband to a murderer. In the land of Humania, where faires, trolls, pixies, and humans intermingle in the urban metropolis, Misaki is tucked blissfully away in the Osir Providence--until today.
Shattered by grief, she’s discovered draped over Otieno. Accused, shunned, and labeled a murderer, Misaki must find out who really did kill her husband or join him in the after life.
There's hope--Kenton Kingsley, a Royal Investigative Knight arrives to investigate her husband's murder, Misaki must convince him that she didn't kill her love, or be hanged. One thing Misaki knows for certain--someone killed her husband and she's in danger. Far away in the cold providence of Osir, blood runs cold beneath the icy landscape and the hush of snowfall muffles the cries of murder and betrayal. Kanton and Misaki are soon swept up in a tale of greed, power, and conspiracy centered around an ancient poem. One which speaks of a lost scion, and the sole heir to the Dark Elves’ throne.
Facts about Misaki:
1. She works for one of the powerful lords in all of Humania.
2. She's very good and negotiations.
3. She's been told of a prophecy, of a lost scion, that will return and rule the Dark Elves' throne.
Excerpt from The Onyx Scion:
“Misaki?” Kanton said somberly,
pushing her cautiously back. “Misaki?”
It
was her name, a plain name that meant beauty
in pixie language, but as she heard it on Kanton’s tongue, it struck her as
sultry and sexy, bringing with it a thirst to taste him.
But
she swallowed it back down into her burning throat. Tears rose up quickly to
replace those she had shed.
“Yes?”
she said and sat back, tucking her hair behind her ears and unable to look him
in the eyes, stared at her table. “I’m done, I guess.”
Kanton
placed the reed on the table, next to his empty mug.
“Yeah,
I guess you are. Now look at me,” Kanton said, something heavy and huge in his
voice sent shudders through Misaki.
Taking
in a steadying breath, she tried to cool her raging emotions.
I
can’t look at him. If I do, I—I don’t know what will happen. My body’s bursting
with fire from his touch, and his voice seduces me unlike anyone, even Otieno.
Goddess this is not a good time, my emotions are a muddled mass! But, but if
his eyes are mirrors of my own, I might, I might…
Misaki
couldn’t think any further.
“Please,
Misaki,” Kanton said tenderly. He touched her cheek and guided it so that she
was soon staring into his face. “Is that so bad?”
“No,”
she croaked, breathing hard as she fought the desire threatening to leak over
her. This man wanted her in the dungeon, and would soon place her back at the
Lords Manor. “No, not at all.”
Even
to her, she sounded winded and very, very nervous.
“Do
you fear me, Misaki? Is that why you fled today?” Kanton asked.
And
with the tremble in his voice, Misaki met his eyes at last. Buried there was
something painful, twisted and horribly unsettling—a fiery blaze of longing.
But
for what?
“No,
I—I ran because I couldn’t stand another moment in the Lords’ Manor,” she said,
blushing, her cheeks flaming from his fierce gaze. “Okay, and a little bit of
you.”
Kanton’s
face fell.
“No,
no, not fearful of you! But more of the idea of what you would do to me!”
Misaki added, trying to stop the crestfallen look on his face from becoming
permanent. Even that explanation didn’t sound quite right either.
“It
is difficult to put into words.”
“Misaki,”
Kanton said, his hands on her arms. “I would never hurt you, or bring you to
harm, so don’t, please, don’t fear me.”
His
hand glided up her sleeves and on to her face, where his thick fingers caressed
her face, his breath labored as it left his mouth. Misaki peeked downward and
the bulge pressing against Kanton’s pants told her that she wasn’t alone in her
thirst.
He
hungered for her as well.
She
couldn’t stop herself from watching the generous lump, pat impatiently against
Kanton’s pants as if begging her to release it. Soon, her own nodule beat in
time to Kanton’s pulsating package.
“Misaki,”
he whispered, and drew her close to him, his lips parted, his eyes all for her.
They closed as his mouth opened.
Perhaps
it was the candles that turned the bungalow into a cozy room of romance, or the
fact that he made her tea. Maybe it was the tea itself—not everything was known
about fairy feather tea.
Misaki
didn’t know, but she burst forward, grabbing a handful of his dreadlocks and
pulling him into her, crushing his lips beneath hers, running her tongue
throughout his mouth, rapidly exploring, tasting, and feeling her body surge
upward to him, pressing hard against his, straining to touch him.
“Oh,
Misaki,” he mumbled, giving into her, falling backwards on the sofa, sliding
down until she was positioned on top of him.
She
hiked her gown nearly up to her waist. She felt his stiff cock beat against her
thigh, as if reminding her of its presence. Oh, she bent down and sucked
another ravaging kiss from his lips, as if it was a potent potion that had been
drunk hastily and without pause.
His
hands, those wide, large hands, were on her back, stroking it with long sweeps
from her lower back, up to her neck, and down again. As each hand made its
alternating pass, Misaki arched, throwing her breasts into his face, the
heightened tips of her nipples pointing through the thin fabric like tent
poles.
“Take
me, Kanton,” she whispered breathlessly into the hot air.
Oh, please, sweet surrender, take me to
blissful loving! Misaki prayed, but then she felt Kanton freeze beneath
her.
His
hands stopped and he scooted upward, pushing Misaki back, away from him.
“What’s
wrong?” she asked, though she knew she hadn’t wanted to go through with it. It
felt wrong to betray Otieno with this man. She’d only just met him. “Kanton?”
“It’s
not me you want,” he breathed, getting up to stand by the fire. “You, you are
confused, lonely, perhaps, but I won’t take advantage of you like this.”
Annoyance
flashed in Misaki’s heart. “I’m a woman of age, Kanton. I can decide who my bed
partners should be!”
Kanton
shook his head. “I’m not arguing you that point, but Misaki, your husband’s
been dead only just a day prior. You’re emotionally unstable, you miss him. I’m
a man, and, and, you might be wanting comfort, not, not…”
Misaki
got up from the sofa.
“Are
you saying you don’t want me? That I’m damaged goods?” she realized that she
was yelling at him. Though the annoyance she felt was at herself. Mixed in
there was a little shame and a giant dollop of guilt.
“No!”
Kanton said, his hands in his hair in frustration. “Don’t you see?”
How
many times had she seen Otieno do the very same thing?
“Goddess
no,” he added, looking at her with wild eyes filled with shame and probably a
bit of confusion. He spread his arms out and said, “I want you more than I can
even utter into words, Misaki. But look at me, Misaki, down at me. Do you
believe I want you?”
She
did, and she saw the huge knot of tangled desire push against his pants. His
exquisite endowment made her wish for and wet all over again.
“Come
here,” she said slowly, her voice thick with thirst. “Kanton…”
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