Uber Gothic

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Morgan Hawke

ISBN :978-1-4874-4336-8

Page :277

Word Count :80000

Publication Date :2025-06-14

Series : #

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Category : Erotic Romance , Fantasy Romance , What's New

BrandsExtasy Books
Product Code: 978-1-4874-4336-8

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Sygni Darkheart is an Industrial Sorceress who cleans up corporate-level magical messes. Galen Raveneye is a brutally handsome Native-American vampire in serious trouble. The diabolical sorcerer who raised Galen from a corpse also cursed him to revert to being a corpse should Galen even hint at the sorcerer’s identity.

Fixing messes is what Sygni does, so she takes the handsome vampire home to her penthouse apartment, intending to remove the curse from Galen and keep him alive, so to speak. Unfortunately, fixing Galen’s mess only leads to even greater problems…

Galen’s sorcerer plans to mass-produce vampires and werewolves for sale, however, Galen is the Sorcerer’s only successfully risen vampire, and he wants Galen back. On the other hand, the sorcerer doesn’t seem to be having any problems at all making werewolves.

Sygni found her quarry in the upper gallery standing before the window he had originally entered. He was facing inward with his arms outstretched between two of the big support pillars. The magic had solidified to appear as chains clasped tight around his powerful wrists, holding him fast between the pillars. Apparently he had felt the spell activate, because his inhuman speed had allowed him to turn around before the spell had fully ensnared him.

He jerked back and forth in an attempt to break free, his jacket ripping under the bunching muscles of his shoulders. “Son of a bitch!”

Sygni winced. He was obviously very strong, but her spells could hold demons. “Don’t pull too much, you’ll only hurt yourself.”

His head jerked up and he glared at her. His black eyes were hot with fury, but he stopped pulling at the chains. His voice rasped around overlong incisors. “Did you do this?”

Sygni nodded. “I’m afraid so.” She couldn’t stop looking at him. By Hel, he was handsome, fangs notwithstanding. Even in anger he moved with a feral, muscular grace.

He clenched his hands into fists. “Let me go.”

Sygni snorted. “Let you go? But I just caught you.”

He tightened his jaw. “So now what?”

Sygni tilted her head. Good question. Now that she had him, what should she do with him? How about a little interrogation? “What’s your name?”

He lifted his chin. “What’s yours?”

She dropped her cigarette and squashed it with her toe. “I’m Sygni.”

His brows shot up. “I don’t think I’ve heard that one before.”

Sygni shrugged. “Mom had a thing for Norse myths.”

“Well, Sygni, I’m Galen.” He smiled with all the power his sheer rugged good looks could deliver. “And you look good enough to eat.”

Sygni swallowed as her nipples tingled in flagrant interest. Hel’s tits, what a smile! “Thanks, Galen, so do you.”

“Really?” Galen licked his lips. “Then how about you letting me loose so we can do something far more interesting than yap?”

Sygni raised a cool brow. “Love to, but first I think a few answers are in order, handsome.”

Galen’s smile broadened. “So, you think I’m handsome?”

“Sure.” Sygni curled her lip. “In a brawny, sweaty, animalistic kinda way.”

Galen snorted. “Close, but not quite right.” He smiled, flashing the full length of his fangs. “Do you have any idea what I am?”

Sygni pursed her lips. “Well, you’re not human.”

He nodded slowly. “You got that right, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll let me go before I lose my temper.”

Sygni opened her eyes wide, clasping her hands together in mock fear. “Goodness, whatever will you do to me?”

Galen leaned forward to the full extent of his chains. “First I’m going to jerk those tight leather pants down and spank that round bottom of yours, then I’m going to fuck you ‘til you can’t walk.”

Sygni couldn’t stop her smile, or the sudden wet throb in her core. “Oh, that sounds kinky!”

Galen nodded. “And if you take too much longer to let me go, I’m also going to take that pretty throat and slake my undead thirst on your blood.”

Sygni hissed. All of a sudden the shimmer of darkness she had been feeling in the handsome beast’s aura made sense. “You’re a vampire?”

Galen nodded with satisfaction. “Yep. And I’m getting harder and hungrier by the second, sweet-cakes.”