Faerie horses should at least show up on time. That’s Aidan’s opinion, anyway. He’s been waiting for the pooka all night, to catch it stealing apples from human orchards. This Magical Enforcement Division assignment’s supposed to be easy -- and Aidan could use the break, after a previous case gone badly wrong. But when the apple-thief pooka does show up, it takes the shape of a gorgeous young man ... who doesn’t seem to mind being captured at Aidan’s hands.<br><Br>Ink left his herd to seek out adventure, and he’s found it in the form of a devastatingly handsome MED agent. He’s always been up for a challenge, and Aidan Callahan is certainly that: gorgeous, powerful, and good at his job. Ink’s perfectly happy to let Aidan put a hand -- or an enchanted bridle -- on him, especially with that note of command. It’ll be simple and fun, a decadent magical one night stand ... and Ink knows they’ll both enjoy it.<br><br>But this night isn’t simple. Ritual magic and Aidan’s own complicated gifts collide, and the family legacy he’s been avoiding becomes important, though Aidan’s starting to think it isn’t as important as keeping Ink in his arms.

The Pooka's Share

They found a hotel. The drive wasn’t long, and the town was full of neon and lights and casino glitter. Aidan had feelings about hotels, and those feelings were sometimes complex. His parents never stayed anywhere not exclusive, five-star, and soaked in money; he’d made it a point of pride to do the opposite, for a rebellious while. He also appreciated at least a certain degree of comfort, and comfortable beds. He’d generally settled on a sort of compromise level of hotel that existed at the intersection of practical but indulgent as far as bruises. Both work-related, and the more fun kind.


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