Everleigh Miles

Love and Other Sorcery follows three steamy erotic romances… 
In The Mage’s Heart, be seduced by Rivyn Nae Ederne’s quest to reclaim his magic: 
His hand closed over mine, and he pressed my palm against the hot skin of his stomach, sliding it down, through the crisp hair at his groin, to close over his hardness. His eyes closed and his head rocked back on his neck as he guided my hand along with him. 
Fall in love with Aurien, in The Golden Dragon’s Princess: 
The expression in his eyes shifted and he stepped closer. He slid his hand from my cheek, down my arm, catching my hand by the wrist, lifting it, and pressed my palm against his chest. I dragged in the air in a gasp. The heat of his skin was not of mankind, and his heartbeat hard and fast against my palm, its rhythm still raised from a flight. 
And discover a lover in your best friend with Akyran’s Folly: 
He lowered me to the bed, covering me with his body, his mouth branding my skin, his breath unsteady. Our hands tangled as we tried to pull each other's clothing free, and we laughed with a wildness heavy with desire, before falling upon each other with new fury. I heard the cloth of my shirt tear. 
It’s Love and Other Sorcery…

Love and Other Sorcery

　　They exchanged another look. I had backed them into a corner. Either they disputed my claim to the throne, or they supported it. If they supported it, they would have to provide to the measure of the agreement. If they disputed it, they would make themselves my enemy, and sandwich themselves between a queen who hated the brethren, and a queen who bore them ill will.


　　“I am the reigning monarch,” I repeated, looking from one lord to the other. “What is more, my rule has been foreseen by the Seers of Seigradh, I am bearer of Intuin Desparen, gifted to me by Prince Rivyn Nae Ederne, before the Fae Court of Light, I lead an army that currently numbers over three thousand and five hundred, and ride upon a golden dragon. My legitimacy as queen of Uyan Taesil is indisputable, and I would be hesitant if I were a lord of Uyan Taesil to challenge it, as such an unwise lord might find himself to no longer be one.”


　　“Liera,” Leongrad murmured. “We don’t dispute your legitimacy.”


Chapter 129