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Meet Frankie of Sluagh now all grown up and ready to take on the world.It is just about what she had to do when she realizes she is in love with theDark Prince, Graely and that her Seelie family will never accept him.Added to this, his brother, the Dark Prince Pestale, has once again unleashed terror in the Human Realm, with help from unexpected quarters. Frankie has her hand full.Traitors are all around, and Frankie has her hands full.Excerpt: Life was continuing to change so fast. Suddenly, she got to her feet. She felt a shiver of anticipation travel through her body. As always Frankie felt him, before she saw him. She didn’t know how it was, but from the start, they shared a connection she had never been able to explain to herself. She turned, as he came into view. She felt her entire body tremble with pleasure as a smile flittered over her face. Why did he have such an affect on her? He had always hovered about her life. He had always stood back, and yet, she knew he was a friend, one that would never desert her. Her father had forbidden him her company, but Frankie always had a mind all her own, and she had not given him up. How could she? He seemed to be a part of who she really was. She needed him. He had been there for her in these last six years; in and out, never intruding, never taking, and only giving little bits of wisdom. He was bolstering her when she was down, always encouraging her to go to Jazz with her problems. He stood strong like an unseen protector. Softly she said, “Graely.” She was always mesmerized by his height, by his breath and style. His massive chest with the Celtic cross tattooed near his left shoulder and a band of Celtic knots around his biceps. His black silky hair fell in layered sweeps around his exquisitely handsome face. His dark amber lit eyes always seemed impenetrable and she never failed to see the light deep in their depths. He was a Dark Prince and had darkness in him, a darkness she knew he was attempting to dislodge. A Dark Prince, but he was nothing like his wicked brothers. Trevor and her da told her that they did not trust him. They told her he was an abomination, created outside the Wheel of Being. Jazz withheld her opinion, but was ever watchful. Frankie knew they could not be objective. They had fought a bloody war with the Dark Princes and the monsters that inhabited the Dark Realm. Their opinions were clouded by that life experience, but Graely was not a part of that. She looked at him now with the eyes of a woman and realized what she was thinking. Gosh he was hot, so damn hot. She knew she had something of a crush on him. She had known for some months now that Graely was taking over all her thoughts, but he always treated her like a child. “Frankie,” he said and nodded. “What are you doing here alone?” “Thinking about things,” she answered. She could always be herself with Graely. Her human friends, well, she had to be human with them. With her da, she had to be a daughter, with Trevor, much the same. With Jazz, she could be honest and open in all things, except about Graely. She couldn’t confide in Jazz about Graely because it would disturb her, and she might think it her duty to tell Trevor or her father. However, with Graely she could be all things—anything. “It is time, you know it is time,” he offered quietly with that beautiful old Danu accent, something like an Irish brogue, deeper, more pronounced than her own. “I am uncertain, Graely. This is not what I wanted,” she answered. “Uncertain, of what? Whether you want it or not, there isn’t anything you can do about it. Besides Frankie, don’t you see how absolutely and completely mesmerizing you are…how beautiful you look?”“I am uncertain of what I will feel when I finally give in to it. What it does is make me feel different than all other women—not beautiful, just so strange. Can’t ye see that, Grae

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