into her orgasmic reaction to being bitten, he had exploited her goblin sensitivity with an enthusiasm that left her breathless every time they got together. She was hoping that demons had dental, because she was almost bucking hard enough to break his teeth.
Asha raised her cup and said, “Well, El, you are looking healthy. Much better than the last time I saw you.”
Elhara scowled. “You saw me at my wedding.”
Asha grinned. “Before that, when the succubus was draining you dry. Have there been any additional difficulties with your in-laws?”
Elhara smiled. “Only the incubi who have come by asking me what it takes to seduce a Warder. Apparently, our cousins refused to put out on the first date and several of the demons have taken it as a challenge.”
Alora snerked. “They should stop trying to incorporate foreplay into a handshake for one.”
Sephany laughed. “I think they all had a good time, despite getting shot down.”
Asha grinned. “Speaking of good times, how is it having a sex demon in bed?”
Elhara thought of the previous night when he had massaged her shoulders, kissed her tenderly and held her through the night. “I can honestly say that having a sex demon in bed is one of the best things that has ever happened to me.”
She knew she had a dreamy look on her face and when her cousins elbowed each other and grinned, she knew that she was in good company. Warders in love.
Author’s Note
This is the last of the linear Warder series. I may continue to write more of the Lost Warder books (Warders who have lost their family connections due to death, divorce or abandonment). I have enjoyed this series and had fun bringing characters back from previous books including Eylonwy who first appeared in The Warder’s Wolf .
I thank all the Warders’ fans who have kept this series alive while I tried to gather my wits and take another stab at the most powerful and least-respected family in all of Realm.
Thanks for your patience.
Viola Grace
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About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.