The Festival, Book 3 Virtus Saga

When Ylianor Meyer throws in Prince Duncan Caldwell's face his generous offer to adopt her into the Caldwell family, she has only one thought in mind--to get as far away from the stunningly gorgeous dark-haired prince and his equally striking blond-haired lover, Lord Christopher Templeton before she falls in love with them harder than she already is. Before she becomes their slave for real and surrenders to both without any shame. For each is a master in his own standing: one for pleasure, the other for pain.
Such is the new setting of the Virtus Saga, where nothing is as it seems. Not the world, since its all-pervading sex drive hides a scary lack of violence. Not the people, since soul mates Prince Duncan Caldwell and Lord Christopher Templeton share a love that is unrivaled until that fateful knock on Ylianor Meyer's dilapidated shack.

This book picks up right where The Game, Book 2, leaves off and extends love and passion into torrid sex and bloody nightmares. It's a unique connection, laced with jealousy and violence that are unknown to their world. This is not just another erotic dark fantasy series. This is the making of a trio. Of three remarkable characters that must overcome their uncontrollable lust to face the truth about themselves and their planet if they want to defeat the darkness about to devour them. To be as one whilst three! To share power and love in equal measures. This is their real challenge, the lesson they must learn. Otherwise, how will their world survive?
IMPORTANT: Given the saga nature of this ongoing fantasy series, it is advisable to read each book in sequence.

PG EXCERPT | From The Author

“That it was this bad?”

He honestly thought his decision would please her. Instead, Ylianor Meyer had thrown it all back at him. His generous offer to honor his father’s insane testament that would formally make her a member of the Caldwell family.

Not to mention give her a share of Prince Charles’s inheritance.

He turned to Chris, still in shock. “Have I…” He stopped to push back some stray strands of long hair from his face. “I mean didn’t she want me to adopt her? Is it my impression or didn’t she ask me if she could have the house when we were at the Hall?”

“She’s a woman.” A delightful snarl twisted the angel’s thin lips. “Remember?” The stunningly handsome blond man shrugged indifferently as if he knew better than to expect anything else from a woman. Then again, he had no need for them, never had until Duncan had decided to pull one into their relationship.

Tall, elegant, graceful, his lean body exuded sex from every pore and from the mischievous blue-gray eyes. Given his looks, Chris could have just about anybody he wanted. “And if you haven’t noticed, they’re unpredictable. Why do you think I keep my distance?”

“Not while you rode here from Blue Oasis.” Searching for the answer he sought on the beloved face, the prince moved closer. “Did something happen on the road?”

“If it did, I don’t know what since she kept silent most of the way.” He paused as if to collect his thoughts. “She wouldn’t even let me touch her. Not that I wanted to…”

The slight hesitation would have gone unnoticed had Duncan not caught a flash of regret crossing the blue-gray eyes. Well, at least some things are changing for the better!

“I mean, she wouldn’t even let me near her horse.” Somehow, Chris sounded regretful.

Almost pained, if he had to analyze it.

“And going to bed, she’d keep distant until, in the middle of the night, I’d find her clinging and holding me tight, shaking like a leaf, frightened…” Chris furrowed his brow as though in an attempt to pinpoint the exact sensation. “No, make that terrified, like she was having a nightmare. A couple of times, she screamed, but when I woke her, she’d say it was just a bad dream.”

“Why do you think the pyramid has something to do with it, Angel?” The question was hardly an idle one given Chris’s earlier comment.

Which seemed more pertinent now.

The prince himself had asked Ylianor to look after Virtus, the dangerous enemy linked to the three-sided pyramid. And in spite of Chris’s intervention, it had killed their former head of the council, Arthur Fairchild, thereby making him, Duncan Caldwell, the new leader.

“One night, she screamed so bad.” From Chris’s shrug, Duncan figured it had been really bad. “I had the impression its light was on like it was controlling her somehow.”