Carson's Conquest
READING AGE 18+
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Addelina Lambert was looking for a fresh start so when an old colleague reached out about a new opportunity in a small, picturesque community, she jumped at the opportunity. Deciding to leave her past behind, Adde was ready for a life without men where she could reconnect with her magical gifts, find healing, and maybe some peace. When her new colleague Dr. Ariande Brown introduces her to a strikingly handsome man, will Adde be able to resist his charms and find her peace? Can she find her inner-strength when her past comes back to haunt her?
Carson’s Conquest is a stand-alone romance novel with a (hopefully) happy ending. It’s not a sequel to Aria’s Alpha, but there are familiar characters involved. The book completed November 2021. (If you want to catch a sneak peak of Carson and Addelina’s introduction, check out Aria’s Alpha, chapter 59 where Aria is Carson’s wing woman!)
Excerpt:
There it was, my opening. “Carson,” I looked up into his tempting brown eyes, “I know that I’m your mate. And you have to know this,” I gestured between us, “will never work. I … I’m damaged goods. The Moon Goddess is playing some sick joke on you. Trust me, you don’t want any part of me and my mess.”
I took a deep breath, “I, Addelina Lambert, witch of the Cedar Grove Circle, reject …”
Carson clamped his hand over my mouth, “Don’t! Don’t say it!” I saw the pain etched across his face, and felt my heart constrict in turn. No, this was definitely for the best. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t hurt another person in the wake of my personal hell.
He kept his hand over my mouth, “Adde, listen to me. Whatever it is, whatever your past, it doesn’t have to define your future. You don’t have to accept me as your mate today, tomorrow, or next month. But, please, please, let me be your friend. Don’t reject us yet—just give us some time. Give yourself some time to adjust to your life here, and to me. Please.”
Unfold
Five years later
“Illyana! Stop teasing your brother,” I called as I looked for Harrison’s other shoe. Our third child was 2, almost 3, and he was as rambunctious as the twins combined. He hated to be left behind. “Harrison, come put your shoes on or we’re going to be late for the picnic,” I yelled upstairs. Shortly, I heard a big b……
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