"DEATH IS QUICKLY CLOSING IN..." "You don't know what control is." I blinked. "Okay, so... I'm stuck with you until I die?" "For all eternity," he nodded, smirking a little. I crossed my arms. "Eternity's a long time, especially for a vampire like yourself. I'm sure you're find someone else." "I doubt that," Henri muttered back softly. His cinnamon scent tickled my nose, openly tempting me, and I wanted so badly to kiss him. To tell him I... loved him. Was that the Mark talking, or was it just me now? Henri moved aside, watching me quietly as I slid into the black leather padded front seat of my new Mustang. I buckled up, ignited the engine, and put the vampire - as well as The Wolfsbane Rubies - far behind me. I felt the Mark rise up with every aching pound of my heart as the distance between us grew, as if he and I really were tied together somehow. It would be hard to stay away. Extremely hard. I felt that vampire with every inch that expanded between us. This bonded thing would be harder than I thought... This is Book 2 of The Hunters Saga!! 1st draft, so there WILL be mistakes! Cover thanks to @AlexandraSinclair1! *Rated PG-13 for thematic elements, peril & angst, rude humor, mild language, occasional innuendo and sensuality, and graphic imagery in some places. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!* The Wolfsbane Rubies Copyright © RJ City 2014. All Rights Reserved.

Every faery is born with a gift. Every gift is used for the good of fae existence, but when a troublesome faery is blessed with the greatest of abilities, the outcome doesn't look so promising. Nahtaia is a mischievous faery with one of the greatest of gifts; distortion. After accidentally turning a human boy into faery size, her powers are immediately seized by the Jaydürian Voices (deities) and banishment is a likely punishment. Luckily, the Minister of Fae Assignment is unaware of her mistake. With the help of a pine faery named Oren, Nahtaia must find a way to change the human back to his natural state and regain her abilities, all while keeping hidden from the keen eyes of the Ministers of the faery realm lest she be stripped of her wings and doomed to a life without the one thing she loves most; magic.