Dar'Kind Promises

Dar'Kind Promises

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F/F Paranormal Erotic Romance, Drakins of Wyrmarch Novella Dar'kind Fairy Maura comes to the human dimension on a search and rescue mission. Her success rests on her wits and the skilled aid of her feline tracker, Zelia. Unfortunately, Zelia is experiencing some problems with her shifting. Distracted by the sultry woman in her bed, Maura struggles to stay focused on their quest. If they're unable to figure out how to gain control of Zelia's shifting, all hope for their mission as well as any possibility of their future together will be lost. Worse yet, an ancient evil targets Maura. Is Zelia willing to risk all to save the Dar'kind Fae?
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