Prisoner of Temptation. Zandria Munson

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      Prisoner of Temptation

      Zandria Munson

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      “Your desire for me is apparent. Tell me everything I wish to know, and I will reward you with a night of pleasure.”

      Tatiana Patrescu’s people have been at war with the gargoyle clans for centuries. A powerful witch, she has prepared to fight them her whole life…until a mission goes awry and she is captured by the most dangerous gargoyle warrior of them all, Lucien Korzah.

      Despite their feud, Tatiana feels an uncanny connection and attraction to Lucien—especially when daylight transforms him into a handsome human. And when Lucien unleashes his own brand of seduction on the innocent sorceress, she cannot resist their forbidden passion….

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 1

      Romania, present day

      Tatiana Patrescu slipped through the small hatch in the roof of the old factory. Dressed in a black leather catsuit, a leather mask and calf-high boots, she eased onto the metal catwalk that was suspended from the high ceiling. Scanning the shadows that darkened the room below, she advanced a few feet. The muffled sound of riotous shouting echoed from somewhere in the building, but no one could be seen.

      Gargoyles, she thought with disdain. Her hands shook as she cocked the trigger of her semiautomatic handgun. She eased back a few paces and peered up into the hatch. “Let’s go.”

      As graceful and quiet as the large cats that roamed

      the hills of Bucharest, her squad of ten warriors descended through the narrow passage. They were called Uniil, an elite group of powerful warlocks and witches—the first line of defense for the Solomonarii kinship.

      Her people had been at war with the gargoyle clans since the days of Vlad and now, hundreds of years later when most of Romania had blossomed into thriving and modern dwellings, the holocaust of animosity and thirst for power still raged undiminished. The entire region had been divided as the Solomonarii had been driven to the north, forced to abandon their lands as the gargoyles swept over the terrain. For the Solomonarii, this war was about regaining what was rightfully theirs and protecting their kind along the way.

      This particular clan of rogue gargoyles had attacked one of the Solomonarii lairs and taken prisoners at their leisure. Tatiana had come to rescue her kin. This was her first major mission, her first chance to prove herself. For years her abilities had surpassed those of even the elder warlocks of her clan, yet she’d been denied any part in the grueling war. The lord of her clan, Demetrius Borimirov, had been patient in grooming her in the arts of combat, his sole intent to have her lead the Uniil. Demetrius had raised her from an infant. It was he whom she desired to please and thus, for this task, failure wasn’t an option.

      With quick gestures Tatiana communicated with her squad: You three, that way. You four, this way and the rest of you, follow me.

      Like spirits, the Uniil infiltrated the shadows, racing to do her bidding. Tatiana led the way and slipped into another narrow passage. Once through, she found herself on a catwalk that surrounded a large room. Torchlight filled the chamber and the walls vibrated with the intensity of the shouting below.

      The winged and horned creatures were congregated about a raised stone platform as they lifted their voices in a chorus of anger. Upon the platform, their arms chained above them, were the four Solomonarii prisoners. After being assigned this mission six hours ago, Tatiana had left immediately, for she’d been told how the gargoyles disposed of their enemies. No mercy was shown and death was a long and painful procedure involving ritualistic torture.

      The shouting persisted and Tatiana knew that they had to act quickly. She scanned the upper level of the room, finding and making eye contact with her Uniil. They were all in position, awaiting her command. She gave the signal. The battle was on.

      Outnumbered at least four to one, the Uniil had two advantages—the element of surprise and their advanced weaponry. Whereas her kin opted to fight with guns, the gargoyles preferred the old ways. They were traditional, believing that a warrior’s true ability wasn’t measured by the number of bullets he fired but by the sureness of his sword and the accuracy of his arrows.

      Tatiana and her Uniil sprang from the catwalk with guns blazing. The dark creatures took flight, swarming into an aerial assault. The Uniil were fast and their weapons lethal as they made their way toward the members of the Solomonarii.

      Tatiana planted herself between her squad and the infuriated gargoyles as she pelted the air with bullets, dropping them like flies. Her final bullet found its mark within the chest of a female gargoyle, and then she tossed her gun aside. She leaped onto the platform with the members of her squad as they quickly released the prisoners, blasting through the chains with their guns. The gargoyles crept along the walls and ceiling, surrounding them.

      Tatiana knew they had to make an exit, and fast. Fear flickered within her, but she quickly doused it. Everything she’d been taught had prepared her for this moment, the day she finally faced her enemies.

      Her eyes fluttered closed and she drew in a breath, summoning the deep magic that swirled within her. Her lips began to move as a language long dead seeped out. A luminous cloud of vapor began to form at her ankles, pulsing as it swelled in both size and brilliance. The other Solomonarii fell back, knowing full well what was ahead.

      Tatiana opened her eyes then, greeting her snarling audience with a stare of shimmering light. Many of them hung back, but there were those who didn’t fear the dark power of a witch.

      A tall and powerful gargoyle adorned with a heavy breastplate emerged from the pack. His silver eyes flashed with an arrogant displeasure. Immediately Tatiana knew that he was the leader of the Drago clan. Demetrius had warned her of this scourge. Lucien Korzah he was named, a ruthless and ageless creature who breathed only to see the Solomonarii to extinction.

      Their gazes locked, and in that instant her chanting faltered. There was something