Penrith.
Bryn's turning 22 and has to register for One Earth Dynamic ID.
Bryn's turning 22 and has to register for One Earth Dynamic ID.
Buried
in the mysterious N800 texts is a horrifying secret, an ancient evil that Bryn
feels compelled to unearth. A secret that may underpin One Earth Dynamic, the global
agency that monitors and tracks everyone.
Curran,
gorgeous & tortured OED fugitive, finds sanctuary with Penrith’s underground, Luxent, and discovers Bryn and her
strange ability to throw condensed light as a weapon. Unexpected feelings bloom for this girl intent on unveiling a frightening truth.
Can
Bryn’s primeval earth magic help Luxent
overcome other-worldly forces and the OED or will her growing feelings for
Curran and learning the horrifying reality of the OED only lead down the road
that goes straight into its ancient and evil web?
Reviews for Book I, Discovery, in the Iron Web Series
EXCERPT
“I hate to say
it, but I think Exeter getting on with Cardiff would really be the best thing,
for everyone,” Curran muttered.
“That would just
crush Lys if he doesn’t take her with him.” Bryn watched Curran’s expression
curiously. A little black tremor shivered down her back.
“You think I
like Lys, don’t you?” Curran swiftly assessed her look, not hesitating to tell
her what he thought.
“You’ve a right
to like anyone you want,” she said tonelessly though it hurt her to say so.
“Yes, I do,”
Curran agreed, his dark eyes riveted to hers. Catching her up around the waist,
he quickly dragged her up against him, into the comfort of his greatcoat,
intimately along his lean length, and pulled her with him into a dark shadowed
nook in the stone archway that bordered the Mile.
Her heart beat
hitched into high gear at his sudden closeness and warmth. He was what she
needed most right now, and the safety she felt in his arms.
“Things have
been so complicated,” he muttered as his gaze fell to her mouth. He seemed very
tense and held her in an iron grip that both kept her against him and away from
him at the same time. “I … just … can’t … ask you this of you,” he seemed to be
telling himself. “I don’t have anything, Bryn, hardly myself.”
She could barely
breathe, reveling in his lemon-sharp closeness and the fall of his dark hair
over turbulent eyes. What was he saying?
Bryn heard his
protest and understood him on some level, but it just didn’t seem to matter
right now. The only thing she could feel was herself warming, opening to him,
connecting to his body, his vulnerable throat, his mouth. Could this be happening? She felt wonderful, breathless excitement.
Her hands crept up the warmth of his chest, clinging to the nubby linen shirt
he wore. She could see or hear nothing but him. “But you’re everything I want,”
she whispered.
“Then I don’t
want you mistaken about how I feel about you,” he finally murmured, and bent to
her, melding his mouth to hers in a heated kiss.
There was no
concept of resistance anywhere in her being and Bryn wound her arms around his
neck as his lips fell against hers.
Curran’s arms
wrapped completely around her, pulling her so close she could feel the rise and
fall of his rapid breathing. This was what she’d been keening for, this
intimate, heated connection to him. Enfolded in his warmth, she felt everything
she needed was right here in his arms.
He was sweet,
and intense. Curran kept her closer, hungry for the taste of her and she was
avid to be lost in his warm grasp. He molded her mouth with his, enveloping
her, and claiming her as his own.
He finally released her reluctantly, his breath
staccato. “I’m here with you, Bryn,” Curran whispered. “Whatever I am, I’m here
with you.”
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