The Devlin magic can bring your heart’s desire - but at what cost?
Mary Devlin accepted her fate years ago, to serve Slanaitheoir, the powerful demon and lord of the mountain who saved her ancestors from the Irish Famine. Like generations of Devlin witches before her, the hauntingly beautiful woman submitted to His every caress, His every humiliation. But when His lordship threatened her family, Mary broke the agreement with the vengeful demon and now Mary and her progeny must pay the price.
Mary and each succeeding Devlin witch — fiery Orla, fragile Fiona, pragmatic Annie and seductive Rita — will try and best Slanaitheoir in a battle of wills and magic. But the seductive demon can satisfy a witch as no human lover can. Each Devlin witch must decide — when part of her still yearns for His touch and love, can she fight him and win?
Genre: FICTION / Erotica / Generalnewly launched
When the doctors told me I’d never have children, I thought I would die. I thought it was the worst thing that could happen to me.
I was wrong.
But, as I sat on the steps of Old St. Patrick’s Cathedral that September afternoon willing my newly straightened hair not to frizz, my only concern was the priest was late, still in with the couple whose wedding was to follow ours. Bobby, effortlessly handsome with his new haircut, squeezed my hand.
I looked at the still unfamiliar Cartier watch Bobby had given me that morning as a wedding gift. “I told the restaurant we’d be there by six.”
“We’ve plenty of time,” he said in the soft Dublin brogue that had captivated me seven months earlier.
“But...”
Bobby shut me up me by kissing me on the lips. He smiled. “We’ve plenty of time.”
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Italian
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Francesca Orelli and Consuelo Tuzio
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by André Weber
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Carlos Ilich Valenzuela
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