Edge of Winter
Guardian’s Realm series
Balin Renforth has served the Guardians loyally for six hundred years, protecting innocents from vampire scum like Fitch Galloway. But he cannot deny the nagging familiarity Fitch inspires, any more than he can deny the irresistible curiosity stirred by the other man.
Without his weapons, Balin knows the odds are against him. To make matters worse, the human female at once goes into crippling withdrawals from the vampire’s evil drug, Tourin, a concoction used to make her sexually biddable.
The only thing that will stave her withdrawals is sexual contact, and to share a blood bond with their nasty vampire companion. But indulging her needs goes against everything Balin believes, as well as the Guardian’s Oath.
“This immensely creative and twisted tale is filled with enough action, both physical and sexual, to keep readers well entertained.”
⭐⭐⭐⭐ Heather, Fallen Angel Reviews
“Full of emotion, Gladiolis, Balin and Fitch carry the story themselves rather than the underlying plot. The author spared no expense with rich imagery needed to make the reader see the world of outer limits. Scorching hot Edge of Winter is a great book and one you need to read.”
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Brynna, You Gotta Read Reviews
“The world Crystal Kauffman created is rich, vibrant and utterly enjoyable… This one is going on the keeper shelf…”
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“…another delicious story… It is all here, red-hot love scenes, tender emotions, vulnerable heroines, alpha heroes, villains that make your skin crawl.”
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Romance Junkies Reviews
“Crystal Kauffman has created a whole new fantasy world with a lot of excitement. Crystal takes three characters and turns them into something magical, with lots of intrigue…A great story line here, well done Crystal.”
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Joann, Howling Good Books
“…The characters are all well rounded and likable.”
⭐⭐⭐⭐ Night Owl Reviews
“If I could describe this book in two words, I would have to say, “Erotic Magic”, because that is just what [Edge of Winter] is. Crystal Kauffman created a magical world rich in vivid detail…”
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ A Recommended Read -Dark Divas Reviews
The Guardians flew down the elevator shaft, and Molin jammed his crowbar between the doors at the second-lowest floor. It was as far down as they could go with the cab sitting at the bottom.
Once parted, the doors slid open on their own. The assault team rushed into the cavernous room. Balin stood center point, his weapon of preference the crossbow. Molin and Wendell flanked left and right, full attack mode. The rest of the Guardian assault team would enter through different points, surprising the vampires from all sides.
“Destroy all challengers. Spare only those who surrender without resistance.”
The bloodsuckers lounging nearby on expensive furniture stared numbly, as though they couldn’t believe their impenetrable fortress was under attack.
A moment of calm lingered, and then the first scream sliced through the erotic music throbbing within the macabre playhouse.
An enormous purple demon turned from the male slave who was sucking its cock and locked eyes with Balin. The creature shoved his slave away, let out an unearthly growl, and charged.
Balin loosed a quill from his bow. The arrow hit the vampire’s shoulder and sank deep. The beast ripped it out and flung it aside without breaking stride. He charged on like a steam engine, his blazing eyes focused on Balin with deadly intent.
The next instant, the beast stumbled and looked down at his chest. Blue flames licked outward from the small hole where the tiny glass reservoir of holy water had shattered upon impact. The demon stopped and let loose a bloodcurdling shriek. Flames engulfed him, and he exploded in a dazzling spray of blue sparks.
Balin threw his arm up to shield his eyes from the explosion. He charged on, careful to avoid sighting humans. If the vampires weren’t in demon form, it was hard to tell them apart from the slaves. Thankfully, the slaves were dressed in seductive clothing: the women in sheer strips of gossamer cloth and the men in skimpy latex that appeared sprayed on. Many of the slaves were bound to the circular support columns identifying the now-luxurious room as a former garage.
Balin rounded a cement column and halted in his tracks, horror-struck. The biggest fucking demon he’d ever seen was about to kill a young slave girl.
The monster held her by the ankles and was lifting her into the air as though she weighed nothing. His beastly cock jutted forward, as long and thick as a salami log capped with a gnarled fist.
The demon would tear her apart. Thankfully it hesitated, looking around as the screaming increased.
Chaos surrounded Balin; he knew only that the Guardians had spread into the room and stunned the vampires with their swift surprise attack, but he’d lost all other sights and sounds.
The girl in the beast’s grip was a tiny, flaxen-haired beauty, almost pixie-like. He couldn’t let her be so cruelly sacrificed, not when the Guardians were seconds away from destroying this wicked den of iniquity.
Power surged through him before he consciously realized he’d summoned it. He flew across the area separating them, using only the ancient power passed to him from his ancestors.
Too late, he realized he should have used his wings.
Balin was unpracticed in the ancient magic, and was able to call it forth only in frantic situations like this when his adrenaline raged.
He collided with the beast, surprising it into dropping the girl. Balin tumbled once before regaining his balance. He jumped to his feet, lifted his crossbow, and aimed.
The demon flung out his enormous arm and backhanded Balin across the jaw. Lights swirled in his twisting vision. He bit down on his tongue and tasted the coppery tang of his own blood. His crossbow flew out of his hand.
He collapsed on top of the slave girl and breathed in a wisp of flowers.
She squeaked out a scream and struggled beneath him, crushed by his much larger frame. The demon straddled them both, his inhuman phallus swinging like a baseball bat.
Even as he fought unconsciousness, Balin knew he had one chance to save himself and the girl.
But would the ancient spell even work, or was it truly just a legend?
The demon bent toward them, reaching with a beefy hand.
“No!” A human shout came from somewhere far away, and Balin had the sensation of soaring just as he drew the magic forth.
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