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Huemac, a half-breed, covets ultimate power, but he needs two things—access to the royal family and an ancient artifact. He attains the former by seducing the Emperor’s sister, and then steals the latter.


Moctezuma, the newly crowned Emperor, comes from a long line of powerful gods known as Sin-Eaters. He desires peace among his people, but an ancient prophecy warns of war.


Huemac discovers the incantation to activate the fabled Athame of Souls, a mythical weapon capable of entrapping souls. His quest to rule is within his grasp. Only one thing stands in his way—Moctezuma.

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“Indulge Your Inner Romantic”


Huemac stared at the piece of parchment in his hand. A servant had delivered it some fifteen minutes past. It was a formal invitation to dinner with the royal family. He sneered at the gold-embossed writing. Summoned as if he were a subservient being.


He tossed the invitation aside, having already given his affirmative reply to the servant. With a glance over his shoulder to ensure the door was closed and locked, he glided to a wooden-and-brass chest at the end of his bed. He shoved it aside with a grunt. Next. he grasped the lip of one of the massive stones that made up the floor. Sweat beaded then rolled down his face from the effort.  He hefted the stone with a grinding sound. His muscles quivered, but he set the rock aside in front of the chest. Huemac knelt, then placed his arm in the floor opening all the way up to his shoulder. After a moment of probing the damp, cool space his fingers closed around a bundle of cloth. He pulled the object out, then sat back.


He unrolled the cotton with great care to reveal a dagger in a worn leather sheath. Emeralds, rubies, and opals adorned the gold hilt. He pulled the blade free. The honed metal glinted dully in the light with a dim glow. An ominous moan reverberated around the room. The sound raised the hairs on the back of his neck and set his teeth on edge. It seeped around and through him, drawing him closer to the dagger’s razor-sharp edge. He sheathed it with a snap. The mournful song stopped. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He needed to find the incantation that would allow him to control the knife. Without those precious words, he would be as susceptible as the other gods.


Perhaps he would use his dinner invitation to peruse the library once more.


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Gluttony: It all begins with Gluttony. (Sin-Eaters Book 2) by Lynn Chantale

Gluttony/Sin-Eater Series


An ancient sect of gods, known as Sin-Eaters, have one last chance to save humanity from an Emperor God bent on world domination. And it all begins with Gluttony.

Tialoc had one mission, find gluttony and return it to the tlazolli or sin box. He doesn’t expect to find the sin wrapped in a sexy chocolate-skinned woman or that she is his mate.

CJ accepts a trip to paradise to meet Tialoc. When an accident sidelines her before their first date, she’s hesitant to go at all. What she isn’t prepared for is the passion or love they share.

When their lovemaking has unexpected consequences, time is of the essence. Tialoc must convince CJ to embrace her destiny or lose him forever.



Tenochtitlán, Sometime in the Past


War was inevitable.

Tialoc peered around the marble Pantheon. Great stone pillars disappeared into the high vaulted ceiling. Sculptures of fallen gods, those who’d lost their immortality, littered the cavernous throne room like forgotten trash. Several lesser deities clothed in silver breastplates and feathered headdresses stood at attention beside the doors and strategic points along the wall. Tialoc tried not to smile. He could take them all out with a flick of his wrist and a well-placed lightning bolt.

He was a god, part of an ancient sect known as the Sin-Eaters. He commanded the elements, held enormous strength, and was next in line for the crown. He could do without the throne.

“You demanded an audience, then show blatant disrespect?” A strident voice thundered. “You will kneel before my throne.”

Tialoc merely lifted a brow. The annoyance in Emperor God’s voice did not spur Tialoc forward, instead, he met the other god’s cold stare with insolence. “You have shown little respect for anyone but yourself, Emperor God,” the last bit was said with a sneer.

Moctezuma flashed a cold smile. “And now you keep me waiting as well.”


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