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“I intend to give her all the honor due her,” Huemac vowed. #MFRWhooks

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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Moctezuma blocked the gesture with a flat palm on Huemac’s chest and a slight frown. “You are rather exuberant in your greeting.” Though the admonition was terse, a gleam of amusement tinted his eyes. “You must have seen your lady love.”

Huemac forced a blush, then was surprised at how easily the heat rose in his cheeks. He inclined his head. Did he really need Moctezuma’s approval? “Yes.”

Moctezuma laughed. “Old friend, you do not have to pretend with me. I have seen the way my sister looks at you. She pretends indifference when you are near, but she cannot hide her glow of love.” He turned sober. “Have a care with her heart. If your intentions are not honorable, I shall be forced to sacrifice you in the pits.”

A long silence hung between the two. Huemac was first to look away. He swallowed the angry retort that burned like acid in his throat. How dare this half-breed threaten him with a death befitting mortals. The pits were for the entertainment of the gods, suitable for those who had fallen out of favor or displeased them, and yes, even used for lesser gods, but not one such as himself. Huemac was a god to be feared, a captain in the Emperor’s army only outranked by Tialoc and his second-in-command, Xochiti.

“I intend to give her all the honor due her,” Huemac vowed. And then to keep her on as a slave. After all, she did satisfy his needs. “She has persuaded me to wait until after your celebration to announce our relationship.”

Moctezuma winced. “Yes. All this fanfare and nonsense to be named successor as leader of our people. It is so unnecessary. I have tried to speak reason to my parents, but my pleas have fallen on deaf ears.”

The other male did not want the throne? That was surprising news. “Surely, you jest,”

“No. My brother would be better suited for the task, but my father insists that as first son, it is my birthright, regardless of blood.”

Huemac was one of a select group of people who knew of Moctezuma’s lineage. He was not a full-blooded god. He was a demi, the product of a god and a human woman. Even more important, Moctezuma was the descendant of a long line of Sin-Eaters. They were an ancient sect of gods charged with removing the sin from mortals and gods alike to aid their passage into an afterlife of paradise. And even fewer people knew Huemac had aided in Moctezuma’s rescue from some overzealous villagers intent on stoning the emperor-to-be to death.

Once he realized exactly who and what Moctezuma was, Huemac was determined to ingratiate himself into the royal family at any cost. He already led a privileged life, attending the finest schools, enjoying a portion of wealth and prosperity. Only one thing eluded him.

Pure power.

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Love's Submission (Love Smack Down Series Book 4)

One last chance #MFRWhooks

Hearts and trust were never meant to be broken and Kalista wants to see BJ suffer; but she can’t deny that the attraction and love is still there. Maybe giving him another chance wouldn’t be so bad, if she didn’t have someone else.

From the moment BJ met Kalista, he knew she was the one for him, but too much alcohol and a bad decision left him on the outside looking in. Now, he’ll do anything to make up for the pain he’s caused her. All he needs is a chance to prove he’s worthy of her trust and love again.

And if that means challenging her current suitor...then let the best man win.

 


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Bang! The door to BJ’s office slammed into the wall and Kalista, her raven hair perfectly coiffed in a severe updo, stormed through the opening. Twin spots of color slashed her pale cheeks in stark relief. Her light brown eyes snapped fire, while her full sweetheart lips pursed in a thin line. She clutched a folded sheet of paper in her fist.

“What is the meaning of this?” Kalista demanded. “Are you trying to get me fired?”

BJ lifted his cell phone from the desk, pressed a number then listened a moment before holding the phone out.

“What?” She glared at BJ, and a smirk twitched his lips as her mouth dropped open. “You’re what?”

Janice, her flowing, sable brown hair held away from her face with a simple headband, sauntered through the open door, a cell phone to her ear. Her turquoise blue eyes were cool. “I said, if you persist in harassing my client’s assets, we will be forced to bring your actions before the courts as well as relevant bank personnel.” She dropped the phone in her bag then extracted a folder. “Every instance has been documented, and the fact that he’s waited until now to even seek legal attention speaks of how much he was hoping you’d see reason.”

Kalista swung her gaze between BJ and his lawyer. “You’d take away my job at the bank?”

BJ stood, straightened his summer wool suit jacket then came around the front of the desk. “You seem to have no problem taking away mine, Kalista.” He leaned a hip on the corner of the furniture. “Those accounts you periodically freeze jeopardize my ability to do business, which in turn interferes with sending my support payments on time. Or did you forget what a generous amount you receive on a bi-weekly basis? And this is on top of what I buy Sydney.” Sydney was their three year old daughter together. While the child support he paid went for the basic necessities he liked being about to spoil her with huge toys, a nifty bike and probably other stuff she would never really use. He was sure the money he spent on that stuff could be better spent being placed in a savings account, but he loved doting on his daughter.

“Are you saying I spend the money on myself?” Kalista planted her hands on her hips.

He sighed. “If I thought you weren't taking care of her, she wouldn’t be with you at all.”

He skimmed his gaze over her curve-hugging suit. The dove gray jacket accentuated her firm round breasts and nipped in at her waist. The knee-length skirt clung to generous hips he longed to feel beneath his hands. Three months was too long to not touch her.

“You should have thought about that before you decided to cheat on me.”

“I know what I did Kalista, and not a day goes by that I don’t regret my actions. But if you want to punish me, then keep this fight with me. Not where it will affect our daughter.” He glanced at his lawyer. “Could you wait outside a moment, Janice?”

The brown-haired woman nodded. “I’m just outside the door.”

While BJ waited for the door to close, he dragged his fingers through his dreadlocks before scrubbing the heel of his hand across his face. Yeah, he’d messed up big time, and he’d had too many long lonely days and nights to think about his actions. So many times he wished he could take back that one moment of weakness. There was no explanation for his indiscretion other than stupidity.

“Keep your fight with me. Not my company.” He straightened, the subtle scent of jasmine wafting to his nose when he stood in front of her. “With me. Understood?”

“Why did you cheat on me after I gave you everything?” Her voice wobbled while unshed tears glistened in her eyes. “I loved you.”

His heart ached for what he’d tossed away, and he’d give anything to have it back. “I know and I was stupid.” He cupped her shoulders, her body stiffened beneath his palms. A sigh eased past his lips.“I hurt you because I was dumb and drunk and not thinking.” He infused as much sincerity in his voice as possible. “That’s all I can say. You were great and what we had together was wonderful. I messed things up. Not you.”

He palmed her cheek, catching a tear with his thumb. He allowed his hand to linger, admiring the contrast of their skin, his dark chocolate, her smooth vanilla. “You may not believe me, Kalista, I still love you, but I can’t allow you to keep attacking my bank accounts.”

Her soft scent beckoning, he moved closer, and her full lips parted in invitation. “All I want is a chance to prove to you that I’m the man you fell in love with, or better than before.” He lowered his head until her breath mingled with his. “Just one chance.”

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The power he craved #MFRWhooks

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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Grudgingly he had to admit Atl had been right about the view. It was breathtaking. He fisted his hands on his hips as he scanned the valley. “All of this belongs to our people. Can you imagine the power involved? The sheer magnitude of power our ancestors wielded.” Power he craved more than his next breath.

She shrugged. “Many days I have thanked the gods that I am the youngest. I have no desire to be bound to the politics and tedium of running the kingdom. It is much better that my brothers and parents think I am a pampered pretty princess,” 

Huemac paused. Had she really just said that? He studied her a moment. “No, my love. I do believe people underestimate you.”

She nodded. “Exactly.” She briefly held his gaze before looking away again. “You have some ulterior motive for bringing me to the Valley of the Fallen.”

He raised her hand and kissed her fingertips. She was just a little too close to the truth. “I cannot lie, I have.” He offered a smile. “There have been rumors of a magnificent sunset from here.”

Her gaze never wavered from his. “And this has nothing to do with exploring the caves to see what ancient secrets we can find?”

Hopefully his surprise didn’t show on his face. “I love a good adventure, do you agree?”

She clapped her hands and bounced as a child would. “I so love exploring what the ancients did.” Catching his hand once more, she drew him toward the cave entrance. “So many of the old ways have been lost, but a few of the ancients are still around, and after the next new moon I will go to learn from one of them.” Metztli rubbed her thumb and forefinger together as they entered the darkness. A moment later a small flame flickered between her fingers.

For a moment, Huemac was awed by her magick but he resented the ease with which she conjured the flame. That was just one more reason to ensure that his people stayed pure and ceased mingling with humans. He stood next to her and surveyed the antechamber.

The low ceilings offered just enough clearance so neither would have to stoop. The rough-hewn walls were covered in lichen and matted spiderwebs.

Metztli cupped the flame within her palms, formed a light the size of a lemon, then lightly tossed the orb in the air. It hung there, illuminating the cavern and the passages at either side. She beamed when she turned to him. “Which way should we go?”

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