Title: Forever
Fate: A Fae Guard Novella
Series: Fae Guard
#6
Author: Elle
Christensen
Genre: Paranormal
Romance
Release Date: May
12, 2016
Seraphina
I
loved him all of my life.
Then, he sent me away and broke
my heart.
But, a millennium
wasn’t long enough to erase him completely.
Now, my time as Fate is up, and
he’s returned for
me
I don’t know if I can
let him break down my walls
But, if I stay behind them,
alone,
I’ll be forever
Fate.
Gabriel
Seraphina held my heart in her
hands.
But, she was wild and always
pushing limits.
I
physically let her go, but she was always in my
heart.
She’s finally proven
herself.
I’ve been given
permission to bring her home.
There is no other option than
to win her heart, again.
She’ll forever be my
Seraphina.
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Prologue
Fate/Seraphina
The rustle of fabric is the
only indication that I’m not alone, but I remain in my seat. Today,
it’s a purple velvet swivel chair. I stare out the window of my
office, watching the white, fluffy clouds roll through the sky, seeming to go
right around the sun, never disrupting its
rays.
“Seraphina.”
The voice has my thoughts
screeching back to reality, sending a shiver of want down my spine, and making
my heart ache. I slowly turn my seat to face him. “A millennium and
still, you’re the only stubborn ass who calls me by my full
name,” I drawl casually, doing a damn fine job of hiding my reaction
to him.
He
raises a single eyebrow, as though I should know better. The
jackass.
“Gabriel,”
I emphasize his name with a high level of sarcasm. Of all
people, the Arch Angel named Gabriel should understand my irritation at being
namedSeraphina. I mean, dude, could we be more of a walking cliché?
I cock my head to the side,
showing only mild curiosity. “I have to say, I never expected they
would send you.”
He looks just the same: tall,
muscular, black inky hair, cut short-ish, but perfectly unruly from his lazy
curls. Amethyst eyes, a square face, chiseled jaw, Roman nose, and pouty lips
(Guys can have pouty lips, too. Even GQ angel bastards), make up one fucking
delicious package. And, oh, what a damn fine package it
is. You ought to know, slutmuffin
Mmmhmmm . . . yes, I
do.
Heat infuses me and
I’m really pissed at the hormone-ridden teenager lusting after him
like he’s the lead singer of that popular boy band, One
Track. One Direction, idiot. Whatever,
fucklet, go back to your books and virgin thoughts. Go. Scat.
Well fuck, now I’m
left with a bitch in heat. I stifle a groan.
“Perhaps they
didn’t think you would return with anyone but me, without
putting up a fuss,” his smooth, melted caramel voice is so familiar
and I want to tell him to keep talking forever, but then I remember, and the
stabbing pain of betrayal accompanies rising
anger.
“Putting
up a fuss?” I snip. “Do you see a fucking toddler in front
of you?” My eyes narrow, willing laser beams to shoot out and burn
multiple holes into his ridiculously gorgeous body.
“If you’re
going to act like a child, Seraphina, I’ll treat you like
one,” he says calmly as he moves to stand right in front of the desk,
his stance deceptively casual. Yeah,
right. I snort, but manage not to stomp my foot and hiss in
irritation.
Instead, I sigh.
“Gabriel, I haven’t seen or heard from you in over seven
hundred years. Seriously, why the fuck did they send you?”
He prowls around my desk,
gripping the armrests of my chair and turning me to face him. Leaning down, he
has me caged in, his face inches from mine. “I
volunteered.”
His proximity is throwing me
off, suddenly bombarded by every horny personality inside my head.
“Um—why?” I clear my throat and try to sound
unaffected, “Why would you do that? Maybe—.” I
gasp a little when he moves closer, only centimeters from my mouth.
“Maybe I don’t want to see you.” I nod sharply,
pleased I was able to say that without bursting into flames and finding myself
standing next to the devil. Have I ever told such a massive and blatant lie?
Only Gabriel has ever been able to push my buttons so thoroughly. Get
it together,
woman!
His eyes narrow, his brows
dropping low, but there is no disguising the heat in them. “Liar.
You’re body fucking craves me every bit as much as mine does
yours.”
Before I can deny it, his lips
are on mine and my traitorous body fucking
melts.
I don’t love
him. I don’t love him. I don’t love
him.
I chant the words in my head
over and over, hoping if I say it enough, I’ll believe it.
I’ve spent centuries building up the wall around my heart and I
refuse to let it get broken a second time by the man who destroyed it in the
first place.
I’m a lover of all
things books, a hopeless romantic, and have always had a passion for writing.
Between being a sappy romantic, my love of an HEA, my crazy imagination, and
ok, let’s be real, my dirty mind, I fell easily into writing
romance.
I’m a huge baseball
fan and yet, a complete girly, girl. I’m an obsessive reader and have
a slight (hahaha! Slight? Yeah, right) addiction to signed
books.
I’m
married to my very own book boyfriend, an alpha male with a sexy, sweet side.
He is the best inspiration, my biggest supporter, and the love of my life. He
is also incredibly patient and understanding about the fact that he has to
fight the voices in my head for my
attention.
I hope you enjoy reading my
books as much as I enjoyed writing
them!
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