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Lords of the Wind

by

A.E. Via

 

Patrons of the Autumn Realm, All Hail, Notalus Cavalerie! The last of the Horsemen and Harbingers of Justice. The Overseer of the Harvest and Creator of New Life. He is the Titan of Tir an Fhomhair and Lord of the South Wind.

After two thousand years of providing peace for his people, Notalus was ready to pass on his kingdom to his heir and live out the rest of his days gardening in his fields in the land of Autumn… alone.

But the Gods had other plans for him.

Notalus knew he should’ve stayed away from the Earth realm after Dustin Constus Hill—the handsome wolf and harvester for the Volkov pack-lands—had imprinted on his soul. Falling for such a divine mortal could not have come at a worse time.

“Love comes fast for titans when their souls are touched.”

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Excerpt

Dustin stood in the middle of disaster and ruin, years of his hard work and dedication wiped out within minutes. The titan was standing far closer to him than he should a stranger, but Dustin didn’t move, and he didn’t dare object. The man flung one side of his robe off his shoulder, and Dustin got a whiff of his scent over the scorched land. He smelled like the woods on a warm autumn afternoon.  

He began to repeatedly move his muscular arms around in a circle until the ashes began to rise and spin into a cyclone, gathering until all of the land was clear of the ashes and ruin. The titan opened his arms wide, his eyes closed as if he was waiting for a hug as he whispered words Dustin couldn’t hear. The wind picked up, warm and damp like the start of a fall rain shower.  

By the time the warrior was finished, Dustin was left speechless. He didn’t know what to think or feel as raw emotion burned in his center. A confident, calloused palm touched his jaw, thick fingers pressing into the scruff of his beard. Dustin had a sudden urge to clamp both of his hands over the titan’s where it held him so he could keep him from moving, ever. But he remained still, mesmerized.   

“Calm your mind, beautiful human.”  

Neither of them moved, and the titan didn’t speak for a long moment, nor did he step away as his thick eyebrows dipped low like he was confused. Or curious, Dustin couldn’t tell. The man’s large hands cupped his face, then slid behind his head to the nape of his neck. Dustin’s heart beat a bass drum behind his rib cage, his wolf pacing and howling for him to get closer to absorb more of this man, this earth soldier’s potent energy.  

The touch was intimate, close, their bodies only inches apart, the hulking man’s glare lingering on his mouth before slowly traveling back to his eyes.  

“Who are you? What is your name?” 

It took Dustin a minute to find his voice. He’d just seen this godlike man come through the clouds on a horse not of this world. He didn’t exactly know who or what he was, but the fact that the beast of a man called him “human” had to mean that this warrior wasn’t. Dustin didn’t even know what direction he’d come from, only that he fell from the sky like an angel. Is that what he was? Dustin had never seen an angel decked out in so much suede and leather with a four-foot sword that shimmered bronze when it was in his hands.  

“My name is Dustin Constus Hill,” he finally managed on a husky whisper. “I harvest the land for the pack.” 

“Noble indeed,” the man rasped, his voice lowering to a puff of air that brushed across Dustin’s forehead. “I too, harvest for my lands.”  

To Dustin’s absolute dismay, the sexy man oh so slowly dragged his hands down his cheeks until they were gone and back at his sides.  

“My brother has found his true love here and has decided to make these pack lands his home instead of in the western realm. I will always come to his aid if he calls. And if you ever need me…” The titan placed his hand in the center of Dustin’s chest and closed his eyes, making his wolf go insane with want. The man spoke to Dustin without opening his mouth, but he still heard the words as clearly as if he’d spoken them aloud as a damp breeze touched his earlobe. “I am Notalus Cavalerie, Lord of Tir an Fhomhair. Do not forget me, handsome mortal. Whisper my name on the south winds, and I will come for you.”  

Shifters began to come out of their cabins when the darkness lifted and the moon broke through the clouds, casting a light on the land they’d feared was gone forever. Dustin waved the shifters over to let them know it was okay—they were all going to be okay.  

But when he turned back to Notalus to thank him for his help… he was gone.   

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About the author

 

A.E. Via is an author in the beautiful gay romance genre and also founder and owner of Via Star Wings Books. Her writing embodies everything from hopelessly romantic to spicy to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she’s not clicking away at her laptop, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children.

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