Lock and Key
by Evangeline Anderson
(Nocturne Academy, #1)
Publication date: January 18th 2020
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
What do a mysterious necklace, forbidden Blood Magic rituals, and a sarcastic Nocturne boy with the face of a fallen angel all have in common?
Since I started school at Nocturne Academy, strange happenings have befallen me. The weird key-shaped necklace I found at a flea market chokes me every time I try to take it off. Also, a tall, beautiful, and bitingly sarcastic Nocturne has the lock that matches it.
His name is Griffin Darkheart, and—like this freaking necklace—I can’t seem to stay away from him, though he’s being Censured for mysterious crimes. Among a student body composed of vampires, witches, were-dragons, and fairies, I no longer know what my future holds.
To heck with graduating with honors. I’m just hoping to graduate alive. Nocturne Academy is full of deadly dangers.
And I’ve already got a target on my back…
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Excerpt from Lock and Key by Evangeline Anderson
“You’re claiming her, Fanger?” he snarled.
“I am. Megan Latimer is mine.” Griffin’s eyes glowed bright silver with the intensity of his statement. But still the big Drake wouldn’t back off.
“Bullshit,” Sanchez sneered. “I don’t see your mark on her.”
Without a word, Griffin bared his fangs and pushed the pad of his thumb against one sharp point. I had only a moment to see a dark droplet of blood well up before he was pressing his thumb to my forehead at the spot right between my eyebrows.
I felt a cool tingling which started at the spot where his blood had touched my forehead and spread quickly through my body. It was like I had stepped naked out into a snowstorm and I could feel each individual snowflake melting into my exposed flesh.
I wanted to jerk away and protest this strange treatment and the weird feelings that followed. I mean, what the hell was Griffin doing? But the way he and Sanchez were glaring at each other let me know it wasn’t a good time to interrupt.
The big Drake shook his head bullishly.
“You fucking fanger.”
“Call me what you want—no one can dispute that Megan is mine. So get your hands off her. Now.”
There was power in Griffin’s voice—a muted force that nevertheless spoke as loudly as if he’d cocked a shotgun or revved a chainsaw behind me.
“You got no right to mark her—she’s a Sister and you’re a Nocturne. It’s against the Edict,” Sanchez pointed out, but I could see the unease growing in his yellow eyes.
“And yet, I marked her anyway. Do you want to put it to the test?” Griffin asked with deceptive mildness. “No matter how big your Drake is, I think you know I could control it—all of my line have always had power over beasts.” He cocked his head to one side, considering Sanchez thoughtfully. “Would you like me to make you bite off the tip of your own tail? Or maybe I should have you rip your wings to shreds with your own talons?”
Sanchez cursed loudly in Spanish but he finally let go of my arm.
“This isn’t over,” he growled at me and pointed to his face. “You’re going to fix this you little puta-bruja! You’re going to fix what you did!”
Then he turned and stalked away angrily, his broad shoulders stiff with rage and his ham-sized hands curled into fists at his sides.
Evangeline Anderson is the USA Today and NYT Best Selling Author of the Brides of the Kindred, Alien Mate Index, and Born to Darkness series. She is thirty-something and lives in Florida with a husband, a son, and two cats. She had been writing erotic fiction for her own gratification for a number of years before it occurred to her to try and get paid for it. To her delight, she found that it was actually possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has been writing paranormal and Sci-fi erotica steadily ever since.