The triangle of love that unites them gives them the strength to go on.
Still reeling from the brutal attack that has left Templar Michael Charbon fighting for his life, Summer and warlock Troy Atwater flee with him from New York. As they head to the Silver Wood Coven for refuge, they know two things: they will not be welcome, and the coven harbors a traitor.
Though Summer still suffers from amnesia, her confidence in her strange abilities begins to grow. But never does it seem more powerful when she is with the two men that she loves. She knows in her soul that are meant to be together, in every imaginable way. Unfortunately, the two men don’t agree.
At the coven, the reception of the trio is even worse than they’d feared, as relationships and people are pushed to the breaking point. But in the turmoil, Summer’s power surfaces in unexpected ways. As she and her lovers struggle with the reality of it, a new threat creeps from the shadows.
SILVER WOOD COVEN BOOKS
Rescued (Book 1)
Stolen (Book 2)
United (Book 3)
Betrayed (Book 4)
Revealed (Book 5)
Books 1 – 5 Box Set
Lost (Book 6)
Divided (Book 7)
Gone (Book 8)
Burned (Book 9)
Reclaimed (Book 10)
Call of Fate (Book 11)
Sea of Love (Book 12)
Palace of Pleasure (Book 13)
House of Desire (Book 14)
Ship of Dreams (Book 15)
Lens of Time (Book 16)
This book has action, drama, and so much steamyness it's wild. This series is awesome.Pam Louis, Reviewer on Goodreads
Riveting! As always, Hazel Hunter keeps you on the edge of your seat. The scenes certainly got steamy in this book as Summer, Michael, and Troy finally come together as one. I'm continuing on to the next book right away!Kelly, Reviewer on Goodreads
I think what I enjoy most about this series is that it’s not just another smut series with nothing but menage sex. And hey, don't get me wrong, I certainly find that as hot as the next gal, but with this series you get that along with a heavy dose of a serious plot with believable (ok, paranormally believable) scenarios full of drama that only a great author can provide. There's more to the characters than the lust that boils between them and definite family drama, which is something everyone can relate to.Stephanie L, Amazon Reviewer
I'm still loving psycho Gideon, though it might seem morbid to see him as comic relief. When one killer meets another on the road it is still funny.Carefree Quill, Amazon Reviewer
I stopped what I was already reading and did not stop until I finished. I am drawn in and can not wait to watch this play out.Nina, Amazon Reviewer
Summer couldn’t remember enough of her life to know how good or bad it was, but she could still measure her situation against her most recent experiences.
Waking up covered in blood in Central Park with no memory of who she was or how she’d gotten there? Horrible.
Having mysterious powers that revived dead plants and caused people to be generous to her? Amazing.
Nearly being raped by a deranged immortal maniac? Terrifying.
Finding out she was a witch, falling for both an immortal warlock and an immortal witch hunter, and bouncing between a secret coven in the New Hampshire mountains and a secret order of Templars in New York City? That went all over the scale: Incredible. Confusing. Wonderful. Troubling.
Yet even with the wide range of all those experiences, none of them had prepared her for what had just happened.
Summer stared at the dead body of the Templar assassin who had just tried to kill her with a battle-axe. The gory weapon lay a few feet away next to the assassin’s decapitated head. If not for Michael Charbon diving in front of her and Troy Atwater, they would both be dead now. Michael, who had nearly been cut in two by the same axe, had pulled the weapon out of his body and used it and the last of his strength to kill the assassin. Now he lay with his head in her lap, unconscious and dying from the terrible wound in his side. The smell of blood tainted the cold, damp air, and she shook her head as something wailed in her ears.
Sirens. The police were coming. Of course they were. One man was dead, another soon would be, and while violence on the streets of New York City was common, a beheading was not.
“Summer, we have to go,” Troy said and opened the Jeep door that had been axed by the assassin. He hauled Michael Charbon’s limp, heavy body up from the blood-stained sidewalk. “In the car. Now.”
His commanding tone helped blast away Summer’s shock-induced numbness. Troy served as a field investigator for the Magus Corps, and now he sounded as if he’d shifted entirely into his soldier persona. She quickly climbed into the back seat, helping Troy as he lifted the injured Templar into the Jeep. She cradled Michael’s head with one arm and pressed her trembling hand over his wound. Blood was still streaming from it, but in that instant she knew what they had to do.
“Freeze the wound,” she said.
“What?” Troy’s shock turned to anger. “I can’t.”
“Your ability to control water can freeze his blood and tissues, Major, and it will buy us some time.” Time to do what, she wasn’t sure, but her instincts told her this was the right course. “Please, Troy. Do it now or he’ll die.”
The warlock’s jaw tightened, but when she lifted her hand away he placed his over the wound. As he closed his eyes to focus, Summer glanced over her shoulder at the dead assassin’s remains and the axe. She felt something move in her chest, a surge of power. She watched as a brilliant green light spread over the dead man and the weapon. When the light vanished, so had the body, the axe, and all of the blood.
I did that.
Summer didn’t understand the Wiccan abilities she possessed, or why in a crisis they seemed to work independently of her. But her magic had never hurt anyone. Seeing that happen again also reassured her.
If I can make a dead body and a crime scene disappear, I can save Michael. I have to.
Troy’s magic turned the air inside the Jeep frigid. Summer shivered as she watched the wounded Templar’s pale face, and saw the frost creeping across the bloody fabric of his shirt. When Troy lifted his hand, ice encased the wound, and the bleeding had stopped.
“Don’t ask,” she said when the warlock glanced out the back window and saw what she had done. “Just get us out of here.”
Troy muttered something in Welsh as he clambered in behind the wheel. He started the engine and headed down the street, just as blue and red flashing lights appeared behind them. Summer wanted to shout at him to go faster, until she realized he was driving at a normal speed to avoid drawing attention from the arriving cops. Once he turned a corner and was out of sight, he floored it. He deftly dodged through traffic and made quick turns until they were miles away and merging onto the interstate.
“We can’t take him to a hospital, not with an axe wound,” Troy told her. “He won’t live long enough to make it to Silver Wood.”
“I know,” she said and looked ahead.
The highway stretched endlessly ahead of them as she felt Michael’s skin growing cold and clammy under her palm. He was barely breathing now, and his face was so white it looked carved from alabaster.
“Troy, take the next exit, and find a place to park where we won’t be seen from the road.”
His hands tightened on the wheel. “I can’t fix this, Summer.”
She heard the pain in his voice and wished she could touch him, too.
“I know, but if you help me, I think I can repair some of the damage.”
Troy drove off an exit for Pelham Bay Park and after a few minutes pulled off onto a dirt road that led into a thickly wooded area. Once they were safely out of sight, he parked the Jeep and turned around. His gaze moved from Michael’s ice-encased wound to her face.
“So you think you can heal the dying now?”
“No. But I know I can bring dead things back to life, and when the three of us touch my power goes through the roof.” She reached out to him with her free hand, but when he didn’t take it she added, “We’re the only chance Michael has. Please, trust me.”
Troy got out of the driver’s seat and came into the back with her. He lifted Michael’s heavy, long legs and draped them across his strong thighs.
“You can’t control this power of yours yet,” he reminded her. “We could end up killing him.”
Summer saw her own pain reflected in his brilliant blue eyes.
“If we don’t try, he’ll die anyway.”
She reached down and clasped Michael’s hand. Then she reached out to Troy.
“Gods help us,” he muttered and laced his fingers through hers.
His touch kindled the power lurking inside her. It billowed and raced through her blood to every part of her body. This time she was expecting it. She wrapped her mind around it, riding it as it poured into Michael and Troy.
We cannot survive apart.
Summer stared down at the ice melting away from the terrible wound. She sent her love for Michael through her rejuvenating ability, willing his torn flesh to mend itself and restore his life. As she did, the other side of her power rose into her consciousness, cool and deliberate as it took control of her mind. She regarded the injured Templar with a fierce determination.
This warrior belongs to me. He shall not die this day.
The interior of the Jeep turned a glowing bright green as Summer’s power funneled into Michael through his wound. It burned away his bloodied shirt to expose the full horror of the wound. But a lacy web of green energy quickly formed over it. Bright red beads began to drip steadily from her fingernails as well as Troy’s. They slid across Michael’s skin to the wound, where they sank inside him.
Summer looked up to see Troy staring at her, his eyes filled with the same green light. Although he was completely under her control physically, she could sense fear for her and Michael building in his heart. Although she wished she could reassure him, it was the other who spoke to him in his mind, offering a quiet promise.
Do not be afraid, Sentinel. Your brother shall live.
Beneath the glowing web the ruined muscles and torn blood vessels slowly knit themselves whole again. Once his internal tissues were restored the sliced edges of his skin stretched over them. The web contracted to a single line of green light that fused them together and faded away to reveal a new, raw-looking pink scar. His flesh was still horribly bruised, and his side swollen. But as the power retreated back inside her she knew that the promise would be kept. Michael would survive.
Gently she drew her hand away from Troy’s. As soon as the contact ended his eyes returned to their usual radiant blue.
“Apparently you can heal people,” he said, sounding rather dazed.
When she looked down, Michael’s face had regained some color, and his broad chest rose and fell with easier, deeper breaths. His eyebrows furrowed just a little, and then his lips parted.
“Beauty,” he breathed.
One side of his mouth curved up, but then fell, as he slipped away again.