Title: Storm Warrior
Series: Weavers Circle#5
Author: Jocelynn Drake & Rinda Elliott
Publisher: Drake & Elliott Publishing LLC
Release Date: January 14, 2022
Length: 80k
Genre: Romance, Fantasy
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Synopsis
Hale Anderson
The Air Weaver.
He was the freaking Air Weaver. Not exactly what he expected when he got kidnapped by the pestilents, but Hale’s good rolling with the punches.
He can take a little time away from his pursuit of a doctorate in astrophysics to save the world.
Except that the final spell is poised to kill all the Weavers and their last hope lies with him finding his soul mate.
Hale doesn’t want a soul mate. He just wants Harrison.
Harrison William Davenport III
As the Keeper of the Heart of the Earth, Harrison must bring the final key to the Weavers if they’re to stop the pestilents.
He’s trained for this task his entire life. And he’s prepared to die just like his father did with the last generation of the Weavers.
But what if saving the world isn’t enough anymore?
What if the only thing that matters is saving Hale?
Storm Warrior is the final book in The Weavers Circle series. It includes fast-paced action, a dangerous cross-country roadtrip, dirty fun in tents, flying, bi-awakening sexy times, animal shenanigans, nerdy talk about the stars, jealousy, three crazy old ladies, magic, and a fight to save the world!
Harrison had arrived at both the best and worst possible time.
Best in that it was time to fulfill his life’s goal.
Worst because the protection spell around the Weavers’ home had fallen.
The goddesses had informed him of the spell and that it would break when the Weavers Circle was complete. He’d come fully armed and anticipating problems, but considering that he was down to his last few bullets, he’d not planned for it to be quite this bad. He’d barely gotten past the swarm of pestilents.
He eyed the weapons on the table. At least he had some options if the other Weavers didn’t get the pestilents under control soon. He could use a machine gun in a pinch.
Sweat dampened his underarms and he turned a full circle, not sure what he should do next. This kind of situation was completely new to him. He was used to books. And more books. Of course, he had trained his whole life for this, but to actually be in the thick of things was new.
Shots were fired somewhere outside followed by the sound of shattering glass on the second floor. Even through the French doors, Harrison heard the birds squawking as they attacked the pestilents. An animal roared. One of the men shouted followed by the rat-a-tat-tat of more gunfire.
The noise abruptly cut off and he stared at the Air Weaver, trying to figure out what had happened. The immediate silence made his ears ring. Hale stared back at him. God, he was young. Young and very, very blond with long, wavy hair to his shoulders. Piercing, light-blue eyes looked into his soul.
“I got another protection spell up!” someone yelled from deeper inside the monstrously large place. “Is everyone alive? Call out!”
Voices shouted out as Harrison and Hale continued to stare at each other. They grew louder as the pounding footsteps rushed toward them. Something finally drew Harrison back to Hale’s side so that he positioned his body in front of the smaller man, his fingers tightening around the grip of his gun. Logic said that only the Weavers remained in the house, but some deeper need demanded he shield the helpless Weaver in front of him.
Several men filed into the room, all looking a little worse for wear. Blood smeared their clothes, but not a lot, thank goodness. A Black man was holding his arm to his chest.
“Sweetheart!” a dark-haired man shouted, hurrying to his side.
The injured man smiled sweetly. “It’s not that bad. An easy fix for Dane.” His companion seemed like he was about to argue, but Harrison’s attention was instantly drawn to another tall, Black man that had spotted Harrison and immediately aimed a gun at his head.
Harrison didn’t lower his own weapon or move from his spot in front of Hale. There were six Weavers total, including the one behind him, but there were far more men in the room than just six. Any one of them could be pestilents, but he doubted it. His first urge was to protect the Air Weaver.
“I’m here to help,” he said in a calm, even tone. The gun probably wasn’t helping settle anyone’s nerves, though.
“Who are you?” another man asked, this one with dark hair and tattoos peeking out from the sleeve of his T-shirt. An air of authority clung to him.
“My name is Harrison William Davenport III, and I promise, I was sent here.”
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Jocelynn Drake and Rinda Elliott have teamed up to combine their evil genius to create intense gay romantic suspense stories that have car chases, shoot outs, explosions, scorching hot love scenes, and tender, tear-jerking moments. Their first joint books are in the Unbreakable Bonds series.
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