I know there is more to Kross than most people see. I mean, it's not like I've been stalking the guy, but I may or may not have happened by all the places my hand-to-hand combat instructor goes. I might possibly have watched as he played with the kids at the daycare and helped at the animal shelter in his free time.
I also may be obsessed with the man, but as long as my friends keep me from making drunken confessions that will only prove just how much Kross is not into me when he rejects me like a bad check, all will be fine. Until one of the other gargoyles on Terra Mortis falls asleep with a real girl and is rubble only hours later.
Suddenly, Kross's protective instincts are in overdrive, and as it turns out, that's because I'm his mate. As a member of the Regiulapis bloodline of gargoyles, I was born without the ability to scent my mate, but Kross is Bellalapis and had known since the first time we met.
Though his reason for not telling me immediately is solid and becomes more so once I meet the man who raised him, I can't help but be hurt. And it might not matter if the unknown person using forbidden magic against me succeeds in their mission to get rid of me completely.
A century is a long time to train for something, only to find out it was never meant to be in my life anyway. And that's exactly the shock I get, when I find my mate face-down on the sidewalk in front of the castle that serves as a training facility for special factions of immortal warriors.
Terra Mortis is an island in the Caribbean where that training facility is located, and it's supposed to be the last milestone before I'm sworn in as a master for the Praemani - a group of men who devote their entire life to the study of immortal history and hand-to-hand combat.
The problem is, I can't have a mate and be a master. Full devotion is needed for both. I've chosen my mate, but before I'm ready to claim him, I have to figure out who I am outside of the only thing I've ever known. And did I mention that celibacy is part of the full devotion to Praemani? So, yeah. I'm a 100-year-old virgin.
Can I convince my mate to accept me when I'm still struggling with being myself? And what if I'm the reason a practitioner of forbidden magic is targeting him? Can I forgive myself if I trusted the wrong person and my mate suffers for it? Can he?
Warning: Mpreg elements! Though the MCs in this book aren't and cannot get pregnant, this is a spin-off series from my Chosen series. Occasional mpreg characters might have cameos. You've been warned!
Author's note: My books have little to no angst and lots and lots of fluff! They are better listened to in order, because I kind of write them like a continuation of a story, and I don't like to repeat explanations over and over if I can help it.
No cheating, because that makes my heart hurt, and I try to avoid things that make me sad like I should be avoiding carbs.
Sorry, I just don't want anyone being disappointed if they like the angst-filled heart rippers. This story is more like a romantic comedy than a romantic drama. Enjoy! Blowing you kisses.