When a villainous wizard escapes from exile, the devastatingly sexy Doomsday Brethren must defend all magickind in the spellbinding second book in bestselling author Shayla Black's seductive new paranormal series.Ex-marine Caden MacTavish has shunned his magical heritage all his life, but he will do anything to heal his desperately ill brother, a Doomsday Brethren warrior in mourning for his missing mate. Posing as a photographer, Caden must convince firecracker tabloid reporter Sydney Blair to reveal the source of her recent exposé on a supernatural power clash. Unfortunately, keeping his hands off the sizzling redhead proves as hard as getting them onto the potent and mystical Doomsday Diary he discovers at her bedside. A bloody rebellion led by an evil, power-hungry wizard is imminent. If Sydney divulges the book's existence, she will jeopardize magickind's most deeply guarded secrets and become the ruthless wizard's number one target. Caden has never trusted magic's cruel and dangerous powers, but he will protect Sydney with his life and magic -- even if it means risking his heart."A hot, exciting romance....I can't wait for more!" --New York Timesbestselling author Lara Adrian
CHAPTER ONE"WE HAVE PROBLEMS."
Caden MacTavish rolled his eyes. If Bram Rion thought that was news, it came two weeks too late.
Hovering on the edge of a bottle green armchair, Caden watched Merlin's grandson slam the door to his palatial home office, locking the Doomsday Brethren into the edgy silence with him. Each were warriors in their own way, most magical. All had the kind of mettle that would have been welcome in the Marine platoon in which Caden had served.
Without Bram's Hollywood smile, magickind's Brad Pitt looked both jumpy and grave. In fact, all the wizards, and Marrok, the former immortal and King Arthur's champion, looked grim. The tension ratcheted up, and Caden's thoughts drifted to his absent brother Lucan, a Doomsday Brethren warrior.
Please God, let this end soon.
A loud crash upstairs thumped the ceiling, shook the walls. A woman screamed, terror bleeding from her voice. On the upper floor, a door crashed open, the shrieking grew louder, and footsteps pounded above him. She was running down the stairs. Heading out the door.
Tearing out of the library, Caden raced to the shrieking blond woman, ignoring Bram's shout calling him back. He grabbed the frantic witch by her shoulders. Though likely over two hundred, she looked deceptively young. Her wide green eyes were glazed with fear.
"Wait. Please." He caught her anxious gaze. "My brother -- "
"I can't." Her voice quivered. "He's big and feral and -- snarled that I smell of another man. He ripped his chchains." Her words broke with new tears. "And lunged for my throat."
Caden closed his eyes and held in a curse. The fifth energy surrogate Lucan had frightened away in two weeks. Now what?
At the top of the stairs, Bram's sister Sabelle appeared. Her lace shirt and golden hair were askew, but her demeanor was calm. "I have Lucan under control. Let her go."
Instead, Caden clasped the witch tighter. If he released her, what would become of his brother? "He needs her. Without the energy she generates..."
Caden couldn't finish the sentence. The thought.
"He'll die." Sabelle sighed. "He misses Anka so deeply that it's unhinged him mentally. My Aunt Millie says she's never seen a case of mate mourning this severe."
More dreadful news. Where was the freaking light at the end of the tunnel? Bram and Sabelle had dragged him away from his peaceful life in Dallas two weeks ago; the hell hadn't let up since. Frustration ate his gut like acid. He didn't want to fail Lucan. Years ago, he'd been unable to save his younger brother. Damned if he'd let his older one die, too.
"If Lucan isn't taking the energy to survive from these women, how can he have enough strength to fight
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