Something elven this way comes…
5 books from the Trouble with Elves series by Decadent Kane
Book 1~ Ribbon of Darkness
An old family secret draws Ribbon into an Elven world while Draven is forced to find a way to drag her back home to save Christmas magic.
Book 2~ Tempting Clover
Breaking a goblin’s curse is more difficult than Clover thought. Especially when love and nightshade are crucial ingredients.
Book 3~ Steele Your Soul
Stolen souls, an evil drow elf, a dark eyed beauty named Pepper, and a king who doesn’t take kindly to the loss of his goods…Captain Joren Steele has his hands full.
Book 4~ A Hint of Cayenne
Two bounty hunting elves must put aside their attraction to each other when a malevolent fairy comes up for grabs. Cayenne and Hawthorne both need the twenty gold reward, but only one can walk away with it.
Book 5~ A Whisper of Rue
When a package magically shows up in Rue’s home, she’ll have two choices. Either do as Gage demands, or standby as an elf is tortured.
Join the elf side…
~ Bewitching BT
Guest Post: When I’m not writing…
by Decadent Kane
I do many things, I really enjoy crafts. My current Obsession, since my new title has to do with obsessions, is wire jewelry and more. I make all sorts of things out of colored wire and beads. Elf ear wraps are my current lesson. I’m teaching myself and I have made a few pretty interesting sets. Also elven ear cuffs.
I have been trying some pendants, bracelets, and earrings as well… but as obsession goes, the elven stuff is my main focus.
I also do wood burning- I love the smell of wood burning. Makes me miss camping during the summer months.
I also have a healthy obsession for reading… I have so many books that my Manly Man is actually making me a library out of the walls in my office so I have more room for them. Isn’t he sweet?
What are your obsessions- I mean hobbies?
Ribbon of Darkness:
Draven turned her around in his arms. “I’d suggest you watch yourself if you wish to keep your clothes while we walk the next few miles to the Pole. I have absolutely no qualms about taking
you right here, snow and all.” Draven leaned in close to her face. His lips hovered over hers, causing Ribbon to bite her lip just so she didn’t close the small distance between them. “Trust me, Donella, when I tell you the cold will be the last thing on your pretty little mind.” His eyes slid half-closed.
“You’re already wet. I could claim you. Didn’t you say you wanted to have an orgasm, that it was torture?” Malik’s words came out low and sinister. Clover suddenly regretted ever wanting an orgasm, or at least telling him so.
She held her breath. Oh God. He’s going to take me. Clover fought harder and he let her break away. His laughter filled the air between them. Her chest heaved with fear, her breath coming in hard gasps.
“However, it wouldn’t satisfy me little morsel. You could never please me properly.” He walked past her laughing as he went to his lab to make more human potions.
Steele Your Soul:
He coaxed her lips apart for the briefest of moments before her hand came up and landed a stinging blow to his cheek. Amused, Joren laughed, a full belly laugh. The kind of thing he hadn’t done in ages. The lass was a feisty one; he’d give her credit. And oh so pretty when angered. Her cheeks had flushed a dark shade of pink, and her brown eyes darted all over the ship, anywhere but on his. He rubbed his cheek. She had a solid swing. He licked his lips to savor the sweet taste of her mouth.
“How dare you!”
“How dare I? Oh, elfess, I dare all the damn time. I’m a pirate.” He wanted to scoop her up and haul her off to his bed. But he wasn’t the kind of elf who took advantage in such a way—no, she’d come to him instead. He might even play hard to get. But she would come.
A Hint of Cayenne:
Hawthorn stood before her. Dark hooded eyes, broad shoulders filling up the space, and every bit the male she had seen a few hours ago. A jar of honey in his hand.
“What are you…how could––”
“I find you?” His voice rolled out calm and deep, slipping over her and moistening her panties.
“Yes. Find me.” She swallowed. She looked at the jar of honey and back to him. His gaze bore into hers, and she averted her eyes opening the door. “Come in.”
He walked over the threshold, his boots thumping softly on the floor. “I have a knack for finding the things I’m after.” He grinned.
Cocky bastard. She shut the door and crossed her arms. “And what are you doing here?” Inside, butterflies tossed in her stomach. She wanted him to say he’d come for her but, at the same time, was terrified at the thought of hearing him say it. Her mind jumped from one side to the other. Her hands fisted shirt where he couldn’t see.
“I told you I’d find you.” He took one long stride toward her. “We left things a little…” He took another step, and she backed up until she hit the wall. “Steamy.” His voice dropped so low she barely heard the last word. Her heart hammered at her ribcage.
“What…ah.” She cleared her throat. “What do you want?”
Thorn put his free hand on the wall beside her, and she melted into him. How had he gotten so elfing good at teasing her? “I want you of course,” he said, his lips barely above hers.
A Whisper of Rue:
“Rue, you can call me every name in your pretty little head but it won’t change anything. Afraid you’re stuck with me, and your decisions will affect everything. But you’re stubborn and you won’t see things my way instantly. You’ll need proof. I understand. But don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he stated.
Proof of what? He was playing games with her and she wasn’t in the elfing mood. He had no right to come in her home. No right to make demands on her. No right to invade every inch of her privacy. She wanted the earpiece out. Why’d she have to get all curious and put the stupid thing in to begin with? Her mother always said her curiosity would lead her to trouble one day and Rue had the dreadful sense that today was that day. “I don’t know why you chose me to do whatever it is you need. Probably something horrible. But quit fucking around and remove the spell.”
“You want it removed?”
“Yes.” She hissed the word. Her anger bubbled inside threatening to tear her apart, mainly because she couldn’t see the man attempting to control her.
“Then come and find me.”
About the Author & Links:
An elfess in human form, Decadent enjoys dipping her fingers into the human realm where she took pen to paper and began the tales of the trouble with elves. Her obsessions include reading, Dean Winchester, and honey.
She will devour your soul with glimpses of the feral ridden drow elves, with their dark skin and soul consuming. She’ll sneak morsels of naughty thoughts to you via goblins, and seduce you into stepping inside the elven realm where females disappear when lust takes over among other elfish troubles.
Beware the sprites.
Follow the wisps.
But never look a drow elf king in the eyes…