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The
End of Hatred
Etherya's
Earth Book 1
by
Rebecca Hefner
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
These
are dangerous times on Etherya’s Earth…
Slayer Princess
Miranda, heir to the throne, has hated the Vampyres for a thousand
years. Since the Awakening, she's fought to protect her people,
choosing to be a warrior more than a royal. When a female Vampyre
washes up on the shore of her compound’s riverbank, she seizes the
moment to take the offensive.
Sathan, King of the Vampyres,
distraught at his sister’s disappearance and captivity, agrees to
travel with Miranda to resect the Blade of Pestilence, also hoping to
change his people’s state of endless war. Although the woman hates
him due to the constant raids on her compound for the Slayers’
life-giving blood, he can’t help but admire the stubborn and strong
princess.
As their journey progresses, both begin to
understand that they are aligned in their hatred of Crimeous, leader
of the Deamons, as well as their hope for peace between the Slayers
and Vampyres. Determined to fight their growing attraction, they
forge a tentative truce. But old wounds run deep and trust is scarce.
Their faith in each other must remain strong or all will be lost…
**The
Etherya's Earth series is best read in order, so that the reader can
enjoy the evolution of the characters. After all, the author loves a
good twist and wants the reader to uncover them organically. However,
readers of romance rest assured that each book has its own featured
hero/heroine and HEA.
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Latimus pulled up to the barrier that surrounded the compound. As
the three brothers exited the black Hummer, he addressed Sathan. “Be
careful. We’re here if you need us.” Sathan nodded and walked to the wall. The stones were cool against
his palm under the dark sky and silver moonlight. The force-field
that Etherya had implemented around the wall vibrated against his
hand. Pushing against the rocks, they swung open, and he walked
through. About twenty feet away, he saw a black SUV, the headlights bright.
He walked slowly toward the car. “That’s far enough,” a female voice said. “Where’s my sister?” “She’s being held in a safe place not far from here.” The woman walked forward, and he studied her in what little light he
had. Silky, raven-black hair fell straight to her shoulders.
Camouflage pants were tucked over black army boots, and she wore a
black tank top. Approaching him, he noticed how small she was.
Probably about a foot shorter than his six-foot, eight-inch frame. She stopped about two feet in front of him and lifted her chin,
training her gaze on his. He felt a sharp clenching sensation in his
solar plexus when he saw her irises. Like wet leaves that glistened
on the tree after a rainy day, they were the deepest green he had
ever seen. “You have dragged me here,” he said, regaining his composure.
“What do I have to do to get her back?” “Do you know who I am?” she asked. Her voice was clear and firm,
without a trace of fear. “The Slayer Princess Miranda,” he said. She nodded and looked down at the grass for a moment. He wondered if
she was more nervous than she appeared. Looking back up at him, she
said, “I have no wish to hurt your sister. I wish to use her to
ask you to help me.” “Force me to help you,” he said, bitterness lacing his
tone. “If you like,” she said with an absent shrug of her shoulders.
“Our people have been at war for a thousand years. We are locked
in a stalemate that neither side seems to be able to win. I have
come to the conclusion that we need to change our tactics.” “I’m listening.” She inhaled a deep breath before continuing. “I’ve grown weary
of fighting your people. I wish to form a temporary truce with you
so that I can accomplish something of great importance.” “Right,” he said, his tone suggesting that he trusted her about
as far as he could throw her. “And what is it you need from me?” “As the first-born descendants of Valktor and Markdor, our shared
blood stream could release the Blade of Pestilence. Once I have it,
I will use it to kill Crimeous and I will return your sister to you.” Sathan blinked a few times, unsure he’d heard her correctly, and
then he laughed incredulously. “Wait, are you serious?” She stood still and mute, her chin thrust up in the air, waiting for
his response. “You want me to travel to the Cave of the Sacred Prophecy with you,
release the Blade of Pestilence and then just let you go on your
merry way after you’ve kidnapped my sister?” “Yes,” she said, as if his statement hadn’t been dripping with
sarcasm. “Except that I didn’t kidnap your sister. She washed
up on the shore of our riverbank. I actually employed our doctor in
nursing her back to health. You’re welcome, by the way.” What a patronizing, cocky little bitch, Sathan thought.
Although, he had to admire how she stood her ground against him. His
physical dominance over her alone should’ve had her cowering. He
tested her will by taking a step forward, closing the distance
between them. She stood firm, tilting her chin up even more to hold
his gaze, and reluctant admiration for her courage coursed through
him. “You want me to thank you for keeping alive a hostage that you’re
now using to negotiate with me?” “It would be nice,” she said flippantly, “but I won’t hold my
breath. So, what’s it going to be? She stared up at him expectantly, as if she hadn’t just asked him
to trek over four hundred miles with her to rescue a weapon from an
ancient prophecy. “No. Now, give me my sister. I don’t know what game you’re
trying to play, but you’re obviously physically outmatched here.
I’ll give you five seconds to hand her over, or—” A sharp pain stabbed in his chest, and he gasped. Lowering his gaze
to the left side of his chest, he realized that the woman had stabbed
him with some sort of contraption. “It’s a mini-blade-loaded eight-shooter, you fucking bastard,”
she said, spittle flying from between her clenched teeth as she
pushed the contraption further into his chest. “The blade on the
top of the barrel will only hurt, since you fuckers seem to heal like
some goddamn miracle. But if I pull the trigger, it will deploy
eight tiny bullets right into your black fucking heart. Don’t make
me do it.” Pain coursed through him as well as a healthy dose of anger. And
yet, as he looked down on this tiny she-devil of a woman, he felt a
jolt of respect. She had gotten the upper hand on him. Bracing
himself, he pushed his chest further into the blade. An intense
pleasure ran through him when her eyes widened in surprise. “Go ahead,” he said, daring her. “Shoot me, princess. Let’s
see if you have the courage.” Tiny nostrils flared as she struggled to compose herself. Moments
stretched by in silence as they stood locked in a dance of wills.
“Well?” he jibed. “Haven’t you the bravery to kill me?” Stepping back, she pulled the blade from his chest but kept the
weapon aimed at his heart, her finger on the trigger. “Just like a
stupid man,” she said, disgust lacing her voice. “Killing
someone does not indicate courage or bravery. It’s the will to
find a peaceful solution that shows one’s true strength.” Huh. He didn’t expect that one. Not from the princess of the
people who were his sworn enemy. He lifted his hand to put pressure
on his bleeding wound. “Releasing the Blade of Pestilence will not
find you peace. It will lead to more war if you wish to use it to
kill Crimeous.” “Perhaps,” she said. “But like I said, our tactics have to
change. If you help me release the Blade, I promise I will return
your sister to Astaria unharmed.” He realized he believed her. Although she was a Slayer and had just
stabbed him in the chest, she betrayed a firm genuineness. “And
what about your father? The raids we hold against your people?
Surely, you cannot ask me to journey with you to the Cave knowing my
army will attack your people in another fortnight.” Her face contorted into a withering scowl. “Yes, of course. How
terrible of me to deny you the sport of hunting and killing my
people.” Remembering his earlier visit to the dungeon, he shook his head.
“And now look who’s stupid.” “What does that mean?” she asked. Choosing not to answer her, he continued. “We’re almost out of
rations from our last raid. If we don’t obtain more Slayer blood
over the next fortnight, my people will begin to starve. Ruler to
ruler, what would you have me do?” “My cousin, our army commander, has agreed to supply your compound
with blood from the injured soldiers we currently have in our
infirmary. He will bank it for you daily and deliver it to this spot
while we travel to the Cave.” “Well, you’ve just got it all figured out, haven’t you?” he
asked sarcastically. “It’s better than continuing this madness that’s been going on
for centuries, isn’t it?” she asked, her tone just as biting.
“Surely, you can agree that it can’t hurt to employ new tactics
in this age-old war. I mean, ruler to ruler, right?” She placed
her free hand on her hip and her eyebrows jutted up as she waited for
him to answer. Snarky little minx, this one was. “Even if I agreed to your plan, how could I guarantee that my
sister would be safe? For all I know, you could have your guards
murder her as soon as we leave on our journey.” “You’ll just have to trust me, I guess.” “Says the woman holding the eight-shooter to my chest.” Ever so slowly, she lowered the weapon to her side. “I don’t
want to hurt her. I’m sure you understand that if you hurt me, she
will be immediately killed. I am trusting you not to harm me until I
have the Blade in my possession. After that, once you return to your
compound and I return to mine, we can assess how … cooperative
we’ve been toward each other and chart a course forward.” And just like that, Sathan thought, the world had gone insane. The
Slayer princess was standing in front of him asking for a truce so
that they could work together to rescue the centuries-old blade that
her grandfather used to kill his parents. Fucking insane. But what was even more insane was that he was considering it. After
all, he had become frustrated with the current state of events as
well. This cycle of endless war and destruction had them on a
constant loop with no end in sight. What if he could actually work
with the princess to change the course of history? “Your father is on board with this plan?” he asked. “Yes.” Studying her, he narrowed his eyes. “I am intrigued by your
proposal but I need to discuss it with my brothers. If we are going
to move forward with this, I would ask that you turn my sister over
to me and trust that I will keep my word. How am I supposed to trust
you if you do not trust me in return?” “Good try, but no fucking way,” she said, shaking her head.
“This trust thing is going to go one way and one way only. You’ll
trust me to keep her alive and you’ll earn my trust by
helping me.” “She is an inexperienced female not used to the world outside our
walls. I worry for her health—” “She’s doing just fine. All you men think that we women just sit
around waiting for you to let us live our lives. Your sister is
strong and has already threatened to kill me about a hundred times.
She’s got more spirit than I’ve seen in half our soldiers. I
don’t wish to hurt her, and I won’t as long as you help me.” His heart warmed at the thought of Arderin putting up such a brave
fight against her captor. “I need twenty-four hours to discuss
with my brothers. I will meet you back here then.” “I want an answer now—” “No,” he said, lowering his hand from his now-mended chest.
Self-healing abilities really were amazing. “The fact that I’m
even considering your plan is making me doubt my sanity. I need to
discuss with my brothers, who are my closest advisors. If you can’t
grant me that, then we are at an impasse.” “Fine. I’ll give you until sunset tomorrow. I’ll be here.
Don’t be late.” With one last look at the impertinent little princess, he turned and
exited through the wall. His brothers were going to think he’d
gone mad for even considering this. Of that, he was sure.
The
Elusive Sun
Etherya's
Earth Book 2
Lila,
a high-born aristocrat of the Vampyre kingdom, was betrothed to
Sathan, King of the Vampyres, for a thousand years. The betrothal,
declared by the goddess Etherya, was deemed unbreakable. Although she
cared for Sathan, and loved him as her king, secretly her heart
yearned for his brother. When Sathan falls for another, Lila ends the
betrothal, terrified at what her life will become now that she won’t
be queen.
Latimus has loved Lila since they played together on
the grassy riverbank as children. Knowing that his brother was the
better man, he never begrudged his betrothal to the woman he secretly
loved. Now that Sathan has married another, Latimus becomes aware of
Lila’s feelings. Determined to push her into the arms of a worthier
man, he believes that a war-torn army commander such as he could
never offer her the life she deserves.
As the war against the
Deamons rages, Latimus fights for his people, protecting them against
the evil Dark Lord Crimeous. When Lila suffers a brutal attack,
Latimus is shaken to his core. Determined to avenge her, he
acknowledges the emotion that has always burned for her in his
blackened heart. But Lila has moved on and as the war ensues he
worries that it might be too late to claim her...
Early the next evening, they were set
to depart, and Lila gave Yemik a warm embrace. Latimus watched her
from the train. She’d been cold to him during the hour that led up
to the departure. Maybe she’d finally realized that he would never
allow himself to be with her in the way that she needed. Feeling
extra grumpy, he scowled at her as she entered the train. “I’m going to sit in the next car
with the soldiers while we ride to Lynia,” she said, her chin held
high. By the goddess, she was so regal. “Fine,” he said, clenching his jaw
as she breezed past him. Minutes passed as he fidgeted on his
tablet, missing her smell. She always seemed to use some flowery
shampoo on her long hair, and it drove him wild. Finally, they
arrived at Lynia, and she bounded from the train to meet the
compound’s governor, Breken. After they embraced, she greeted the
female reporter and cameraman, and Breken walked them from the
platform up to the surface. “As you know, we’re not as formal
here as the other compounds. Our main house only has six rooms and,
unfortunately, we can’t house you there. We’ve arranged for you
both to stay in one of the cabins out by the wall. It’s only a
ten-minute walk from the town square, and we’ve installed a phone
in each cottage that can contact the main house’s servants at any
time.” “That’s perfectly fine,” Lila
said, smiling up at him. “We appreciate your hospitality.” The next several hours were consumed
with her diplomatic activities at the main square until dawn was fast
approaching. They exchanged pleasantries with the
townspeople and bid good night to Breken. Hopping in a four-wheeler,
one of Latimus’ Lynia-based Vampyre soldiers drove them to the
cabins. The soldier deposited Lila’s massive bag into her cabin,
and she disappeared inside. Settling into his own cottage, Latimus
realized that he had finally succeeded in pushing her away. The
thought should’ve been comforting. Instead, he felt empty. After
prepping for bed, he lay on the king-sized bed, reminding himself
that he lived in a world of his own making. He was doing what was
best for her. During their time at Lynia, the hours
had bled into each other as he guarded her, always in the shadows.
She dazzled the men and women of the compound with her glowing smile
and kind disposition. He longed for the trip to end, so he could
forget the sway of her hips as she walked and the glistening of her
fangs as she’d spoken to him in the moonlight at Naria. She’d
been so cold and aloof with him since they left Naria, it unsettled
something in him. As he stood outside his cottage during
their last night at Lynia, he heard the door of her nearby cabin
close. Straining, he heard Lila talking on the phone. “Thank you, Sathan. I think it’s
what’s best for me right now. Although I miss everyone at Astaria
terribly, I just need some space.” There was a pause, and then,
“Absolutely. I’ll let him know. I will. Talk soon.” Moments later, the click of her cabin
door sounded, and he felt his eyebrows draw together. What was she
discussing with his brother? Restless, he entered his cabin to pour
some Slayer blood into the metal goblet that sat on the little table
beside his bed. Soft knocks sounded on his door, and he opened it,
knowing he’d find her. He was only wearing a pair of
sweatpants and watched her eyes dart over his naked chest. Lifting
her gaze, she said, “I need to speak to you.” Opening the door wider, he let her
breeze past him. “I’m not going to back to Astaria.
At least, not tonight. I’ve already spoken with Sathan, and he’s
approved my stay here. I need a few weeks to clear my head after the
trip. He asked that you leave two Slayer soldiers behind to guard
me.” Latimus slowly sipped from his goblet,
processing her words. “It’s not safe for a lone female to stay
behind in an unprotected cottage on our smallest compound.” “As I said, two soldiers will be
stationed outside my cabin at all times. I’ll be perfectly safe.” “I don’t like it. Crimeous has
many spies. I don’t want you left vulnerable.” Her perfect nostrils flared, and twin
splotches of anger appeared on her cheeks. “Well, it’s not your
choice. I’ve already spoken to Sathan. You and the other two
Slayer soldiers are set to depart in three hours. I’m exhausted,
so I’m heading to bed early. I just wanted you to know I wouldn’t
be with you.” She walked past him toward the door,
and he grabbed her arm. “Lila—” “Don’t touch me,” she said,
shaking off his grip. Fury swam in her gorgeous eyes. “You’ve
made it abundantly clear that you want nothing more than to be free
of my company. Well, here’s your chance. Safe travels home.”
Stalking toward the door, she shut it behind her. Latimus looked to the ceiling, praying
for patience, irritated by her regal haughtiness. Lifting his phone
from the table beside his bed, he called his brother. “Latimus. I trust Lila told you of
her plan?” “It’s not wise to leave her here
alone, Sathan. She’ll be exposed. Especially as an aristocrat on
a laborers’ compound.” “I want you to leave two of the
Slayer soldiers with her. They’ll be able to protect her.” Latimus pinched the bridge of his nose
with his thumb and index finger, annoyed. “I don’t like it.” “Sorry to hear that, but it’s her
choice. I’ll see you when you arrive at dawn. Arderin is excited
to see you.” Sighing, he shook his head at his
brother’s stubbornness. “Fine. See you in a few hours.” Restless, he packed his things and
cleaned the various weapons he’d brought with him. An hour before
dawn, he knocked on Lila’s cabin door. After a minute, she opened
it, her eyes swollen with sleep. By the goddess, she was
breathtaking, even upon waking up. How was that possible? He pushed inside and lay several
weapons on the wooden table that sat by the door. “This is a
Glock, this is an AR-15 and this is a TEC,” he said, pointing to
the various objects. “I’m going to show you how to use them and
leave them here with you.” “Latimus—” “I need some additional peace of mind
that you’ll have protection. Don’t fight me on this.” “Okay,” she said, her throat
bobbing up and down as she swallowed. Her thin arms were crossed
over her silky white robe, thrusting her voluptuous breasts toward
him. Reminding himself of his purpose, he set about showing her how
to use the weapons. Fifteen minutes
later, it was time for him to depart for the train. He’d already
informed the two Slayer soldiers that they were to stay outside her
cabin and guard her at all times. Looking down at her, he was
enveloped by a wave of sadness. Unable to lie to himself, he
realized that he would miss her terribly. “Be safe,” he said. “I will.” Left with no more words to say, he
pivoted and stalked from her cabin. He and the two Slayer soldiers
rode the four-wheeler to the platform and departed for Astaria.
Sitting on the train, he rubbed his hand over his chest, cursing his
heart. If he didn’t know better, he would think it was broken.
The
Darkness Within
Etherya's
Earth Book 3
Arderin,
princess of the illustrious Vampyre kingdom, has always marched to
the beat of her own drum. Motivated by a calling to heal others,
frustration consumes her since her brother, King Sathan, doesn’t
understand her desire to study medicine in the human world. Moreover,
the son of the Dark Lord Crimeous has moved onto their compound and
he seems obsessed with driving her absolutely insane. Hating him for
his sharp tongue and dark nature, she tries to squelch her unwelcome
attraction to him.
Darkrip has been enthralled by Arderin
since the night he knocked her unconscious and sent her down the
river, prompting the end of the War of the Species. Never has he met
a woman more beautiful and passionate. Frustrated by her dramatics
and consumed by his desire for her, he vows to stay away. For the son
of Crimeous, with his malevolent blood, could never have children or
a normal life.
When Crimeous threatens both their lives,
forcing them into a shared captivity, they do everything they can to
escape and survive. As their connection grows, so does their
attraction. Knowing they have no future together, and the
consequences of furthering their relationship would be disastrous,
they forge ahead in the conflict against the Dark Lord. But the
Universe is fickle and can muddle with even the best laid intentions…
The
Reluctant Savior
Etherya's
Earth Book 4
Evie,
daughter of virtuous Princess Rina and malicious Deamon King
Crimeous, is a woman torn in half. The first centuries of her life
taught her fervent lessons about pain and suffering. For ages, she
suppressed her mother’s noble blood, crafting a reality where she
was drifting alone, needing no one. Until an ancient prophecy calls
to her, possibly creating a purpose for her squalid
existence.
Kenden has commanded the Slayer army for a thousand
years. Strong, cunning and loyal, he longs for the day when Crimeous
has been defeated and he can settle down to build a family. Focused
on conquering the Dark Lord, he is stunned when Evie makes a brazen
demand that must be fulfilled before she chooses to fight with
them.
Although incensed by Evie’s ultimatum, Kenden has
never desired a woman more than the flame-haired vixen. Though she
stirs his ire, he also has a deep well of compassion for the beauty
who suffered so much trauma centuries ago. Together they train and by
night their connection grows, building toward the moment when they
will battle her father. But, in the end, Evie has a choice and
struggles to espouse righteousness over malevolence. For when one’s
worst fears are exposed, the evil is so much easier to embrace…
Rebecca
Hefner grew up in Western NC and now calls the Hudson River of NYC
home. In her youth she would sneak into her mother's bedroom and raid
the bookshelf, falling in love with the stories of Judith McNaught,
Sandra Brown and Nora Roberts. Years later that love of a good
romance, with lots of great characters and conflicts, has extended to
her other favorite authors such as JR Ward and Lisa Kleypas. Also a
huge Game of Thrones and Star Wars fan, she loves an epic fantasy and
a surprise twist (Luke, he IS your father). One day, over a decade
ago, she began writing her own stories and recently mustered the
courage to leave her corporate medical device sales job and become a
full-time author.
5 Fun Facts About The Etherya’s Earth Series
- The author loves pop culture references so you’ll find quite a few throughout the novels. Be on the lookout for a Princess Bride or Buffy reference or a “that’s what she said” here and there!
- Miranda is a fan of heavy metal. See if you recognize all of the songs/bands she rocks out to throughout The End of Hatred.
- One of the Slayer or Vampyre compounds on Etherya’s Earth is named for the author (Rebecca is actually the author’s middle name!). Can you guess which one?
- Crimeous was loosely influenced by Darth Vader while Miranda has shades of Princess Leia. In true Star Wars fashion, the author loves a good twist. Might we find ourselves surprised by Darkrip, Crimeous’ son? Is there more to him than meets the eye?
- Arderin is a huge Bravo fan. She references several Bravo shows in The Darkness Within!
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