The Necromancer’s Smile 2: A Family Affair

by Lisa Oliver

A Family Affair - Lisa Oliver - The Necromancer's Smile
Editions:Kindle
Pages: 386

The Necromancer's Smile - Book 2 - A Family Affair

(This is not a standalone)

Necromancer Sy York and former Detective, Alpha wolf Dakar Rhodes are slowly learning to merge their lives together as true mates. With the steadfast Brock and loyal Brad, as well as Connor and Clive all sharing the estate with them, for the first time in his life, Sy feels as though he has a family around him.

But just as Sy's starts to get used to his new life, an uninvited guest to his party brings trouble to the family group. Sy's father has been scheming in the background for ten years and arrives complete with Sy's new bride. Just as Sy remembers from when he was growing up, his father flatly refuses to accept Sy and Dakar's mating and an angrily thrown power ball is just the start of the couple's problems. To add mayhem to a volatile situation, Dakar isn't handling the threat to his mating very well.

Dakar knew Sy was more powerful than him from the moment they met and has told himself a dozen times a day it didn't matter. But a person's inner thoughts have a way of exposing themselves, especially when magic users are involved. Angry and frustrated, Dakar lashes out - could this be the end of his and Sy's mating before it even has time to settle down?

Ghostly grandfathers, scheming family members, new mates, and a meddling mother in law; this book has it all. Please note this is the second book in The Necromancer's Smile trilogy. The Epilogue in this story is the prelude to book 3 and starts the thread of a new plot line. Because of this some might say that this does end on a cliffhanger although the story line in this book is resolved. You will need to read book one before reading this story.

MM, HEA, Intimate situations between male adults, along with some violence and coarse language. Not intended for people under the age of 18.

Excerpt:

“Sy, babe, sweetheart, honey buns?” Dakar edged closer to his
mate, avoiding the sparks flowing from Sy’s fingers. “As much as
this room needs a serious makeover, do you think we can keep the
fire starting to a minimum?” Brock was already stamping out
singed patches on the floor.
Sy’s whole body trembled, his eyes fixated on the spot where his
father had stood. Sharp cheekbones stood out in contrast to his
plush lips currently tightly pressed together. In that instant, Dakar
knew what an angel looked like – a vengeful, powerfully strong
angel who looked ready to smite out whole towns with one wave
of his slender fingers. Dakar wanted to get close, but his wolf’s
instinctive fear of fire made it difficult.
“Sir’s power cannot hurt you,” Brock prompted quietly, his own
stance more relaxed now Seymour was gone. “I can sense the
wards crackling around your skin.

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Sir has done a thorough job and
a timely one, I might add.”
“Yeah,” Dakar couldn’t help glancing at the crisp burned edges of
the hole in his shirt. “Sy did warn me. It’s clear I have a lot to learn
about magic user family dynamics.” He touched Sy’s shoulder
carefully, unwilling to startle him. “Sweet one, you can stand down.
Your father’s gone.”
“That man is no father of mine and he’ll be back,” Sy growled
between gritted teeth. “Brock. Protection.”
“More wards, Sir? Only I should caution you, if you plan to
extensively ward the entire estate against your father, the
neighbors might suffer some discomfort with prolonged exposure
and any of your appointments may feel unwell once they step onto
the property.”
Sy’s eyes narrowed. “Not wards. Legal protection. Legal recourse.”
His tightened lips turned up slightly in the corners. “Financial
weapons. The only thing my father cares about is his position in
society and the magical community.”
Taking a deep inhale, Sy let it out slowly and his shoulders relaxed.
“Reschedule any appointments this week, for next. Ensure the
front gates are locked and change the codes. Forward any
belongings my father left behind to the Mayfair Court Hotel. That’s
the only place in town he’d even consider staying at. Let Connor
and Clive know they aren’t to leave the estate until further notice.”
He looked up and Dakar noticed his gray eyes gleamed. “Then
contact your dear detective friend and ask him to pay us a visit as
soon as he is able to. Dakar and I will be in the library.”
“Yes, Sir.” Brock hesitated a moment. Dakar remembered that the
butler could read people’s thoughts. “Is what you’re considering a
wise idea, Sir?”
“Seymour expects me to fight him with magic in the hopes of
draining me long enough to ensure my compliance. But he’s
forgotten the main weapon against any adversary is knowledge.
You know he won’t give up.”
Dakar wasn’t sure what the hell his mate was talking about, but
Brock inclined his head slightly and disappeared from the gloomy
study. But then Sy’s hand was on his chest, fingers tracing the
mess of his shirt, his face devoid of color. Catching Sy’s fingers,
Dakar raised them to his lips and kissed them. “I’m fine, babe. I
barely had time to register what he was doing before it was all
over.”
“He’s gone too far this time.” Sy’s voice was grim. “I never fought
for anything growing up. Ignorance was one reason – it took me
years to realize that not all kids grew up controlled by their father
the way I was. By the time I worked things out, I was already
conditioned by his control and never rebelled against the things he
wanted me to do. But he’s crossed the line this time.”

COLLAPSE

About the Author

Lisa Oliver's first fiction book was The Reluctant Wolf, book one in the Cloverleah series. Since then she's written more than fifty other titles spanning a number of different series including Bound and Bonded, Stockton Wolves, Balance, The God's Made Me Do it, City Dragons, The Necromancer's Smile, and the Alpha and Omega series. A huge fan of the true mate trope, Lisa's books are all paranormal, all M/M (although a few M/M/M have crept in too) and all have an HEA.

When not writing, Lisa can be found with her nose in a book or out walking her Rotty pups. Her adult children and grandchildren have found the best way to get her off the computer is to offer her chocolate.

 


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