Grace Unchained

Bloodrite

by Rachel Starkie

Slow Burn New Adult Fantasy Romance

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Will they be the key to her survival?

Having survived horrors, Grace Ngarra is alone. A broken beauty whose only hope is to find sanctuary. To escape enslavement, she must appeal to those who have no reason to care.

The Paranormal Council.

Will they protect her? Letting Grace find herself, peace, and a life of free will, or will they believe the lies and send her back to captivity and torment?

Author’s Note:

Grace Unchained is the 1st in a Fantasy slow burn with dark themes referenced and on the page. The romance is subtle, and the story has a strong theme of survival, finding a way to love, not just others but also oneself.

Grace purses her lips and abruptly asks. “Can I see your tiger?”

He lets out a short chuckle, only slightly turned by her immediate subject change. “Sure, why not.” With a shrug, he stands and begins to strip down. Grace goes to cover her eyes out of modesty. Though in her little dealings with other paranormals, shifters, in particular, she found were in no way modest. In fact, they often seem to prefer to wear as little clothing as possible.

“It’s okay to look,” Ryder assures her with his wide grin.

She looks between splayed fingers as her stomach does a little somersault. “Wow.” She cannot keep her thoughts to herself as her cheeks flame and her lip trembles a hair as she stares at his impressive cock.

As he drops to the ground, he smirks with a wink that doesn’t get past her. As though a blur crosses her vision, she is shocked to see a tiger shaking out its fur.

The transition is so smooth. He is now a large white tiger with amber eyes that though not within an animal, still show the mischief of his human.

Slowly and low to the ground, he moves toward her. Biting her lip, Grace raises a hand, and he instantly nuzzles into it. She laughs as his whiskers tickle her palm.

His massive head pushes her back until he can set it on her lap. She gasps as he looks up at her with widened eyes, slipping his very cold and incredibly wet nose under the top.

She smacks his head, “Hey, stop that.” With her demand she stands, stepping back with a glare.

Ryder shifts back apologetically, “I’m sorry, but I am trying to get a better handle on your scent. I believe you are my mate, but it is like something is blocking me.”

Grace watches him, unsure if he is lying. Looking to Raven and Rook is no use, as they seem to pay little attention, but she is positive they would surely attack if he meant her harm.

“What would you need to do to be sure?” she asks, unsure if she actually wants to know.

Ryder smiles easily, getting a little closer, “There are places one’s scent is strongest,” a small rumble escapes his throat. “The chest, neck, and—” he licks his lips as his eyes travel between her thighs and closes the distance between them with such speed that Grace has little time to react before he’s upon her.

Her chest heaves as she grabs his arms to keep him back. “You can smell my neck, only.” She lifts her chin, “but try anything, more, and they will peck your eyes out.”

Raven and Rook caw as though to drive her statement to the point.

“Don’t worry, I only wish to be sure,” He runs his nose from her clavicle up toward her ear, taking a low deep breath. The sensation of the heat from his breath light touch of his nose and lips on her skin makes Grace scrunch her shoulders and giggle.

Pulling away, Ryder’s lidded eyes are lustful and bright. His smile beams as he speaks. “You are my mate. I knew I was drawn to you for a reason, not just because you are beautiful or interesting.”

Grace eases him back, watching with trepidation. “And that means what? Exactly?” She was unsure what to do with this admission. She had only just escaped an insane man that wanted to possess her. Could she dare trust another? It did not matter that she felt safe with him. She had felt safe with Imp in the beginning too.

Rachel Starkie grew up in Manchester, England, residing with her supportive family. With a love for learning about animals and nature, she attended Hull University @ Scarborough, resulting in a Bachelor of Science in Coastal Marine Biology. Rachel relishes in creating worlds full of unique and amazing characters where people lose themselves.

Her outgoing nature allows her to see and feel the world at her fingertips to bring it to her readers. Inspiration comes from all angles, and you can see that in the pretty resin items that double as swag and other bits of fun. All resin is hand-poured into often commissioned molds. Rachel cannot wait to share her worlds with you, so stop in for a cuppa and sit for a spell.