A century’s old grudge. A burning desire for revenge. A hunger for carnage and chaos...
For years, the Mercier family has despised Elsbeth, the Red Witch. Now, with her entering their town, Melisande Mercier feels her chance for a long-awaited vengeance is finally at hand.
Yet before her plans can be put into place, the sexy sorceress finds trouble snaking its way through the halls of her manor. Downtrodden by the fact that her overwhelming desire for her cousin, Kenrick Locke, can never be, she unknowingly invites evil into her bed.
As the son of one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, her new lover seeks to unleash Hell on Earth with the Mercier family as his sacrificial pawns. Melisande’s only hope to save her family is to put aside her hatred and join forces with Elsbeth.
Can the flames of their age-old rivalry be snuffed out for the greater good? Or will their failed alliance cause the world to burn?
From the world of Falls Creek comes Book Two in The Spell Caster Diaries; a paranormal suspense series by author SF Benson!
SF Benson loves putting a spin on a story. She primarily writes romantic fantasy with unusual characters in unexpected circumstances. SF’s books feature diverse and strong characters who have to work hard to get to their happily ever after. Sometimes the playing field is fraught with supernaturals. Other times it might be a pervasive magic. No matter how you look at it, her characters know how to meet the challenge and get what they desire—love!
Published since 2016, SF has released sixteen books in five different series and has appeared in four anthologies! Under Nadirah Foxx, she’s written six books on the darker, steamier side of life.
Curious about what all SF Benson and her alter ego, Nadirah Foxx, might be up to? Check them out at https://www.authorsfbenson.com/.
When I planned the Spell Caster Diaries, I wanted to pen something that made readers salivate for more. I wanted them to question and think about the words I wrote. Well, Dark Intent pushes the envelope. There are almost-taboo moments and dark situations.
Kenrick sat upon one of the wing-backed chairs near the fireplace. He was a handsome devil in his navy-blue tailored suit. I loved the sharpness of his scruff-covered jaw, his close-cropped hair, and glowing dark skin. He was always so elegant, unlike a lot of his brothers. My cousin was everything a female could want. Even I couldn’t ignore his attractiveness. Too bad my family gave up endogamy. According to the elders, it served its purpose. Mercier sisters married Locke brothers and enabled our bloodlines to strengthen and grow. The custom had long sense fell out of practice. Those same patriarchs, after many centuries of impropriety, developed meaningless morality and claimed it didn’t look right. I sighed as I sat across from my cousin, consciously squeezing my thighs together while keeping those illicit thoughts tucked away. When I glanced up at him, I knew it was a wasted effort. Everyone knew Kenrick adored me. From the way his eyes caressed me, I realized all I had to do was say the word, and we would have a totally different type of conversation.