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Warrior is the Relentless trilogy retold in Nikolas's POV and condensed into one book.


Release Date: October 25, 2016.


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Tristan had piqued my curiosity and he knew it. Mysterious disappearances in a quiet place like Portland; that was the kind of job I couldn’t resist. “I’m sure Chris won’t mind waiting a week or so to visit Longstone.”

“Good.” He clasped his hands together. “Perhaps you should take a team with you, just in case.”

I laughed at his not so subtle attempt to get me to comply with the Council’s wishes. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary. I’m sure this is nothing Chris and I haven’t handled before.”

“Famous last words, my friend.”

The corner of my mouth lifted. “You’ll see. We’ll be in and out of Maine in no time.”





“Nikolas.” Chris’s voice was laced with amusement. “Are you planning to enter the club looking like that?”

I glanced down at my leather harness, and my jaw clenched. Chris was right, I was distracted.

“I’m going to scout the area while you cover the girl,” Chris said before he headed off in another direction, no doubt having a good laugh over my odd behavior. Wait until he heard the girl was my mate. He’d probably fall on his sword from laughing so hard.





I dropped my sword, and cradled my arms to soften the impact of her fall. My arms closed around her, and I held her against my chest as I breathed hard to maintain my cool.

The feel of her soft body against mine awoke something other than protectiveness inside me. In that moment, I didn’t want to ever let her go.





I glowered at Chris. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
His green eyes flashed with amusement. “More than you could possibly imagine. So when are you going to tell your mother you’ve met your mate? She’ll be overjoyed.”
I rubbed my face. “Khristu, don’t even mention my mother. I have enough to deal with.”
Laughter filled the room. “I’m just going to buy some popcorn, and sit back to enjoy the show.”





Sara stood shivering and facing away from us with her arms wrapped around her. She looked so small and vulnerable that my chest ached.

I pulled off my leather jacket, and walked over to drape it over her shoulders.

“I’ll get blood all over it,” she argued weakly.

I gently turned her to face me, wrapping the jacket around her to make sure she was covered and warm. My jacket swallowed her, and the sight of her in it made my Mori happy, and stirred more than my protective instincts. I released her and took a step back. “I think it can stand a little blood.”





“Good choice,” Chris commented when I reached for a double burger from the buffet. “Avoid the spaghetti. It’ll be less messy when she dumps your dinner on your head.”


I laughed and looked behind me at the girl sitting on the far side of the room. Sara had her back to me and she was saying something to her friend Jordan, waving her slice of pizza in the air for emphasis. I glanced down at my grey sweater and wondered if pizza sauce came out of wool.





I stopped in front of her. She lifted her head, her face flushed, and her beautiful green eyes pulling the air from my lungs. “No, you are not a child,” I said gruffly.


A voice in my head told me to stop, but the need to be close to her, to touch her, was too strong. She didn’t move when I lifted my hand. Her breath hitched, but her eyes never left mine as I brushed the pad of my thumb gently over her jaw. I imagined my mouth moving along her skin to finally taste her soft lips. Need tightened my gut, and my body almost trembled from the strain of denying myself what I had craved for so long.


“Sara,” I whispered hoarsely. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against hers, fighting my excited Mori and my own desire. I didn’t have the strength to pull away, not unless she asked me to.


“Yell at me. Tell me to go.”





I had to swallow a laugh, which earned me a scorching look from Sara. For once, I was staying quiet.


Tristan, on the other hand, kept digging that grave. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to embarrass you, but in your situation, you cannot take sex lightly. It would –”


She made a choked sound and fled.


“Sara, wait,” I called, but the only answer I got was the door slamming behind her.


I turned and slapped Tristan on the back. “Great job, Grandpa.”


He gave me a sheepish look. “I didn’t handle that well.”


“You think?” I sank down on the couch. “I just hope she remembers to be mad at you and not me this time.”





“Sara? Is that you?”


There was no answer. I couldn’t sense her, but I knew it was her.


“Sara, talk to me,” I pleaded softly.


We hadn’t spoken since the morning in the medical ward, and my heart squeezed painfully from the need to hear her voice. I didn’t care if she yelled at me, as long as I could hear for myself she was okay.




The line was silent and I knew she’d hung up. I sat in the dark hoping she’d call back, but after half an hour I lay down again. I finally fell asleep with the phone in one hand, and my other hand rubbing at the hollow ache in my chest.





My phone rang and I practically dove for it. I didn’t know the number, but Sara used a different one each time she called.




There was a short pause. “No, it’s Jordan.”


“Jordan?” Alarm raced through me. “What’s wrong? Where’s Sara?”


“She’s here.” Jordan’s voice caught. “She’s really sick. I-I don’t know what to do.”


Sick? Sara was half Fae and half Mohiri. She shouldn’t get sick.


“Where are you?”

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