Sin & Redemption

By Selena Page

Alynia Caprice is the officer you call when you need to stop the bad guys, both magical and human. When her former partner and lover resurfaces as the leader of a South Florida drug cartel, she's the first one in line to bring him in. Regardless of the yearning igniting her soul when their eyes meet once again.

Iowin Tintreach made a choice to stand with his family, even as it cost him the one woman he'd ever truly loved. Knowing she's hot on his trail sets off all manner of emotions within him he thought long buried.

On an island paradise, the two will need to reconcile their shattered past if they are going to survive an enemy more explosive and dangerous than the passion between them.

Content Warning: Explicit love scenes, naughty language, and sexy magical secrets. Intended for mature audiences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selena Page
• Release date: Feb 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370848706

Selena Page

Selena Page is the author of the Caprice Chronicles, a paranormal romance series centered around a family of cursed witches and warlocks. Her heroes are hot, her heroines are sassy, and the spellbinding chemistry that results will blow your mind.A foodie, knitter and lover of daring bodice rippers, Selena writes from her beachfront home in Galveston, TX, and spends her spare time relaxing in the sand and playing in the waves with her viking husband and her three corgis by her side.

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She’d loved him. Once upon a time, in what felt like a million lifetimes ago, she’d truly loved him. Iowin Tintreach, blond haired and with eyes too green to be anything but otherworldly. A mark of his family line, he’d once joked. Wizards of the Tintreach variety wore their power on their person in some way. His uncle’s shadow was always a half step ahead of him, for instance. His grandmother’s laugh had a touchable quality and would make anyone smile. Sean Tintreach, his older brother, always ran slightly hot to the touch. Like a fever crept into his blood at birth and never quite went away.

For Iowin, it was the eyes. His were the proverbial gateway to his soul, the tell that made him the worst poker player in the world. They glittered, those eyes, enveloped in the heredity of Ireland that continued to kiss his speech even after decades of living in America. It drove her crazy, the way that accent grew heavier the more he drank or when the night was at its darkest and the sheets were warm and duty had nearly sucked the will to live from their hearts. He’d speak to her in that low, melting tone, and she tasted his homeland on those lips--

--before it had all gone to shit.

Tintreach. It’s done, Lieutenant Alynia Caprice lifted her gun and put her finger on the trigger, trying not to find the double meaning in her words. I’ve found you. You have to come with me.

To his credit, he didn’t so much as twitch. His bodyguards did that for him, fanning out in a semi-circle of promised pain. Glocks appeared from suit jackets specifically tailored to hide them, an array of clicking sounds as safeties popped and rounds chambered filling the hush of the church. Almost like a reverent hymn to the long forgotten god of war, or maybe that was the god of death?

Judging from the amount of hardware currently aimed at her forehead, she was willing to bet that it was both.

Iowin stood with his back to her, and if he was cognizant of the power she quietly channeled through the beads in her upraised left hand, he didn’t show it. Stars above, there was no way he wouldn’t feel that magic. No one as talented in the craft as he was could have missed the mystical workings of her will. Hell, he created the artifact in her hand. Beads of Binding, he’d called them. It was the only way to bring down a magic user safely and ensure they stayed right where you put them. How many rogue witches had they captured together with that exact item? Too many. Just like too many deaths now rested on his head, too much blood to let him walk away.

It took less than a heartbeat for the cathedral-like church to become the latest in a long line of standoffs between the law and the mob. Moonstone beads glinted in the morning light, sending shards of cast-off colors across the polished floor. Stained glass windows added pigment to the shadows, smudging a surrealistic quality over the world, combining with the heat of a Florida autumn to make the situation that much more exacerbating. She felt more like a gingerbread man baking in a cavernous oven than an officer about to discharge her duty. Only this act wouldn’t be recreated in sugar on someone’s Christmas dinner table.

Sweat slicked the back of her neck, turning the midnight wisps of hair that had managed to escape her haphazard ponytail into sticky reminders of how much this sucked. All it would take was a single word, and the world would erupt in blood and bullets.

Iowin, she said softly. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Come with me.

Itchy fingers slid against solid triggers, the tiny metallic creaks echoing in her ears like trumpet blasts.

Nia, he replied just as softly. It’s been a while. How’s the family?

Peachy as always, she kept that gun level with his heart. They miss you. You shouldn’t wait so long between visits.

He chuckled, the sound mirthless. Everyone is always so busy these days.

We have time. Like now. How’s now work for you? I’ve even brought you a present. Turn around, hold out your right hand, and I’ll give it to you.

Much to her surprise, he did--minus the holding out of his hand. Just a glance over his shoulder, a slight movement of his head, and the weight of those jade eyes plowed into her with sledgehammer-like force.

If anyone asked if she’d hunt down Iowin Tintreach, she’d have laughed in their faces. One of the most decorated cops on the mundane police force and one of the most dedicated crusaders for justice within the circles of magic, the thought of Iowin going dark was unfathomable. His brother had. But the sins of a family member shouldn’t be held against another. He’d personally led the movement against the ancient law of cursing entire bloodlines just for the actions of one individual.

Coming from a cursed bloodline, herself, she totally understood.

But there he stood, all six-foot-six of rangy muscle and stunning tanned features wrapped in enough silk Armani to impress the Corleone family. With an empire of drug dealers, gang-bangers, and contract killers running through the streets of Miami at his beck and call. They all bore the three-pronged lightning bolt tattoo that was the calling card of the Tintreach Family.

They took their orders from the head Tintreach sibling, which until five years ago was Sean Tintreach. Known in magical circles as Sean the Black or Sean Shadowbringer for the drug he’d created, the ShadowBlack that had nearly replaced Molly as the drug of choice on the Miami club scene. Hundreds of people on South Beach had imbibed the jet-colored liquid, exulting in pleasure as their life force was siphoned away a piece at a time. Right into Sean’s greedy little soul, granting him a kind of immortality.

She and Iowin had made it their purpose in life to get ShadowBlack off the streets. Until something went horribly, completely sideways. Something that caused Iowin to don the crown as Tintreach Mob Boss Incumbent before Sean’s body grew cold.

Idly, she wondered what the magical community called him now. ‘Iowin the Just’ wasn’t so just anymore.

The step back she took wasn’t entirely involuntary and had nothing to do with the weight of his stare. Or so she tried to tell herself. More to square her shoulders, readjust her grip on gun and beads alike, and behave like the officer of the law she was supposed to be.

I won’t ask again.

Then don’t ask, he spun around fully, shadows drifting through those magnificent eyes. "You know