Lord Sevin Satyr indulges freely in the delights of the flesh within his infamous Salone di Passione, the talk of s Rome. Surely the Humans who would deny his kind their pleasures can be persuaded to share them in a new Salone he plans just for them—above all, the beautiful Alexa Patrizzi. Held in the Roman catacombs as a sex slave until he was eighteen, he finds refuge in the ElseWorld—and sexual healing in the arms of Natalia, a maenad, who thinks Luc too beautiful, too young for her. But when his mirrored eyes heat to molten silver at her touch, she can only love him more… Read an Excerpt Excerpt from Chapter 1 of Sevin, The Lords of Satyr Sevin combed his fingers through his rain-soaked raven hair, slicking it back. The woman across from him watched the gesture with thick-lashed dark eyes. Instead, she only glanced outside at the crowd and then leaned toward him with an earnest expression in her soft gray eyes.

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Capitoline Hill, Rome "Heathens! The fearful; the haters; the avid, ethnic purists; and end-of-the-world prophets.

Hundreds had come despite the gray drizzle and looming storm, all of them squeezing into the narrow streets of Capitoline. The smallest of the Seven Hills of Rome, it was thick with monuments, museums, medieval palazzi, and one very exclusive club where humans could not trespass—his infamous salon. Its magnificent staircase stretched before him, sweeping downward to the street below.

All of this grandeur only hinted at the glories to be had inside. Either they were planning a long siege or they had visions of burning him out. Good luck with that, Sevin thought grimly. The centuries-old veil of magic that had protected ElseWorld creatures such as he from human perception in this world had been destroyed only weeks ago, but the Satyr still had the ability to erect an invisible forcewall around something as small as a single building.

Someone pitched a bottle at one of the high windows and it bounced off the magic shielding it. Sharp gasps of surprise and awe filled the street in reaction. Whispers swelled into fearful shouts and dire predictions. A show of excessive force was the surest way to start trouble. He rarely questioned one of his decisions, but now— "Fifty hells! He stood nearby on the landing with his arms folded and surveyed the mob with brooding eyes.

Naturally these backward humans would all turn out to witness the comings and goings. Sevin stepped over and reached upward. With a hard jerk, he unfurled the wine-colored banners on either side of the entrance doors, formally signaling their anticipation of the upcoming Calling night.

More whispers. What was the significance of the flags? Luc had spoken in jest, but in actuality Sevin had been thinking along similar lines in all seriousness. Which meant that he was going to have to find a way to get into the good graces of these humans.

He had a solution in mind, but tonight was not the time to put his plan in motion. To matters of sensual gratification. For the Satyr had been born to act as carnal followers of the wine god, Bacchus. With the coming of the whole moon tonight, they would succumb to an inextricable sexual thrall. One that called upon them to worship the ancients through the lustful actions of their own flesh.

A craving to do so would become a fever in his blood. In the blood of all creatures from his world. During their collective erotic surrender, all would be vulnerable in the time to come and must seek out a safe haven for the hours from dusk to dawn.

Until now, no haven had been safer than the salon. Invisible to humans. But no longer. His new hire, Signorina Ella Carbone, had come slinking out to join them. When he and his brothers had reached their eighteenth year, each had in turn taken part in their first Calling, whereupon they had been gifted with a different and unique talent. His lent a special meaning to the act of coition. When he first lay with a woman he would become privy to her closely guarded secrets.

She wanted to rut with one of the legendary Satyr on this special night. To use him for the rare carnal animal he would become. To have him fornicate with her until dawn with not one, but two cocks, his sexual energy and her pleasure never flagging. And later, she hoped to lord it over the others that the powerful owner of the salon had chosen her.

One of her hands slipped under his long coat and flexed brazenly on his rear, her other slipping between the buttons of his linen shirt to stroke his chest. He caught her wrist in a hard grip and shot a dark glance in the direction of the sentry. Springing into action, the sentry briskly peeled her away and steered her inside with a determined hand at her back.

I must insist you go inside, for safety reasons, you understand. He had rules for himself as well, and rule number one was never to show favoritism by taking an employee to bed.

It was bad for morale. A carriage pulled up at the foot of the granite steps, and the woman was quickly forgotten. Bastian, his eldest brother, leaped from the conveyance, then turned to help his new wife, Silvia, alight.

As the carriage then slowly waded off through a sea of humanity, Dane, the second to youngest of the four brothers, reined in and dismounted. The trio then fought their way through the drizzle and the crowd, ignoring cries of "Heretics!

I knew I should have insisted on bringing her myself. A toucher, this brother was. And then on the opposite end of the spectrum there was Luc, who kept his hands to himself and shrugged off even the most casual touch as if it burned him.

A pixie and a fey, by the look of them. Seeing the threatening crowd, they backed off. He was on edge, had been all day. They all were. Already he could feel the temporary changes that were occurring in his blood and body. The tension that was building in him. It would break free only with the appearance of the whole moon. Only a few hours more.

Just inside the door, Bastian murmured something to his wife, and in response she put a hand to his cheek and lifted her face for his kiss. With a smile and a nod to Sevin and Luc, Silvia then entered the salon.

Her husband watched her go with a besotted look he took no pains to hide. And you might just find wedded bliss to your liking. The salon was big business in the ElseWorld community in Rome—the only one of its kind. It flourished because he excelled at running it. If he had time for little else these days, so be it. The door of this one bore the Patrizzi family crest. Sevin felt Luc tense behind him as Dane took the steps downward. Bastian moved closer to their youngest brother, ready to stop him were he to try anything foolish.

Two feminine faces peered from the carriage windows, both with blond hair. The second occupant was that friend of hers, Alexa Patrizzi. A human. He wanted to kill her. He ground his teeth against the sharp curl of attraction that speared through him. A woman whose family had all but destroyed his. It appeared she was back. Alexa Patrizzi was still inside. Dane and Bastian each grabbed one arm, restraining him. A headache. Had they touched his skin instead of the linen of his sleeve, his reaction would have been considerably more violent.

Dane had once been engaged to Alexa Patrizzi, but only through the machinations of her devious mother. Her mother had chosen the saffron-colored velvet upholstery she clung to, and for that reason alone Alexa would be glad to be rid of the conveyance.

However, she had to admit that its thick golden tassels, which sprouted at intervals along its walls, did make for convenient handholds to anchor herself in her current situation. When a particularly abrupt jostle brought her face nearer to the rain-fogged window, her eyes widened.

Her calm abruptly deserted her. Half standing, she managed to rap on the interior ceiling of the carriage, a signal for the driver to proceed. She rubbed away the condensation on the window with the heel of one hand. Peeking out through the glass again, she surreptitiously watched the sheer force that was Lord Sevin Satyr make its way down the magnificent staircase. As his dark-coated figure knifed through the crowd and the incessant gray drizzle, he looked neither left nor right, seemingly unaware of the mad scramble to get out of his path.

Her feminine sigh filled the carriage. Watching a Satyr male in the simple act of walking was a pleasure so gratifying that she would actually purchase tickets for it. There was something about the way these beautiful silver-eyed men carried themselves that spoke of brawny masculine strength and an unshakable conviction that the world was theirs to command.

What must it be like to be under the protection of a man such as this? To lie with him and be claimed by him—to be the object of his affections and lustful nature? It was a prospect that both thrilled and repelled at the same time. Unhand her, you—you devil!


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These two brothers of the Roman Satyr clan are still unmated. Sevin hasnt found a female that he wants to bond with and his concern for his damaged brother, Lucien, dictates that any female that becomes part of his life will necessarily have to accept Lucien as well--particularly during the Calling. The monthly requirement for satiation is an essential requirement to the Satyr yet Lucien must be forced to participate due to his antipathy to touch after the years of torture he has endured. Alexa has her own secrets and family complications but never imagines that the sensual pull she feels for Sevin will be acted on in such a carnal manner and result in such a life changing event. Another imaginative addition to the very erotic series about those sensual Satyr who populate regions of Italy.


These satyr men should NOT be missed! Amber is consistent! Sevin is panty melting hot, but she followed her pattern that she started with the first set of satyr men books , ending a series quickly and abruptly, but in a good yet frustrating way. Sevin is the brother that was always left behind. Many years ago, his parents died and he also lost his three brothers. Left alone at a very young age, he wondered and tries to understand his existence.

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