The demonic Dark Mage has a plan--create an army of clones to destroy the world. Jason can't let him do that.
For centuries Jason Dark Eagle has dedicated his life to protecting the innocent and saving the world from the malicious intentions of a demon. Without his family, his life would be a never-ending abyss of evil.
Then Gypsy walked into the biker bar known as the Devil's Boardroom. She looked like heaven and tempted him to forget all the reasons women like her weren't a good idea. She looked sweet, kind, human.
Gypsy Royal needs to find her sister. On that path is a man chiseled in the fires of hell and goddess blessed. Just looking at Jason was pure pleasure. And when he spoke, chills of desire danced down her spine. The man was trouble. But he was supposed to be the best elite tracker in the world. She needed his skills, in more ways than one.
UnDuplicated Magic is the eighth book in Ravyn Wilde's racy paranormal series, Creatures of Myth. This intense adult romance is filled with snarky humor, supernatural suspense, and action-packed adventure. If you love sexy shamans, gorgeous gypsy's, and a host of werewolves, dragons, and vampires--not to mention a little spine-tingling terror and laugh out loud moments--you'll adore this!
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WARNING! This book includes strong language, mature themes, and sexual content, it is intended for readers over the age of 18.
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Jason Dark Eagle is tired, overwhelmed by the darkness and ready to give up on centuries of life. His two-year old grand-niece has a different plan.
The only time Jason can relax is at the annual Druid Mage/Shaman family reunion. At least he can relax when the Druid Mage teenagers aren’t blowing something up, or the dragon-shifter preteens aren’t popping into their house-size dragon form every time they sneeze.