Betrothed
(
Magic Matched, Book 1)
by
Lola White
Genre:
Paranormal romance/suspense
In
witching society, magic and politics are the only things that matter, and marriages
are arranged for advantage rather than love.
But neither Ileana Lovasz nor Eliasz Levy are looking for love. Humiliated by a string of broken betrothals, Ileana only wants freedom from her manipulative grandfather. Eliasz simply wants an alliance with Ileana’s brother Silviu, a man rising through the witching ranks. That is, until the Lovasz woman arrives at his home and stirs up emotions he’d never thought to feel.
Silviu has bigger things on his mind than his sister’s marriage. Georgeanne Davenold, Silviu’s betrothed and the key to his rise in power, is back in his life after a ten year separation that left her distrustful of his intentions. Their union is a novelty, spanning the divide between Matriarchal and Patriarchal Families. Their union is also alarming, combining the influence and magic of two witches only heard of in myth and legend.
Ileana, Eliasz, Silviu and Georgie must build an alliance that will help them all get what they want but, with too many lies and too many enemies, the game they’re playing turns deadly. When the two women come under attack, neither Silviu nor Eliasz knows which is the target. They only know they will protect the women their hearts have claimed as their own, even though that means defying the traditions of witching society, risking every goal they hold dear and confronting the dangerous members of their own families.
But neither Ileana Lovasz nor Eliasz Levy are looking for love. Humiliated by a string of broken betrothals, Ileana only wants freedom from her manipulative grandfather. Eliasz simply wants an alliance with Ileana’s brother Silviu, a man rising through the witching ranks. That is, until the Lovasz woman arrives at his home and stirs up emotions he’d never thought to feel.
Silviu has bigger things on his mind than his sister’s marriage. Georgeanne Davenold, Silviu’s betrothed and the key to his rise in power, is back in his life after a ten year separation that left her distrustful of his intentions. Their union is a novelty, spanning the divide between Matriarchal and Patriarchal Families. Their union is also alarming, combining the influence and magic of two witches only heard of in myth and legend.
Ileana, Eliasz, Silviu and Georgie must build an alliance that will help them all get what they want but, with too many lies and too many enemies, the game they’re playing turns deadly. When the two women come under attack, neither Silviu nor Eliasz knows which is the target. They only know they will protect the women their hearts have claimed as their own, even though that means defying the traditions of witching society, risking every goal they hold dear and confronting the dangerous members of their own families.
“Georgeanne
Davenold is now old enough for me to do exactly as I wish to her, without her
Family’s interference.”
Vasile stared at
his son for a long moment, leaving Silviu feeling weighed and measured,
evaluated in a way he’d grown used to, years before. It still wasn’t easy to
keep calm under the silver stare.
“Don’t lose your
head, my boy. This isn’t some female to take without consideration.”
Silviu hefted a
brow. “I’ve never had any complaints.”
Vasile scowled.
“You put your damned heart on your sleeve and you’ll lose every advantage
you’re likely to gain with that girl. She’s been molded in Madeleine’s image.
Do not underestimate her.”
“That’s exactly
what you want, Father. A woman as strong as Madeleine. Her entire life has been
arranged by you for that very reason. She was always meant to be Madeleine’s
second reign.”
“And your first,
but she’s your weakness,” Vasile spat, abruptly leaning forward in his chair.
One rigid finger drilled into his desktop, emphasizing his point. “I don’t know
what the hell it is about her, but I could see it the moment you met. Do not
jeopardize all we’ve worked toward for a female who will never allow you to be
her weakness. She has her own agenda and, with the sole exception of that
Beltane night, she’s never given us any reason to think she would be willing to
put it aside to please you!”
Surprise held
Silviu for a breathless moment, a hideous vulnerability sweeping over him at
how easily his father had read him. He cleared his throat with effort. “We both
want to lead the covens. What makes you think her agenda wouldn’t match mine,
if properly explained to her?”
“You won’t win the
heart of a matriarchal female,” Vasile countered. “You’re too…male, for any of
them. So, don’t even bother to try.”
Silviu hid the fear
spearing through him by slouching back in his chair, a deliberate insouciance
that was all that ever truly fooled his father. “I know. It’s a political
alliance, not a love match.”
Vasile lost some of
the tension in his shoulders. “Only Georgeanne can unlock your full potential,
only she can provide a conduit for all the magic that should rightfully be
yours. Together, you could join the Families, power from both sides of the
Schism. Just think! You will rule with your combined power over all the
covens.”
“Just as you
wanted, Father.”
With one last
searching glance, Vasile shifted back in his chair, a crafty gleam sparkling in
the depths of the eyes he finally turned on his daughter. “Eliasz wants you.”
“That’s
ridiculous,” she scoffed. “He doesn’t even know me.”
Vasile shook his
head. “There is no earthly reason why the powerful Levys would want to ally
themselves with our Family except Eliasz’s lust. We aren’t politically
relevant.”
“But that will
change,” Silviu said.
“Yes, but no one in
the Levy Family knows the extent of my plans.” Vasile raised a brow at Ileana.
“You will do everything in your power to keep Eliasz’s attention and win his
heart. Do you understand me?”
Ileana’s eyes went
wide. “Throwing me into Eliasz’s bed, then?”
Vasile pointedly
eyed the tiny skirt riding high on his daughter’s thighs. “Are you going to
tell me you’re a virgin?”
“I won’t tell you
anything on the matter at all, Father.” Ileana cocked her head. “What makes you
think this time will be any different from before? Grandfather is going to find
some reason to pull back from this alliance.”
Vasile’s hard face
went rigid. A low growl ripped from his throat. “The old fool has no idea how
much he’s cost this Family. He is the reason we have no power in the witching
world, but so long as he wields the magic of our bloodline we have no weapon
strong enough to bring him down.”
“We need this
alliance,” Silviu said, turning to take Ileana’s cold fingers and squeezing
gently. He tried to give her comfort, hope. For so long, they’d been each
other’s support in the face of their Family’s machinations. “The Levys are no
joke, Iley. This one will go through.”
“You can’t promise
that,” she argued.
“We’ll do our
best.” Vasile rapped his knuckles against his desktop. “But you’ll have to do
your part, girl. Wrap that man around your finger. I know you can do it. You
can be very charming when you put your mind to it. People naturally like you.”
“Convince him to
elope with me, perhaps?”
“If need be, yes.”
“I’ll see what I
can do.”
Silviu glanced at
his sister, the sudden calmness in her voice sounding alarms in his skull. She
only used that tone when she was about to challenge the archaic, patriarchal
rules they were forced to live by.
Vasile seemed
unaware as he moved on to his favorite subject—intrigue. “Now, as for the
meeting with the Levys, I will expect very specific things from both of you.”
It was nearly the
witching hour before they were given permission to leave their father’s
presence, lectures and orders still ringing in Silviu’s ears. When he slipped
out into the cold hallway, he shut the study door behind him carefully, calmly
and with complete control.
Only then did he
lean back against the wall, close his eyes and let a shudder born of too many
emotions to fully contain roll through him. Tension and intrigue fell from his
shoulders, making him feel half his weight, now that his father’s focused gaze
was no longer resting on him.
“Now’s your chance,
Silver,” Ileana whispered.
He nodded. “And
yours. We will both be bolder than we’ve ever dared before.”
“I’ll give it
everything I have,” she promised.
Dragging in a deep
breath, gathering his cracking armor of calm around him once more, Silviu set
off toward his bedroom, making his own plans for Georgeanne Davenold that had
nothing to do with politics, and everything to do with pleasure.
Lola White
writes what she writes, which is erotic fiction. Sometimes horror, sometimes
paranormal, sometimes romance. It’s all sexy, but never predictable because she
likes to twist reality at its edges in her stories. She likes delving into the
emotions of her characters, finding their strengths and weaknesses, and seeing (and
showing) how they get themselves out of whatever trouble has found them—if they
can. Don’t try to label her collection of tales beyond the most basic
description, EROTICA, because she writes whatever story comes to mind, whatever
speaks to her. She’s certain something in her library will speak to you, too.
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