Entasy (Prophecies of The Nine) by Brynn Myers Read Free Book Online Page A

was familiar and comforting, and I found myself needing to find its source. I stood and walked towards the sound, and found a room that looked as if it belonged to a noble family from another time period. The low lighting and scent of old books permeated the air as I walked further into the library.
    I sucked in a breath as I took in the room around me. There were floor to ceiling bookshelves spanning the width of the back wall. As I walked closer, I could see that the newer books had been arranged so they were at eye-level, while the older books were placed just out of reach. The slide ladder only went halfway up the shelves, making it impossible to access the older tattered books at the very top. On the opposite wall was a spiral staircase leading to a second level, but from my vantage point I could only see the dark wood paneling. There was also a mirrored wet bar in one corner of the room constructed out of a deep mahogany wood that matched the bookshelves. The ornate glass decanters and brandy snifters glinted with an amber glow as the flames from the fireplace flickered.
    I was startled out of my admiration as the scent of leather and sandalwood began to mix with the musty scent of the books. The sharp contrast compelled me to turn towards its source.
     "Dia duit mo ghrá." The low and seductive voice belonged to a tall, sexy man casually leaning against the door frame. Oh hell, the way he looked standing there in that linen shirt and black pants. His copper-colored eyes watched my every move as I tried to act as though his presence didn't affect me. His eyes shifted to the gap in my robe and he growled low as he started to move further into the room .
    The look in his eyes had me blushing as I tugged at my robe. "I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to…" My voice trailed off as he walked towards me. "I heard the music and followed the sound. I thought I could pick out a book to amuse myself."
    He smirked as he walked across the room to the bar. "Would you care for a glass of Jameson?"
    "No, thank you." I was usually not one to be at a loss for words, but in this moment I was rendered somewhat speechless. Just being in the room with him was sending shockwaves of lust right through me, and god, when he spoke…
    He poured himself a glass of the amber liquid from the tallest decanter and moved to take a seat behind the huge antique desk in the opposite corner of the room. The desk was adorned with an elaborate Celtic dragon surrounded by intricate scroll and knot work that seemed familiar somehow.
    "The carved knot work is astounding. Does it have any meaning?"
    "Yes, it is linked to my heritage and tells my history." He casually took another sip as he watched me over the rim of the glass. "Your grandmothers didn’t tell you about me?"
    The heat of his stare burned my cheeks as I turned away to look at the books on the shelf, hoping to distract my current train of thought.
    "No, why would they? I am completely in the dark about who you are, but I can’t deny that I am interested in knowing more."
    I continued to run my hands along the books, checking out the titles and pretending not to be interested in him, when all I really wanted to do was walk over to the desk and straddle him in that chair. Finally, I found an old copy of The Faerie Queene and pulled it off the shelf.
    "Do you mind if I read this one?" I carefully began to flip through the pages when the sound of leather squeaking distracted me. I froze when I felt him come up behind me. His hands gently caressed my hair as he pulled it to the side to kiss my neck.
     "I am sorry, but it was taking an unusual amount of strength for me to stay in that chair."
    "Oh, really?" I asked teasingly, biting my lower lip as I stared at him. Gods the effect this man was having on me.
     "You know, I would be happy to amuse you. You don’t have to read that book."
    I clumsily set the book back on the shelf as he captured my lips in a gentle and seductive kiss. Jolts of