Irin Chronicles - Eight EBook Bundle

She traveled to Istanbul to escape the mysterious voices that haunted her mind and discovered the protection of a supernatural brotherhood of angelic warriors.

From eleven-time USA Today bestselling author Elizabeth Hunter. Perfect for readers of Ilona Andrews, Grace Draven, and Nalini Singh.

A Paranormal Romance Series Like Nothing You've Read Before.

Hidden at the crossroads of the world is a secret brotherhood of warriors and magic scribes descended from angels. They protect the world from the sons of the Fallen, but they do it alone.

Because the women of their race were taken from them.

One woman travels to Istanbul searching for healing from the voices that torment her mind. Until a chance meeting leads her into a world she never knew... and a love that could change the heavens and the earth.

★★★★★ "A heady mix of action, magic, mystery, and romance!" —Elle, Irin Chronicles Reader

Over 10,000 five-star reviews across the series.

• Slow-burn soul-mate romance
  
• Protective warriors
• Powerful heroines
• International settings
• Complete series. No cliffhangers.

What's included

Books 1-3. Ava and Malachi's complete series.

• The Scribe
• The Singer
• The Secret
• (bonus novella) On a Clear Winter Night

Books 4-7. Standalone romances in the Irin world.

• The Staff and the Blade
• The Silent
• The Storm
• The Seeker

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From The Scribe:

“And you!” The woman was pointing at him now, aiming the can in his direction.

He brought his right thumb to his left wrist and began tracing, silently rousing the spells that would protect his senses should she choose to attack.

He felt it, the warm glow of magic spreading up his arm, suffusing his body with power, activating the tapestry of magic that protected him.

In seconds, Malachi would be covered with an armor even the fiercest warrior could not penetrate.

“Why the hell have you been following me?” she demanded.

“I haven’t been following you.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I saw these men follow you into the alley.” He lifted his hands, no longer worried about the pepper spray. He could feel the ancient power swirling over his skin. “I’m just trying to help.”

“I said don’t lie to me!” Her energy was high, her adrenaline staining the air as she walked toward him. Malachi backed away, drawing her out of the alley and into the safer street. “You were following me yesterday. You’ve been following me all morning. Why?”

How had she known?

“I haven’t been following you,” he lied. “Do you need some help? Is there someone I can call for you?” She was attracting enough attention just by her raised voice. He didn’t want to attract the police. That was the last thing either of them needed. “Put the pepper spray down. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I might. If you tell me why you were following me all morning.”

“For the last time, I have not been—”

Her temper burst. “I heard you, you lying asshole! Do I look stupid? Why were you following me?”

The ground beneath him shifted. The spells on his arms pulsed.

I heard you.

Malachi blinked as his vision scattered, and then he focused on the fearless woman in front of him.

“What did you say?”

***

Time stopped as the words left her mouth of their own volition, launching into the air between Ava and the stranger who stood at the mouth of the alley.

A thousand whispers surrounded her, and the voices of the city washed over her mind. The words flew, cutting through the cacophony that followed her. Three words that never should have left her mouth.

The man halted immediately, eyes widening as they reached him.

“What did you say?”

He knew. 

“Nothing. Leave me alone.” Forget her questions, she had to leave.

Ava stepped over the prone bodies of the strange men who were still writhing on the ground.

Instinct told her the man whose voice she’d heard following her since the day before was far more dangerous than the thugs who’d caught up with her near the bridge.

She’d been lulled by it; something about the tone and pitch of this man’s inner voice was more resonant than most. She’d allowed the voice to follow her, soothed by its tone. It had been the one pure sound in the redolent, clashing air of Istanbul.

“What did you mean, ‘I heard you?’” he called as he ran after her.

[Continue reading in The Scribe, available in this bundle.]