In the second book of the Fever series from #1 <New York Times <bestselling author Karen Marie&#160;Moning, MacKayla Lane plunges into a world of deadly sorcery and ancient secrets.
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&ldquo;Delectably dark and sexy.&rdquo;&mdash;<Chicago Tribune<

In her fight to stay alive, Mac must find the <Sinsar Dubh<&mdash;a million-year-old book of the blackest magic imaginable that holds the key to power over both the worlds of the Fae and of Man. Pursued by Fae assassins and surrounded by mysterious figures she knows she cannot trust, Mac finds herself torn between two deadly and irresistible men: V&rsquo;lane, the insatiable Fae who can turn sensual arousal into an obsession for any woman, and ever-inscrutable Jericho Barrons, a man as alluring as he is mysterious.

For centuries the world of the Fae has existed with in the shadows of that of humans. Now the walls between the two are coming down, and Mac is the only thing that stands between them.

Karen Marie Moning&rsquo;s explosive Fever series continues
DARKFEVER &bull; BLOODFEVER &bull; FAEFEVER &bull; DREAMFEVER &bull; SHADOWFEVER &bull; ICED &bull; BURNED &bull; FEVERBORN &bull; FEVERSONG &bull;&#160;HIGH VOLTAGE &bull;&#160;KINGDOM OF SHADOW AND LIGHT

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Karen Marie Moning is the internationally bestselling author of the Highlander and Fever novels. Her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Publishers Weekly bestseller lists, and have won numerous awards, including the prestigious Rita. She lives in Georgia and Florida with her husband Neil and the world-traveling cat, Moonshadow.

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In the second book of the Fever series from #1 New York Times bestselling author Karen Marie&#160;Moning, MacKayla Lane plunges into a world of deadly sorcery and ancient secrets.
&#160;
“Delectably dark and sexy.”—Chicago Tribune

In her fight to stay alive, Mac must find the Sinsar Dubh—a million-year-old book of the blackest magic imaginable that holds the key to power over both the worlds of the Fae and of Man. Pursued by Fae assassins and surrounded by mysterious figures she knows she cannot trust, Mac finds herself torn between two deadly and irresistible men: V’lane, the insatiable Fae who can turn sensual arousal into an obsession for any woman, and ever-inscrutable Jericho Barrons, a man as alluring as he is mysterious.

For centuries the world of the Fae has existed with in the shadows of that of humans. Now the walls between the two are coming down, and Mac is the only thing that stands between them.

Karen Marie Moning’s explosive Fever series continues
DARKFEVER • BLOODFEVER • FAEFEVER • DREAMFEVER • SHADOWFEVER • ICED • BURNED • FEVERBORN • FEVERSONG •&#160;HIGH VOLTAGE •&#160;KINGDOM OF SHADOW AND LIGHT

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Prologue

All of us have our little problems and insecurities. I’m no different. Back in high school when
I used to feel insecure about something, I would console myself with two thoughts: I’m pretty, and my parents love me. Between those two, I could survive anything.

Since then I’ve come to understand how little the former matters, and how bitterly the latter can be tested. What’s left then? Nothing about our appearance or who loves or hates us. Nothing about our brainpower—which, like beauty, is an unearned gift of genetics—nor even anything about what we say.

It’s our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we’re willing to die for.
My name is MacKayla Lane. I think. Some say my last name is really O’Connor. That’s another of my insecurities right now: who I am. Although, at the moment, I’m in no hurry to find out. What I am is disturbing enough.

I’m from Ashford, Georgia. I think. Lately I’ve realized I have some tricky memories I can’t quite sort through.

I’m in Ireland. When my sister, Alina, was found dead in a trash-filled alley on Dublin’s north side, the local police closed her case in record time, so I flew over to see what I could do about getting justice.

Okay, so maybe I’m not that pure.

What I really came over for was revenge. And now, after everything I’ve seen, I want it twice as bad.

I used to think my sister and I were just two nice southern girls who would get married in a few years, have babies, and settle down to a life of sipping sweet tea on a porch swing under the shade of waxy-blossomed magnolias, raising our children together near Mom and Dad and each other.

Then I discovered Alina and I descend not from good, wholesome southern stock but from an ancient Celtic bloodline of powerful sidhe-seers, people who can see the Fae, a terrifying race of otherworldly beings that have lived secretly among us for thousands of years, cloaked in illusions and lies.&#160; Governed loosely by a queen, and even more loosely by a Compact few support and many ignore, they have preyed on humans for millennia.

Supposedly I’m one of the most powerful sidheseers ever born. Not only can I see the Fae, I can sense their sacred relics that hold the deadliest and most powerful of their magic.

I can find them.

I can use them.

I’ve already found the mythic Spear of Luin, one of only two weapons capable of killing an immortal Fae. I’m also a Null—a person who can temporarily freeze a Fae and cancel out its power with the mere touch of my hands. It helps me kick butt when I need to, and lately, every time I turn around, I need to.

My world began falling apart with the death of my sister, and hasn’t stopped since. And it’s not just my world that’s in trouble; it’s your world, too.

The walls between Man and Faery are coming down.

I don’t know why or how. I only know they are. I know it in my sidhe-seer blood. On a dark Fae wind, I taste the metallic tang of a bloody and terrible war coming. In the distant air, I hear the thunderclap of sharp-bladed hooves as Fae stallions circle impatiently, ready to charge down on us in the ancient, forbidden Wild Hunt.

I know who killed my sister. I’ve stared into the murderous eyes of the one who seduced, used, and destroyed her. Not quite Fae, not quite human, he calls himself the Lord Master, and he’s been opening portals between realms, bringing Unseelie through to our world.

The Fae consist of two adversarial courts with their own Royal Houses and unique castes: the Light or Seelie Court, and the Dark or Unseelie Court. Don’t let the light and dark stuff deceive you: They’re both deadly. Scary thing is the Seelie considered their darker brethren, the Unseelie, so abominable that they imprisoned themthemselves a few hundred eons ago. When one Fae fears another Fae, you know you’ve got problems.

Now the Lord Master is freeing the darkest, most dangerous of our enemies, turning them loose on our world, and teaching them to infiltrate our society. When these monsters walk down our streets, you see only the “glamour” they throw: the illusion of a beautiful human woman, man, or child.

I see what they really are.

I have no doubt I would have ended up every bit as dead as my sister shortly after I arrived in Dublin, if I’d not stumbled into a bookstore owned by the enigmatic Jericho Barrons. I have no idea who or what he is, or what he’s after, but he knows more about what I am and what’s going on out there than anyone else I’ve met, and I need that knowledge.

When I had no place to turn, Jericho Barrons took me in, taught me, opened my eyes, and helped me survive. Granted, he di…