BOOK TOUR: Reunited by Drako (Excerpt & Giveaway)

 

Three witches
take on the ancient lineage of the Coven, witches tasked with fighting
supernatural forces. The Coven grows and so do their problems.

 

Reunited

The Coven Book 3

By Drako

Genre: LGTQ Paranormal
Romance 

 

Talis went into his father’s room and went through his clothes.

“God, Dad, why are you so flamboyant?” He muttered as he went through the large selection of clothes.

“Only you would come into my room without asking first.” Wes was standing several feet away leaning against the wall casually.

“Only you wouldn’t think to bring me some normal damn clothes,” Talis shot back.

“Maybe I did and didn’t tell you,” Wes pointed out.

“I don’t have time for your bullshit, Dad,” Talis told him exasperatedly.

Wes rolled his eyes. “Let me help, at least. You’ll spend all day and hate everything even if it looks great on you.”

Talis glared at his father but finally agreed. Wes swiftly picked out an outfit, black slacks, and a button-down shirt to match, with a blue button up vest to go over it. Black socks and some casual slip-on shoes completed the outfit.

“Dad, there’s this wonderful invention called jeans. You should try it,” Talis pointed out sarcastically.

“Shut up and put on the damn clothes,” Wes ordered.

Talis scowled but did as he was told. As he did, he had the thought cross his mind that normally he’d change alone. He didn’t much care now. Once he was fully dressed, his father stepped behind him and pulled his hair back, tying it so that it would not fall in his face but still hung low.

“You look so much better this way,” Wes commented.

“Fuck off, Dad,” Talis responded.

“Ah, so it’s my turn to have one of these in-depth emotional discussions.” Wes walked away to take a seat in a chair by a window. “Let me make this simple for you. I am not apologizing for not honoring that one part of your wishes. You are my son, and I love you. I do not appreciate you being put in a position to have to sacrifice everything for the sake of everyone but yourself. I do not appreciate you losing your life when you had so much more to live. You have a husband and now, a son. You have reasons to continue living. I had the means and the ability to bring you back, so I did.”

 

 

Teryn and Cian walked into the kitchen at the same time as Talis and Dion.

“So, did anyone actually cook today?” Talis asked.

“Sleep sounded like a better idea,” Teryn replied.

“So, we’re making sandwiches then?” Dion asked.

Cian went to the refrigerator and peered inside. “We’ve got leftover baked chicken. Sounds like a plan.”

Companionable silence descended as they worked together to fix their easy meal. They stood around the kitchen island to fix their sandwiches and to eat.

“So, this is cozy,” Teryn ventured.

“It’s weird,” Talis muttered.

“Normal is overrated, remember?” Cian reminded him of his own casual saying.

“Ok, true, but it’s weird knowing we were all doing the same thing and had the same idea after,” Talis replied.

“Pretty sure there were some differences,” Dion added.

“Sex, shower, deep emotional conversation we wouldn’t normally have, then feed,” Teryn listed.

“Ok, that’s beyond weird. It’s creepy,” Dion told her.

“But it explains so much.” Talis smirked at his sister. “My loving sister is already getting mood swings, and she had an emotional moment that I picked up on to have my own.”

Teryn flipped him off and Cian laughed.

“Someone fill me in,” Dion requested. “I’ve clearly missed something.”

“Teryn’s pregnant,” Talis said simply.

“Gods I hate men,” Teryn griped before taking an aggressive bite out of her sandwich.

“So, what happened?” Talis asked her.

Teryn refused to answer, instead just glaring at him.

“The button broke on her jeans as she was trying to get out of them,” Cian answered for her.

Teryn scowled. “Why would you tell Talis that? I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“I fail to see why I’d have anything to say on that,” Talis said with mock indignation. “Gaining weight is natural when you’re pregnant.”

“Bite me, jackass. What was your moment about?” she demanded.

Talis took a page out of her book and refused to answer, so Dion did it for him.

“Anthony came up in conversation.”

Teryn smirked at her brother. “Explain that, jerk.”

“Oh fun, I see you’ve entered into full bitch mode,” Talis said sarcastically.

“I’m pregnant, you dick. I’ve got a reason. What’s your excuse?”

“Empath,” Talis said simply.

“It’s also who he is as a person,” Cian added.

Talis flipped him off. “That’s the last time I’ll be on your side for anything.”

“That still makes you a dick,” Cian replied.

“Why do we never have adult conversations?” Dion wondered aloud.

“Because Talis is a dick, Cian’s an asshole, and I’m stuck with both of them,” Teryn supplied.

“And you’re still a bitch,” Talis added.

Teryn shrugged. “At least I’m the head bitch in charge.”

“So, you’re taking over as head of the Coven then?” Talis asked.

“In charge of the manor,” Teryn corrected.

“That doesn’t help me at all.” Talis bit into his sandwich.

Dion shook his head. “I married into a family of lunatics.”

“I said the same thing,” Cian agreed.