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Lilly Tremaine inherits a house and along with it, Faelen, a shape-shifting wyvern who wants to make all her fantasies come true. But sometimes, fantasy can make reality seem like a walk in the park.

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    Lilly Tremainehas had a less than stellar year. She caught her fiancé cheating on her, on her desk no less so when she inherits a house in England, she leaps at the chance to start over. But Lilly gets more than she bargained for when she arrives and discovers that the house already has a longtime resident and nothing in her wildest dreams could prepare her for what comes next.


    Faelen McKenna has been around the block a time or two. The shape-shifting wyvern was enslaved long ago by Tremaine to protect his sister and he has been with the family ever since. Immediately drawn to Lilly, he leads her to a whole new world. Will she be the one to free him from the curse? Does she possess The Last Legacy?


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    The Last Legacy - print

    The Last Legacy - print

    Lilly Tremaine inherits a house and along with it, Faelen, a shape-shifting wyvern who wants to make all her fantasies come true. But sometimes, fantasy can make reality seem like a walk in the park.



    He grinned mischievously at her and began to speak in a monotone. “You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind, a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s the signpost up ahead: Your next stop: The Twilight Zone.” And because they were where they were, the theme song began to play on the radio.

    “Make that stop!” She put her hands over her ears and closed her eyes. What if she turned her head and that banshee thing was looking in her window? She would die on the spot. She hated that movie, hated that part of the movie even more so. It still had the power to give her chills. Lilly would imagine the hag sitting on a tree branch outside her window only waiting for her to look at her before she ripped out her heart. She opened one eye and looked around, it all looked normal, but that’s exactly when they fooled you.

    “Lilly, calm down. This isn’t the Twilight Zone. It’s only another place, slightly to left of the center of the universe. My kind isn’t normal, so we don’t have a normal pub out where just anyone can find it. This is the land of magic, the fairy, if you will. One owns the pub, in fact. Come on.” He got out and hurried around to open her door.

    She sat with her fists clenched tightly in her lap. When he opened the door and the light came on, she gave another squeak and cringed. “Don’t be the banshee lady.”

    “Lilly! I’m not the banshee lady. She owns the music store down the street. She’s very nice.”

    Despite his reasonable tone, she refused to leave the safety of the car. Instead, she curled up a little further in the seat. He squatted down beside her and put his hand on hers, giving it a tug. “Come on.”

    “No, you go on ahead, I’ll be fine right here, honest.” She closed her eyes again.

    “I will protect you, I promise.” He sounded sincere, plus, she hadn’t heard any banshees howling yet.

    She cracked one eye open. “Swear?”

    “Yes.” He raised his right hand and gave her a solemn look.

    She stared back just as solemnly then, with a decisive nod let him help her out of the car. Her legs were shaky, but the warmth of his hand on her arm was reassuring. Lilly smoothed her dress, then her hair.

    “Stop fidgeting, you look fine.” He put his arm around her waist as he led her to the door of the pub. Soon they stood before an ancient round door studded with square-headed nails. It looked like the entrance to a dungeon, or hell. Either way, she was sure whatever lay behind it would terrify her. Banshees? There were actually banshees? This sucked rocks.

    Faelen knocked, and a small panel about midway on the door opened.

    “Who is it?” someone hissed.

    “Who the hell do you think?” Faelen leaned down and glared at the person behind the door. “Let me in, dammit. It’s cold.”

    “Bloody hell, you again?” The panel slid closed and Lilly sighed in relief. Good, they couldn’t go in; she was fine with that, really. Then came a sound designed to fill a person with dread, a sound to chill the bones, and still the beating of a person’s heart. It was the creaking of the door opening to let them in.

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