A Very Levet Christmas (Guardians of Eternity) by Alexandra Ivy

gave him a warm hug before she stood upright and stepped back. “Come in.”
    Together they moved from the foyer, directly to the large living room that had been cleared of guests. In their place were five tiny bassinettes that were lined up next to the window.
    “ Ma belle . You look radiant,” Levet said, running an appreciative glance over the delicate female with golden blond hair and large hazel eyes that were thickly lashed. “How do you feel?”
    With a smile that spoke of a maternal love mere males would never comprehend, Harley reached into the nearest bassinette to pull out a tiny creature tightly wrapped in pink blankets.
    “Complete,” she answered with a radiant smile. “Would you like to hold Holly?”
    “Moi?” Levet’s eyes widened in shock. No one ever trusted him with anything important. “Are you certain?”
    “Of course I’m certain.” Bending down, Harley gently placed the tiny bundle in Levet’s arms, planting a kiss between his horns. “You’re family.”
    “Family.” A glorious surge of happiness filled Levet’s heart as he glanced down at the miniature face that was an exact replica of Harley’s. “ Oui .”
    “Merry Christmas, Levet,” Harley murmured softly.
    Levet’s wings fluttered with joy. “Merry Christmas . . . everyone.”

Please turn the page for an exciting sneak peek of
    BLOOD ASSASSIN,
    the next exciting installment
in Alexandra Ivy’s new series
     
    The Sentinels,
     
    coming in January 2015!
    Sentinels
    The history of the Sentinels was mysterious even among the high-bloods.
    Most people knew that there were two sects of the dangerous warriors. The guardian Sentinels who possessed innate magic and were trained by the monks. They were heavily tattooed to withstand magical attacks, as well as any mind-control, and were used to protect those high-bloods who were vulnerable when they were forced to travel away from the protection of Valhalla.
    And then there were the hunter Sentinels. They had no magic, but they were equally lethal. Hunters were used to enforce the laws of Valhalla, and since they were able to “pass” as human and capable of moving through the world undetected, they were used to track down high-bloods who might be a danger to themselves or others.
    It was also well known that both sects of Sentinels were stronger and faster than humans, with an endurance that was off the charts. And both were trained to kill with their hands as well as most known weapons.
    But that was as far as public knowledge went.
    How they were chosen and how they’d become the protectors of the high-bloods were closely guarded secrets.
    No one but Sentinels knew what happened behind the thick walls of the monasteries where they were trained.
    Chapter 1
    One glance into the private gym would cause most humans to flee in humiliation.
    What normal male would want to lift weights next to the dozen Sentinels?
    Not only were the warriors six-foot plus of pure chiseled muscles and bad attitudes, but the very air reeked of aggression and testosterone-fueled competition.
    Hardly a place for the weekend jock trying to battle the bulge.
    It was, however, the perfect place for the Sentinels to work off a little steam.
    The vast gym was filled with mats, punching bags, and treadmills. And, at the back of the room, there was a row of weight machines where the baddest of the badasses was currently bench-pressing enough weight to crush a mortal.
    Fane looked like he’d been sculpted from stone. A six-foot-three behemoth, he had the strength of an ox and the speed of a cheetah. A result of the natural talents that came from being born a Sentinel, and the fact that he’d been honed from his youth to become a weapon.
    He was also covered from the top of his shaved head to the tips of his toes in intricate tattoos that protected him from all magic.
    The monks who’d taken him in as a young child had trained him in all the known martial arts, as well as in the use of the most