Yield
Authors: Cyndi Goodgame
YIELD
Book Two
Goblin’s Kiss Series
by Cyndi Goodgame
Also by Cyndi Goodgame
(Fey Court Trilogy)
Deception
Tainted
Betrayal
Guardian
(Companion Novel to Deception)
(Marked Like Me Series)
Orion
Son of Ra
Scorpion
Daughter of Anat
The Shadow Queen
Protector
(Companion Novella to Marked Like Me)
Mary Never Had a Lamb, She Was the Lamb
(Twisted Nursery Rhymes
for the
Paranormal)
Gargoyle (Hyde Chronicles)
(Under Cover Chronicles)
Under Cover
Over Darkness
(Siphon Chronicles)
Siphon
© July 2013 Cyndi Goodgame
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Summary:
Happily ever after...after you give up everything you are.
Now that Emma and Ames have their happily ever after in the rebuilt goblin realm, things are going well. Joshlin, the prior goblin king, is safely locked away in his luxurious hidden cage in the mountains. The realm is in a happy state. And Emma
’s abilities are growing stronger and more controlled every day.
Ames is at odds with how to proceed with the conflicting letters both of their mother
’s left behind. Protecting her, he avoids the one who waits for her. But Caydon, the goblin leader running her court in Emma’s absence, won’t wait forever. Traditions and treaties make the rules in this world.
With all this happiness and hidden secrets around them, neither one of them see the growing threat that leads right to Emma. And has been there longer than either of them knew.
When the hidden one picks the divine moment to spin the web of deceit in the midst a desperate plea for saving each other, Ames and Emma are whirled into fast decisions and impossible demands.
Destiny controls everything...even life and death.
Table of Contents
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EPILOGUE
APPENDIX
SNEAK PEEK
If anyone had asked me if I wanted to have all this unnatural power, I
’d have said no. I would tell them their crazy and have no idea the amount of heartache it can cause. If it keeps me from losing Ames, I don’t want it anymore.
Ames has been closed off from me these past months any time I ask about the kiss. The goblin
’s famous kiss. It turns out that when a goblin king finds his eternal mate he creates a bond with them at the first touch and first kiss. There is very little information written anywhere about it but the kings before have shared some here and there. What we do know comes from word of mouth and a few notes written in journals from the elders. Apparently, the elders have kept detailed notes through the many years of everything, but that.
Something else has been keeping camp in the back of my brain. I haven
’t told anyone what else happened that day with Rick, my ex back in high school. Not even Ames. It seems relevant to mention that I now think one of the goblin realm saved me that day from his attack. It wasn’t Ames. It wasn’t Wicker or Trigger. I haven’t met everyone who resembles him yet, but he’s out there. I just know it.
And Rick hasn
’t ever said a word to my knowledge of anything that actually happened that day other than the lies of doing more than just kissing his horribleness. I wondered if I would ever know the truth of who helped me. The details I remember we're all too inhuman.
I
’ve learned other things too since coming to live at Ames’ realm.
Apparently my mother
’s traits were more kind than my father’s, but he turned even sourer with her death. When an “enemy” warrior walked into the wrong goblin realm greenhouse at the wrong time, he attacked the person he thought was attacking him. (Who attacked him? We don’t know. They never wrote down the man’s name, just where he was from.) My mother was planting corn seeds for the coming spring and heard someone. Her voice startled the guy and he reacted with his weapon. He died within the hour for it, but it didn’t save my mother. My father reacted just as badly by invading the accused man’s realm. That realm was the Cahn family.
My father, who had just lost his wife, killed himself when he thought I was dead too. What father wouldn
’t want to check first?
Ames told me all this. He also told me all the things I might want to know about my mother. According to him, she was gentle and kind to everyone she met. My father met her in the human world once when he went with one of his men on a mission to discover a new herb he wanted to know more about. My mother was the grower of siltlum, an herb that thins the blood and helps with clotting. Being goblin warriors, they were in need of such an herb.
My father apparently fell for her the second he saw her.
I loved hearing a
bout the life never had, but I really wanted to get on with the current one I did have.
Sitting on the sofa in Ames
’ room, I snaked my hands around his neck skimming the edge of his hairline with my fingertips. I’d learned in recent weeks this made him stiffen and jelly like all in one. I loved having the ability to do this to him. I loved how warm he got at my touch like the first day we met. I’ve never known if it was a magical thing or a love thing. To me, it was both with him.
“What are you doing?” The muscles in his back tensed.
“Being friendly.”
He huffed at me.
“I can leave,” I offered brushing my hands away and standing up beside the little table with my coffee nearly drained.
“No. Not necessary.”
I didn’t mean to giggle, but my claustrophobia was getting to me and I wanted to get out some, not to mention the large amount of caffeine from the coffee intake. I just knew he’d give in. His hair fell over one eye. I wanted to reach up and push it to standing like he did sometimes, but that might make him misread my intentions.
“Will you take me somewhere?” I asked sweetly. Possibly too sweet.
