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THE POISON OF WOEDENWOUD (Magicfall #3) by K. Ferrin

THE POISON OF WOEDENWOUD (Magicfall #3) by K. Ferrin

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Series: Magicfall #3
Author: K. Ferrin
Release Date: February 3, 2018
 Adult Fantasy Romance
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Pounding music. Sculpted men. And a conspiracy that could cost far more than a few dollar bills . . .


Detective Blake Knight has been undercover before. But an assignment to bust a steroid ring running out of Dallas’s elite male strip club means his new cover will be nothing but his own taut muscles and oiled skin. It’s one thing for the tough, by-the-books agent to take down bad guys with his gun. Facing a rowdy crowd in only a G-string is another story . . . especially in front of his new boss, gorgeous, mysterious Reese Landon.

Her father’s club and shady business practices bring back terrible memories for Reese. But when he’s shot and goes into a coma, she vows to protect him the way he never did for her. That means keeping the police at a distance—especially sexy, driven Detective Knight. If she has to give him a cover job, it would be a crime not to put that glorious ass on stage. But no matter how good he looks in a Velcro uniform, she can’t trust him, or give into the undeniable heat between them. They’re both chasing the truth. And it might expose more than either wants to show . . .


Excerpt #4
Sunlight shone brightly through the widely spaced trees of the Woedenwoud, its beams filled with dancing pollen and small insects and other floating things. Flowers covered every branch and every vine in every color of the rainbow and many more she had no name for. The air was clear and scented with something so perfectly sweet, flowery, and warm she immediately decided she never wanted to leave this place. The ground at their feet was a blanket of yellow and purple blooms, the tiny flower heads bobbing joyfully under the weight of the warm summer sun, and she wanted to drop down into them to rub her bare toes against their soft petals. The temperature was perfect, the sort of day where you are perfectly warm, exactly comfortable, with no need to sweat and no need for a jacket. In a word, this place was paradise.

Drake pulled up beside her, eyes wide with wonder. Ling turned to Dreskin to find him beside Fern, the two of them digging through a saddlebag and pulling long scarves from its depths. Dreskin took several of them and approached Ling. “Here, tie this around your face. I’m not sure any of it can affect you, but better to be safe,” he said.

“Help with what? It’s gorgeous in here. Clearly the old stories are wrong—”

“They are not wrong,” Fern said. “Not about this. If anything, the poison is stronger now than it has ever been. If it feels the drain of magic, which it certainly does, it will do whatever necessary to protect itself. Remember, Ling, the magic here is almost self-aware. It may be self-aware for all I know. Certainly plenty of scholars have argued it is.” Fern spoke as she tied the scarf tightly about Celene’s nose and mouth. She’d already tied one around her own face. Dreskin handed a scarf over to Drake, who took it and held it in one hand as she spurred her horse forward. “I have no idea how this place will affect you, Ling. The histories are no help; something like you has never existed. You must be more cautious even than the rest of us.”

“Are you certain, Fern? It’s so beautiful here. How could something so beautiful be so dangerous?” Drake’s voice was hushed with awe. She drew up alongside an enormous yellow sunburst of a flower and reached a hand out to touch a single soft petal.

Dreskin kicked his horse forward, shoving Drake’s horse hard enough she almost lost her seat and fell to the ground. She snatched at the saddle and managed to hold on. “Put it on Drake. Put it on now, or I’ll do it for you.”

Ling had never heard him so angry, had never read about him sounding so angry, not even that night on the Scarlet. Drake’s eyes clouded in anger, but she did as he bid her, tying the scarf tightly around her nose and mouth. Ling did the same. She watched as they tied scarves around their horses’ noses as well.

“Don’t touch anything, if you can avoid it. Assume everything here is poison and that all of it is searching for some way to eat you, because it is. And I do mean everything. Flowers, leaves, water…all of it. Don’t eat anything, don’t drink anything, don’t smell anything, and don’t touch anything. If you could avoid breathing while we’re in here, that would be even better.”


Author K. Ferrin

Author K. Ferrin

About the Author
K. Ferrin spends her days surrounded by engineers, technology, and humming machinery, but her evenings are steeped in magic, myth, and adventure. She writes fantasy, loves gardening, and eats way too much pie. She lives at the foot of the Colorado Rockies with her husband and two pooches.

Her novels include the stand alone YA fantasy novel Magicless, as well as Across the Darkling Sea, and A Dying Land, the first two books of a series. You can find her online at






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