Reader's Edyn: Blitz: Cursed (Immortal Hearts Academy #1) by Magen McMinimy + GIVEAWAY

**Cursed by Magen McMinimy**

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**MAGEN MCMINIMY**

**BIO**

Magen was born in Northern California, but now resides in the beautiful city of Coeur D'Alene, Idaho with her husband, and miracle baby, Austin. She started writing as a hobby, and is thankful every day she is able to remain home and raise her son while crafting worlds for her readers to get lost in.

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**CURSED**

Publication date: August 10^th, 2020

Series: The Immortal Heart Academy #1

Genres: Adult, Fantasy, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance

**BLURB**

The heirs born of a daughter’s treachery will see their true loves demise.

Kyra has always known where her future was headed… A love that will lead to her death, but one she will gladly embrace and relish, as long as the Fates see fit to allow. As the omniscient daughter of an elite class of warrior, Kyra is ready to welcome all that her lineage has afforded her. Including the love of her best friend.

Makiah has watched every step he’s ever made, with the eyes of the Underworld posing a constant threat, and the weight of a family curse given life nearly a millennium ago breathing down his neck, he can’t afford to make mistakes.

Now that the Immortal Heart Academy has reopened and the next generation of guards and warriors are being recruited, Kyra, Makiah and their friends are busy working through the rigorous training, while struggling to find their place among their peers. As spring finds its way to the Middle World, Makiah’s determination begins to falter, after he pushes the one woman he’s always loved further away, and the reality of a lonely existence begins to weigh on him.

With the help of their friends, Kyra and Makiah will fight against the Underworld, the curse, each other and the outside forces that would threaten to break them all apart.

**EXCERPT**

“You okay?” he asked, as they found some empty space to spar.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she snapped, throwing the first blow for him to dodge.

Makiah side-stepped and twirled around Kyra to attempt a leg sweep. She leapt over his long limb and came down with purpose, aiming for his knee. Makiah saw the pain, as her beautiful violet speckled gaze narrowed.

Pulling back, he managed to dodge the worst of the blows. Kyra’s fists flew rapidly, coming after Makiah without any rhythm or strategy, each swing was fueled by anguish. Makiah watched, as he was pushed back further and further away from the others. The lake was drawing nearer, as she continued advancing on him. Knowing he’d soon be going for a swim, he searched for a break in Kyra’s swings. Finding his opening, with little effort he wrapped his fingers around her wrists, pinning one arm against her chest, he swept behind her, restraining her other arm against her side. His thick forearm wrapping around her midsection. The valley of her lower back hit just below his waist. His lids slid shut at the contact, as she flinched, her muscles tightened beneath his hold. He felt their connection immediately, everywhere their bodies touched; small jolts sent shocks of need through his veins. Shaking his head, he drew in a heavy breath, taking her scent deep into his lungs, as he did. He knew what she was feeling, could taste the heat, the pain, and anger. He felt it too and it broke him knowing he was hurting her.

“Stop, Ky,” he ordered through the thick blonde locks that had escaped her ponytail.

He felt her tense once more, before her body gave up the fight. Her muscles relaxed under his hold. Drawing closer, with his lips just a whisper away from her ear, he spoke gentler this time.

“I’m sorry. I’m not trying to hurt you, Kyra… it’s the absolute last thing I would ever want to do.”

Kyra held her pain back, kept the tears that always threatened when she let herself feel what it would be like to lose Makiah. Let her heart feel the pain of never being loved by him.

“Don’t,” she answered quietly, her head falling forward. “I don’t see it anymore,” her voice broke with the admission.

Turning her in his arms he asked, “See what?”

She shook her head, before looking up at him, their eyes locking, as she spoke the words that would shatter her. “Us… turns out you really won’t choose me.”

His jaw ticked, as he clenched his teeth. “I can’t,” he muttered.

***

A combination of alcohol and urine wafted from the soiled ground at their feet.

“Gross,” Kyra muttered, “it smells like regret.”

Makiah smirked, as he surveyed the area around them. Horns blared with impatience, and voices carried from the street at the end of the two brick buildings on either side of them.

Kyra looked to a door on one of the brick walls reaching for the sky beside them.

Elbowing Makiah, she pointed to the small sign next to the door.

“Limelight. Interesting name,” he noted.

“It’s clearly a club, do we go inside?” she asked.

Makiah narrowed his gaze toward the street. “No, I’m thinking we’re meant to deal with that.”

Following his gaze, she spotted a male figure holding a woman at the end of the alley. They seemed to almost disappear into the shadows cast by the large dumpster they were tucked beside. The woman was limp in his arms, her body lifelessly arching towards the ground beneath them. With little care for her wellbeing, the man let her drop to the dirty concrete, then looked up at the pair. With red eyes flaring, blood rolled slowly from the corner of his mouth. Large fangs flashed as he let out a savage growl.

“Vampire.”

“Seems strange Holly would go with an evil vampire,” Makiah muttered, surprised by the choice.

“Well, they are one of the few species we’ve fully covered, and we should know everything about.”

“Right. So, do you see any weapons?”

Kyra scanned the ground, “Nope, but we’re probably supposed to capture, not kill.”

Makiah sighed, “Of course.”

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the vampire crashing into the wall opposite the dumpster.

“That was loud,” Kyra warned as they rushed toward the alley entrance, hoping they hadn’t drawn any attention. The vampire was up, and on the offensive as soon as they reached him. He moved almost to quickly to trace, each move targeted and liquid smooth. Knocking Kyra to the ground with one solid kick, he went for Makiah.

Clearly seeing him as the bigger threat. The vampire scuffled with Makiah, each throwing punches, dodging and connecting. Steadying her breath, Kyra got to her feet just in time for three other vampires to drop from the rooftops above them.

“Kiah!” She screamed his name, drawing his attention long enough to throw him, the vampire took ahold of Makiah’s wrists and with a quick twist, a sickening snap echoed off the walls and Makiah fell to his knees with two broken arms. Continuing to fight off the vampires as they slowly surrounded her, Kyra could see no chance of winning. She knew she needed to get to Makiah. Letting her massive white wings free, Kyra leapt to the sky and landed next to Makiah. Helping him to his feet, she eyed his arms.

“What the fuck, Makyle!” she hollered.

In the time it took her to try and scold the demi-god, the vampires were back, two of them took Makiah while the others pulled her in the opposite direction.

Kyra struggled against them, but fangs pierced the sensitive flesh of her neck, she could feel each pull of her blood as the vampire drained her.

The last thing she saw before everything went black, was the vampire that held Makiah carelessly dropping him to the ground after his fangs had ripped away the flesh at his throat. The vampire lifted his head and met her gaze briefly before she looked away, only to see Makiah’s shirt stained crimson as blood poured from his wound.

***

“Want some company?”

Makiah cracked a single lid to peek at Kyra. “Always… though there’s a chance this pool is spelled.”

Kyra’s brow ticked up as she kicked off her flip-flops and slid out of her jeans. She gingerly dipped her toes in testing the temperature. Pulling her shirt over her head she stepped in the pool and sank into the water across from Makiah. “Raven’s got witches in her pocket. What kind of spell do you think they did?”

Makiah shrugged, “I can’t find the energy to wonder or even care, I’m just content.”

Kyra laughed, “You look it.”

“Give it a couple minutes and you’ll be just as high as I am. Where’s Rune?”

“Couldn’t find him.”

“I’m sure he’ll show up… he always shows up.”

Kyra studied him. “Does that bother you?”

“Doesn’t really matter now. Does it?”

“Of course, it does, how you feel will always matter to me.”

Makiah shook his head. “Give it a minute. Nothing will matter then.”

“Kiah, stop.” She moved to sit beside him. “You’re letting whatever they did to this pool affect you too much.”

Makiah gave her a sidelong glance. “Pretty sure this spell is meant to lower inhibitions. Allow us to be ourselves… maybe this is just me.”

Kyra sighed. “It’s not.”

Scoffing, he retorted, “You really think you know me?”

She leaned back in the water and smiled. “I know I do.”

“Either you really don’t, or you just don’t care.”

His words coursed through her, tiny pinpricks that warned her something wasn’t right. “What? Why would you even say that to me?”

“You saw our future… saw it working out someday. Right?”

She stared at him, something screamed at her to be careful, that the words he spoke next could truly break her heart, and she had a sneaking suspicion there was more to it than the spelled mineral pool.

Gingerly she answered, “Yes.”

Makiah arched a brow at her. “And yet, here we sit, both seeing other Fae… either your vision was always wrong, or you gave up on it… on me.”

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