Weave Them And Reap: A Fated Mates Paranormal Romance (Weavers Of The Ether Book 1)

Weave Them And ReapA Fated Mates Paranormal RomanceEssie SuterBig Moon Copyright © 2022 Essie SuterAll rights reservedThe characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.Book Cover: James, GoOnWrite.comVisit essiesuter.com Contents Title PageCopyrightAbout123456789101112131415161718192021222324252627282930 Epilogue 131 Epilogue 2About The AuthorBooks By This Author AboutAs a world-hopping tour guide, I can take you to places you’ve never even imagined.But I’ve spent years avoiding what I was made and trained for.I’m a destiny weaver and after a fellow weaver goes missing, I’m tasked with finding her.My partners in this are the standoffish but sexy reaper: Soren, his not so trusty ‘hound’: Brogan and Finn, a dragon shifter with a penchant for the cutest ‘treasures’.I’m drawn to these men. To this place, to collecting souls with Soren and Brogan. To guarding the gate to the Afterlife with Finn.Fate, destiny, karma: turns out you can’t escape them forever, however hard you try. And my own destiny won’t wait.Weave Them And Reap is a sweet and steamy standalone reverse harem/why choose paranormal romance. That means our heroine will end up with more than one love interest by the end.It features: A grumpy sunshine pairing. Also featuring: possessive shifters, including a dragon that collects with the weirdest idea of ‘treasure’, opposites attract, found family, and fated mates.**Content warnings for language and sexual scenes including group scenes for audiences age 18+. While the tone of the book is pretty light and it’s a pretty fluffy, fast paced romp, it does feature themes of dying and death since one of our MCs is a soul reaper and another guards the gate to the afterlife. It also contains some scenes of abduction toward the end of the book.** 1EchoA distant bell tolls with all the moody drama of the metal song my sister Jet is currently blasting out of her mini speakers. Dirt devils of ash and sand swirl high over the barren wasteland and a baking heat runs through the air like a thrill, scorching the earth. Our grief-seekers huddle together in the middle of the plain, a few hundred feet from the outskirts of the town, with its wooden shacks groaning against the growing wind.I glare at Jet while keeping my smile for the customers in place—which probably makes me look a little too killer-clowny to be comfortable. I’ve told her a million times that we don’t need to have music on our tours. This place is plenty atmospheric enough without her bursting our eardrums with her choice of music. Sadly, she ignores me and the act of widening my eyes just leaves me with an eyeful of sand and dust.Sugar lumps and shitshows. This is why I hate the grief-seekers tour. We’re at the end of the world and still my sister is making me mad. Plus, not all of our customers appreciate the music or the fact she’s head-banging along like she couldn’t give a fig that there are people around… or that the world is ending. “Isn’t that a bit insensitive?” One of our clients asks me, gesturing in Jet’s general direction.“Because all these people are going to die soon, you mean?” Jet asks. My sister, ever the sensitive soul. “It’s not like it’ll change anything for them. They’ll all be gone soon either way. I don’t think it matters if we have a bit of fun while we’re here.”As insensitive as she is, Jet is right. We call this the ‘grief-seekers tour’ because it’s a very weird place which is caught in a kind of loop in time, so the world is always ending here. Every day, midday strikes and the apocalypse begins. Every night, midnight comes and the place resets. Like clockwork.We always get at least one Judgemental Jessica whenever we come here, despite us being very clear with the disclaimers before they sign up. On this particular tour, we pop in, sniff the sulfur-filled air and despair, hang around for a bit and then pop out.Unsurprisingly, this tour is mostly popular with demons since they get to absorb a lot of yummy energy from all the raw emotions in the air.Also unsurprisingly, it’s always the humans that give us grief and pile on the guilt trip. I say that with love as a person who grew up in the human world. They’re always the ones best at playing ostrich until reality slaps us in the face.Today’s tour has thirteen customers plus me and Jet. We’ve got five humans or human-ish folk, four demons, two witches, and a couple of unknowns. There’s one in particular that hasn’t removed their hood for the whole time we’ve been here and I can see Jet’s itching to bump into them just to see if it’ll slip and we can get a peek at what’s beneath. We had to stop allowing vamps to book onto this tour once we realized that something about the whole apocalypse atmosphere drives them absolutely wild with blood lust. I’m not really into decapitating or staking rabid customers.Not part of my job description. All I’m here to do is hop us into the world, put on my best smile and spout my usual spiel for a couple of hours, and then hop us right back home again. I’m pretty good at it too. Not to toot my own horn, but I can talk up anywhere, no matter how bad it stinks like rotten eggs.And holy meatballs, does this place stink. For the past three and a bit years, ever since we absconded in the dead of night, Jet and I have hopped from place to place, world to world: from beaches, mountains, cities, visiting in all manner of seasons and experiencing all types of weather. We saw glitter tornadoes and sentient