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  The Manx Cat Guardians Boxed Set, Books 1-7

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  Where It All Began

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  Seeing Beyond the Scars

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  Destiny Collides Past and Present

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  Searching for a Soul to Love

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  12 Disasters of Christmas

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  Laws of Attraction

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  The Teacher’s Boy

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  This book has some themes of violence, along with references to sexual content and one adult situation involving two males. It is only intended for mature adults.

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication and Acknowledgments

  Author’s Note

  Where It All Began: Book One

  About This Book

  Ellie Goulding, Halycon Days

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Epilogue

  Seeing Beyond the Scars: Book Two

  About This Book

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Epilogue

  Destiny Collides Past and Present: Book Three

  About This Book

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Searching for a Soul to Love: Book Four

  About This Book

  Dedication

  Ellie Goulding—Halcyon Days

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Epilogue

  12 Disasters of Christmas: Book 5

  About This Book

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Epilogue

  Laws of Attraction: Book 6

  About This Book

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen
r />   Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Epilogue

  The Teacher’s Boy: Book 7

  About This Book

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Epilogue

  Preview of Broken Veils Series

  Up and Coming New Releases

  Other Books By the Author

  About the Author

  This whole series was a surprise to me, and I want give speical thanks Mandy, Keren, Jody, Kirsty, Maryjo and Julie for all your encourgement.

  I want to thank Lucas for the laughter and the comments through the last book edited. You make me smile so much.

  To Pam I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support from the beginning.

  To Tanja thank you for your dedication and support.

  To Tina for creating covers that truly inspired me again, you are a true cover guru.

  Special thanks to Stacey for making my books look truly special.

  A big thank you to all those that offered their unwavering support to a novice writer. Kindle Alexander there are no words to express how I feel about your gift of friendship. A.E. Via you were a true gift when I needed it most.

  To every person who has been there and encouraged me through this series, I love you all :)

  Author’s Note

  Throughout history, we have witnessed thousands of strange, unexplained ancient mysteries. Many could undoubtedly be explained away as everyday events that we merely misunderstood. However, there remains a large number that defies all logic.

  Tales from folklore mention “animal familiars,” often repeated in fables. Magical spirit creatures resonated throughout history in creation myths. “Familiars” or “spirits” were often seen as a type of guardian angel. Over centuries, these stories were forgotten.

  Mystical Manx cats originate on a little island in the middle of the Irish Sea, the Isle of Man. Identified only by their lack of a tail, these mythical creatures’ abilities became elusive, much like the Manx fairies. But those that have the privilege of living with one of these unique animals have an innate understanding that they are so much more than just a pure cat.

  Why did he crave something that would condemn him to a life of purgatory? A man who was born to be king. How could a lowly servant be the one thing he wanted more than his crown?

  King Óláfr the Black was a Norseman and was no stranger to suffering: pain was nothing he’d not experienced time and time again at the hands of those who pertained to love him. It hardened his heart to what could be.

  Until fate stepped in, in the form of a Guardian Cat, Maximillian.

  Maximillian’s need to connect the two soulmates gave Óláfr his first and only taste of love.

  Maximillian’s ability to go against the laws of his kind gave Óláfr an unthinkable decision.

  Maximillian shows Óláfr that fate will not be messed with, not without consequences.

  But Óláfr knows he’s being watched, his people thirsting for blood. A priest, a fire, a blood eagle, and a promise of redemption. Can two souls searching for love find each other again?

  Where it all Began (Manx Cat Guardian Origins) the prequel to Manx Cat Guardian Series, these books are not standalones, and this book links directly to Searching for a Soul to Love. They should be read in order to gain the background. It is an MM historical romance, with soulmate connections, slow burn, angst, and an ancient paranormal cat that likes to interfere. This book has a cliffhanger with no HEA until book 4.

  Trigger Warning: There are some scenes of violence.

  Ellie Goulding, Halycon Days

  Song Lyrics—Explosions sum up this book for me, enjoy.

  You left my soul bleeding in the dark

  So you could be king

  The rules you set are still untold to me and I

  Lost my faith in everything

  The nights you could cope, your intentions were gold

  But the mountains will shake

  I need to know I can still make

  August 1998

  Aaden

  Shaking off the weird dream that had woken him yet again, Aaden rubbed his clammy hands down his PJs, feeling the erratic thud of his heart trying to push itself out of his chest. Casting a nervous look across the room to check that his brother Nick wasn’t awake, he gave a huge sigh of relief. The small night-light his mother had left on allowed him to see the lump in the middle of the bed opposite. Listening to the soft snores coming from under the Batman duvet cover, he sagged back onto his soft bed. Relaxing, Aaden pushed back the plain dark duvet cover noiselessly, figuring he couldn’t be too cautious when he so didn’t want to get caught having a wank; he’d never hear the end of it.

  It was times like these he wished he had a room of his own and didn’t have to share with his ten-year-old brother, who, as far as he was concerned, was a pain in his arse. Privacy was a rare commodity for a fourteen-year-old boy who had needs. Needs that over the past few months were making themselves known every night, and it was starting to make Aaden worry.

  Aaden pushed his hand into his sticky pyjama bottoms. Silky skin met the roughness of his palm, making him ache deep down between his legs. It shocked him every time that the skin on his penis felt so velvety soft and smooth; it almost felt like the silky material of his mother’s fancy skirt. Gross, man. Shaking off thoughts of his mother, he felt the hardness. Could he hammer iron nails into wood and not break his penis?

  Aaden revelled in the feel of the leaking pre-cum as he spread it across his fingertips gripping himself tightly. His heart fluttered in his chest at the thoughts of his mother finding his sticky pants. Not overthinking it, he pushed his pants down his legs.

  Memories of the previous night had him pulling off his top, driving it under his pillow out of harm’s way. All the while he muttered to himself about being careful. He swiped his long, tangled hair out of coal-black eyes, searching the cluttered floor and desktop next to his bed for anything he could use to mop up. Spotting his bright yellow skater T-shirt on the floor, he shrugged, bending to retrieve it. Could I pretend I spilt something on it? It has to be better than my pyjamas; they’d be way too obvious, right?

  He needed to think about getting a box of tissues or bog roll if this was going to be a regular thing because he was starting to run out of options, and his mother was getting suspicious of all the dirty washing.

  Aaden’s mind emptied, his hand already reaching for the other head that told him to pay attention to its needs as it bobbed in front of him. Aaden felt a sense of pride at how big his penis was. Most of his friends at school were much smaller than him; having showers after sports let him compare. Not that he was a pervert. He just liked to keep an eye out and make sure the other boys weren’t as big as him. He also wanted to see the differences between those having a circumcised penis; he’d noticed several other boys in his class hadn’t. He didn’t want to admit it to his friends, but he loved the way the flap of
skin hid the head, only pushing through when you cleaned it or got hard.

  Aaden tried not to overthink how his penis throbbed harder at his thoughts of his friends’ naked differences. He gripped the base of his penis, wincing when his fingers caught in his pubes. He pushed at the wiry hair, thinking his mother’s waxing kit was all he needed to sort out the bush his body felt he needed at the base of his six-inch flagpole.

  He worried his lower lip, wondering if it was normal for his penis to appear so livid-looking. He’d have to check with his best friend, Kirk. He seemed to have all the answers and also wouldn’t laugh at him since they’d been friends from primary school and talked about everything. Well, nearly everything, he reminded himself. He hadn’t mentioned these weird-arse dreams or the new urges he was getting about long, lithe limbs coated in red hair or lush red lips sucking his penis.

  The minute the thought popped into his head, his hand moved up his penis, words repeating in his mind, “Svass kengr ofan.” Slightly freaking out, his heart bucked in time with his penis, his brain fully able to interpret the words. “Beloved, bend down,” Aaden knew what came after those whispered words in his dreams. The willowy man with bright red hair and sky-blue eyes would kneel, removing the trousers of the other man, taking his penis into his hot, work-roughened palm. Slowly leaning forward, his eyes never leaving the shadowy figure Aaden couldn’t make out. His wet tongue would slide over the top of his penis, licking the head, catching every drop of pre-cum before sliding the aching hardness into the wet, heavenly mouth.

  Aaden chugged in a breath, convinced that it was happening right then. Lush lips were, in fact, sucking him in, making his penis jerk, letting him know what it needed. As he jacked himself with the blistered palm, his body trembled. The rough skin made the satiny skin of his penis hum in pleasure. The bite of pain seemed to add to the devastating fire burning through his veins while he imagined the mouth devouring him.

  His skater T-shirt lay forgotten. His concentration was on the sky-blue eyes that were locked feverishly on him. He scrunched his eyes shut, gritting his teeth to keep the moan inside that was desperate to escape. Hoping he could hold the image in his head for another minute till his body erupted over his abdomen and chest.