The Keepers: Archer (Book 1): HarperImpulse Paranormal Romance

the longest time, Sienna had embraced her heritage, her destiny, and her

simple powers as an elemental witch. Until the day Rose had passed on her full powers to her and she’d run from

Sienna wasn’t just any witch. She was a Beckham witch with a powerful lineage. Her grandmother, Rose, had been one of the most greatest witches on earth. Scattered across the world in a combined effort to maintain the balance of nature were three orders: ordinary witches, who dabbled in spells and potions; elemental witches, who drew their energy from the elements of nature – and witches like Rose. Whereas most elemental witches were able draw their power from one element of nature, Rose was able to channel all four. Herself being the fifth - the spirit that bound fire, water, earth, air. In the witch world, the ability to draw energy from all the elements of nature was a rarity and any witch able to master such power was honoured, respected, and fiercely protected.

with her senses. But the way he clenched his jaw and the tortured look in his brooding green eyes gave her a glimpse of the anguish that lay beneath the layers, catching her off guard. He’d always had an intensity about him, but the darkness had intensified since she’d last seen him. It shouldn’t surprise her. He’d lost, suffered, mourned.
Like they all had.
In their world danger often lurked in a way that ordinary humans wouldn’t understand and often resulted in pain and suffering that came with the loss of losing one of their own.
Sarah. Their parents.
She sighed, refusing to think about the loss. The anguish that came with their memories always left her raw. “Why are you here, Archer?”
He shot her a look that questioned if she really needed an answer to that.
After all, he was a Bennett brother and destined to protect a Beckham witch at all costs. He still wore his ring – the ring of a Keeper. The heavy, antique silver ring symbolized everything he stood for, everything he was. Her Keeper, her Guardian. She’d never seen him without it and seeing it again now tugged at a part of her that she’d buried a long time ago – a part of her that was in complete contrast to the life she’d run to

And Archer Bennett stood for everything she’d run from.
A world she was bound by duty and honour to defend, where grief and guilt were constant companions, and an intense, forbidden attraction that had almost destroyed them

“I’m sorry. They rattled me, caught me off guard.” She fell silent and inhaled softly. “Archer, you’re here. You found me.”
“I’m your Keeper and I vowed the day you left that I’d find you.”
She didn’t reply and frowned when he grimaced. “Are you okay

A Beckham witch’s ultimate defence.
Eyes shut to ward off the pain and holding his head in agony, he sank to his knees with a guttural groan.
“Sienna,” he said between gritted teeth. “It’s me. It’s Archer.”
The mental violation and pain stopped the instant he said his name.
She gaped at him, shock unhinging her jaw. “Archer

A Beckham witch’s ultimate defence

hey’d be back. He knew that with every instinct he possessed. Defeating them wouldn’t be a problem – the challenge would be convincing Sienna to accept his help.
“Are you okay?” he asked, fighting against the urge to pull her into his arms.
“Don’t touch me!” she shrieked, scrambling away from him.
Her right hand shot out at the same time the excruciating pain shot through his head – a pain so powerful it threatened to

cripple him. His head pounded from the vicious onslaught of heat channelled through her central power – fire. She’d done this before, damn her, and the pain had almost killed him