Synopsis
As a child, I believed in the
fairytales my father told me.
Until he was gone and with him, that belief.
As a girl, I believed in the friendship and protection of Aden.
He made me begin to believe again.
As a woman, I believed in the possibility of love and passion between
myself and Aden.
Until he was gone and with him, my belief in magic and happy endings.
When she was a child, I was tasked with her protection.
As a girl, I became her friend.
As a woman, I could no longer see the child I knew and was forced to
fight a growing attraction.
Unable to lie and unable to tell the truth, I left.
Now I’ve returned to give the knowledge I couldn’t before, that she is
half Fae.
The darkness is stalking her and I am desperate to teach her what she
needs to know to protect herself.
And determined to make her mine.
Excerpt
Brannon steps closer and reaches out his
hand, a glow forms until a small ball of fire (that’s right, a freaking
ball of fire. I’m really starting to think I’ve stepped into an X-Men
movie. In reality, it’s something to do with exothermic process…blah
blah blah. It’s still a ball of fire.) is hovering just above.
“You don’t need much to extinguish this,
Buttercup.” Aden is a dead man.
I narrow my eyes at him in annoyance,
just resisting the urge to stick my tongue out at him. He gives an
unapologetic, lopsided smile and I’ve forgiven him already. Ugh. How
does he do that?
Looking at the small fire, I think about
collecting water molecules and using air to drop the temperature
without creating a large gust of wind. I can feel the heat begin to
spread, the warmth of the sun giving me energy. Just as I start to push
the cold water toward Brannon’s hand, the warmth of my magic
intensifies and the pulse gives a boost to both the water and the air,
causing me to practically shove a large amount of the icy liquid (at
this point some of it is icicles) at Brannon and I’m suddenly terrified
that I’m going to flay him with the shards of frozen water. The force
of the pulse knocks me backwards, just as Brannon topples over the
other way.
I scramble to me knees and my breath
whooshes out of me in relief when I see the air sizzling with humidity
all around Brannon. Laila had caused the air around him to combust with
fire and it quickly melted and evaporated the water. Brannon is staring
at me in stunned silence, but Laila’s attention is now focused on the
door to the training room. His eyes dart in that direction and a look
of understanding dawns on his face. His dimples dig deep when he grins
at me and starts laughing uproariously.
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I'm a lover of all things books, I've been an
obsessive reader since I learned how to spell! I've been writing novels
and short stories since I was twelve, but they say to write the genre
you love the most, so as an adult, I fell easily into writing romance.
My husband is my biggest supporter and he's a great sport when it comes
to fighting the people in my imagination for my attention. I hope you
enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them!
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