Brad rode Silver Bullet alongside Kressa and Gentle Rider so the horses faced each other upon his approach. He gazed into Kressa’s eyes, longing to learn something new about the girl who lived in his house. Brad removed his riding glove and reached over to brush Kressa’s hair away from her face so he could touch her cheek. She did not shrink away. His fingertips tingled where her skin met his.
So beautiful. Brad’s heart pumped a little faster and his mind swirled. Does she feel drawn to me too? He shook his head slightly. “We should go back now,” Brad said tenderly, realizing once again that the warmth he felt when he touched Kressa also did something to his heart. It was better not to remain alone. He wondered if Kressa would ever admit whether she experienced any affection toward him. He found her hard to read sometimes.
Brad pulled on his glove, led the way back through the forest, and headed for the stable. After brushing, feeding, and watering all four horses, Brad and Kressa strolled back to the house. “Great lesson today. I think before long you’ll be able to go out on your own.”
“Really? That would be great. How many more lessons do I need?” She said eagerly.
“I would imagine one or two more.”
They both laughed at the good news. At that moment, Kressa’s dad appeared around some shrubs at the base of the hill. His face held a fiery red glow.
“Kressa, get to the house right now,” Mr. Morales said grabbing her arm and pushing her toward their apartment. “I don’t know what you were thinking today taking her through those woods, but I don’t like it.”
“Sir, there’s wide open space to run the horses on the other side of the trees. I wasn’t trying to seduce her,” Brad said, feeling some guilt for touching her cheek earlier.
Mr. Morales shot Brad a fierce look and took Kressa away. She followed, pleading with her father to let her go and trying to convince him nothing happened. Kressa and her father began speaking in Spanish, so Brad could no longer comprehend what was being said. Brad headed back to his room in anguish over what he just witnessed. He picked up the handkerchief and rubbed it on his cheek. He was sorry for causing her so much trouble.
Over the next few hours, Brad spent time on his laptop looking up home schooling rules. He gathered all the information he could and went looking for his father. Brad and his dad needed to do a lot of preparation if Kressa were to start school at home in a week. Finding his father in the office, Brad presented him with the draft for a lesson plan needed. It had to be submitted to the school administration.
Dinnertime proved tense for Brad, and he didn’t doubt it was for Kressa as well. He avoided looking at her as much as possible, not because he experienced nervousness concerning their interaction earlier in the day, but because he did not want Kressa’s father to take it out on her. She seemed stiff whenever she served Brad a side dish. He knew her reaction was due to her father keeping a close eye on them all evening. Brad wanted to talk to his new friend, but knew it would be better if he waited until morning.
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Cassandra’s Bio: Cassandra Ulrich was born on the beautiful island of St. Croix, United States Virgin Islands, located east of Puerto Rico. Living in the tropics fueled her imagination and day dreams. For years, she wrote poetry and entered competitions. However, only many years later did she discover joy in writing stories longer than a few pages.
She published her first young adult novel, A Beautiful Girl, in April 2011. The inspirational novel has already touched many hearts ranging from teens to adults.
Her second novel, Love’s Intensity, is a teen paranormal romance and was released on July 11, 2013.
Her third, Billiard Buddies, a New Adult romance novella, was released on May 24, 2014.
In June and August 2014, she also released two poetry books written while in high school and college.
Blog Site: http://cassandraulrich.blogspot.com/
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Guardian of the Deep
by Flossie Benton Rogers
Genre: Paranormal Romance
(sensual heat level)
Forbidden love in the fae realm…
The Succubus Layla has one job: to pursue dreaming men. Although emotional attachments are strictly prohibited, Layla has powerful feelings for the Guardian of the Deep.
Samael is a dark lord charged with maintaining order in his submerged domain. The Guardian is enamored of Layla, and they fuel their passion in his undersea home.
With forces stirring against them, the fae world becomes dangerous. Samael suggests a hideaway in the human dimension – a 1950 Montana ranch.
Layla is thrilled.
They can escape the threat looming over them, and she can indulge her cowboy fantasies with Samael.
When Samael disappears before their rendezvous, Layla’s dream turns to a nightmare.
Peril is closer than ever. She must call on her deepest reserves and risk everything for the truth to come out. Is her love strong enough to hold the bond with her Guardian of the Deep?
The draperies swept open to reveal all the glory of the deep ocean. The phosphorescence of seafae lit the waters.
And there Samael glided, every bit as splendorous as the home of his heart.
Layla moved to stand at the window and watch mesmerized as Samael cavorted among his denizens. As happened when sea water covered him, his skin from chest downward shimmered in vibrant jeweled tones—cerulean, purple, and green. The flecks in his eyes sparkled, and his long dark hair with its burnished streaks streamed out behind him. The lower half of his body had shifted to its undersea form, that of tail and fins, a brilliant-hued merman in all his glory.
The sight took her breath away.
Flossie Benton Rogers shares her passion for mythical realms through sizzling paranormal romances with fairies, goddesses, witches, angels, and demons. Reiki, tarot, runes, and gemstones are sometimes part of the magical mix. She is prodded on by her writing buddy, Marigold the calico, who may be a fur fairy. Flossie’s birth chart features sun in Sagittarius with a Taurus moon and Libra ascendant, as befits a 5th generation Floridian and freedom loving mystic.
Gabriel, the Archangel and Messenger of God - yeah,
that Gabriel - visits Mary Miller. He tells her, as the key, she is destined to
spread the Light and vanquish the Darkness. Her first assignment is to restore
the soul of the Walking Man. Sounds simple enough -- until she’s thrown into
the face of evil. And then, Joe Deacons enters her heart. This battle just got
a lot more complicated. She must complete her mission without losing all she
furrowed her brow and softly interrupted, "André is the Walking Man?"
looked at Marie and asked, "You've heard of him?"
nodded. "Of course. He is a staple of the Downtown area. There are a few
groups I'm affiliated with that hand out food and clothing to those in need. He
never comes to these events so I leave them by the area where he sleeps."
She paused, thoughtfully. "I just can't believe that it is André."
cleared his throat and looked at his father. "What happened to
sighed and after a moment said, "It really was the fault of that witch he
was married to. She and her family treated him horribly. She was a gold digger
and all she cared about was money and the prestige."
interrupted Alfred by saying, "I remember her. She was so mean to André
and all she cared about was looking
rich. Wealth is a gift—she just wanted it for a toy. She treated André so
badly... and his mother-in-law was the worst. She would put him down all the
time. In front of other people, no less."
continued, "André was a good man and worked hard. He was working on a big
project for the city. He worked night and day on the project and told me it was
going to put Golden Lake on the map.
absolutely adored his daughter, too. I remember that clearly. She was his everything."
Alfred paused, apparently lost in his thoughts. With a sigh he said,
"There was a scandal with the project, though, and André got fired. Soon
after, Dara left him, took Katherine with her and André fell apart. He started
drinking heavily and, without his daughter, his life fell apart."
looked at me and I fought to keep from throwing my hand over my mouth. There
was purple fire in his eyes and I felt his anger. I already knew the story of
André and I tried to smile at him.
I smelled burning flesh. Joe flashed
in full armor fighting demons with a golden sword.
gasped at the vision and brought my hand to my chest in shock feeling the key
necklace, before I could stop the physical reaction. The necklace weighed
heavily as did my heart. He would be fighting at my side soon.
asked, "Are you okay, dear?"
turned to look at his mother. He nodded and only said, "I never knew any
continued, "I am sorry, son, but you asked for the truth. This is what I
know. André was sleeping at the office and drinking all the time. He was
supposed to give a presentation to a client and was drunk. He got into a
scuffle with his boss and rumor has it, André punched him."
feigned shock and said, "Oh my!"
Than is to blame. I don't know how I
know or what happened but I vow to the Lord that I will make Than pay,
choked and almost spit out my drink. I
just heard Joe's thoughts! I had to set him straight and right away.
cleared my throat and said awkwardly, "Joe, I think I left something in
looked at me with eyebrows raised. "Excuse me, we'll be right back,"
I said with a smile.
walked outside and knew that Joe was right behind me. When I reached the car, I
whirled and said in a stern tone, "Are you trying to get yourself
stopped mid-step and said, "What are you talking about, Mary?"
ran into his arms and whispered, "You cannot take on Than by yourself! I
heard your thoughts in there. Now, I don't know how you know that it was Than
who drove André to punching his boss but please promise me that you will not
paused to catch my breath and remembered what Gabriel told me. "Joe, in
order to defeat the darkness and not become dark ourselves, we need to have a
pure heart. We are filled with the Light and our motives must always be to
speak the Truth and spread the Light."
took several deep breaths while he held me. He stroked my hair and whispered,
"I'm sorry, my angel. I didn't mean to frighten you and you are right. It
was just a momentary thought."
lifted my head and locked eyes with Joe. Tears filled my eyes but I was
determined. I bit at my top lip and then whispered, "Promise me you won't
put yourself in harm's way." Hot tears spilled down my cheeks.
wiped at them and said in a deep, reassuring tone, "I promise, Mary. I
promise I won't be a hothead and I won't be rash." Then, he laid his
forehead on mine and whispered, "Please don't cry, darling. Please."
nodded and whispered, "I would die if I lost you. Than will use you to try
to get to me. You are my love, my everything." My voice cracked. "I
would die if I lost you," I repeated.
shook my shoulders a little and looked deep into my eyes. "Listen to me,
Mary, you will never lose me! Do you hear me? I am by your side now and forever."
Bio: N. N. Light has
been creating stories ever since she was little. Her grandfather remembers when
she was two years old, she would stand at the top of the stairs and tell him a
story filled with emotion (and in a language foreign to him) with her hands on
her hips. Let's just say she was a born storyteller.
She was born in Minnesota, lived in Southern
California only to move to chilly Ontario, Canada to marry her beloved husband
MR N. She is blissfully happy and loves all things chocolate, books, music,
movies, art, sports and baking. Her mantra is to spread the Light.
Most of the time you can find her on Twitter or
getting new ideas on how to spread the Light on Pinterest. She is a proud
member of ASMSG, Independent Author Network and Marketing for Romance Writers.
Part of the proceeds of Princess of the Light will go
directly to food banks in order to feed the hungry and help those in need. With
only 7,500 books sold, N. N. Light will be able to set up a monthly endowment
for the local food bank.
In addition to being an author, she's also a book
promoter/reviewer and social media marketer. She loves books, has ever since
she was young. Matching up books and readers is something that gives her great
About the Author
Julie A. D’Arcy - lives in Wangaratta, Australia.
Her love of Fantasy and anything Mystical or Magical since a small girl led her to writing. A writer for nineteen years she been published for almost as long.
Her first two novels Time of the Wolf and Silverdawn were originally published in 1999 and the year 2002 and Shortlisted for several prestigious awards, including the PEARL and Sapphire, with Time of the Wolf winning the 1999 RIO (Reviewers International, Dorothy Parker Award) in the Fantasy category for Women’s Fiction. Both books were also runners up in the prestigious Australian, R*BY Award run by the Australian RWA.
Julie began writing seriously in 1994, and has been published by ImaJinn Books, Mundania Press, Double Dragon Press, Eternal Press, Noble Romance Publishing LLC, Moongypsy Press, Secret Cravings Publishing, Sweet Cravings Publishing and iHeart Publishing.
With several books under consideration by Wild Rose.
Watch for Julie’s Tarlisian Sagas with iHeart Publishing, coming soon. Legacy of the Black Dragon, and Elven Magick, and the re-release of The Cross of Tarlis, Book 1 and 2 and The Realm of the Wolf.
Her single titles include: Silverdawn, and Whisper of Yesterday with iHeart Publishing, and Night’s Eternal Promise, Face of a Stranger, Whisper on the Wind and her short story, The Siam Encounter.” Coming soon with Wild Rose Publishing.
Whisper of Yesterday
A cry for help, echoing through the ages, inspires a young nobleman to
rewrite history– and rediscover a passion he had only dreamt of…
Cole d’Morgan is contacted by a lawyer telling him he has been left a castle in Cornwall, but to inherit he must arrive at Castle Thornwood on All-Hallows-Eve.
As he pulls his car to a halt at the castle gates he sees a beautiful red-haired woman clutching the bars in the rain. However, before he can climb from his car she vanishes into the night.
On arriving at the Castle he is told the tragic tale of Aidan and Alyssa d’Morgan …
A love story that spans three hundred years.
Alyssa d’Morgan burned as a witch for refusing to wed her dead husband’s father in 1644 haunts the castle where she was put to death. She has sworn she will not rest until she is reunited with her husband and soul mate, Cai.
Aidan d’Morgan, re-incarnated soul of Cai d’Morgan is reborn in the 1800’s and wins back Castle Thornwood on the turn of a card.
On entering the castle he cannot shake the feeling he is being watched, and soon learns that the castle is haunted by a beautiful red-haired woman who speaks to him in his dreams. However, these are not simply dreams, but a past life, which he is forced to revisit in order to find an answer to an age old curse…
What transpires is an interwoven tale of chilling betrayal and a haunting love story that traverses three centuries...
Whisper of Yesterday-
Aidan stared down into the courtyard. All was darkness. Nothing moved. Not a night creature called. He swung to face into the room. It was lit by only the faintest of moonlight and a low-burning fire.
It had to have been a dream.
Naked; the breeze was cold, but sweat still trickled down his back. He stared down at his hands. They trembled. “It was a dream.” If he repeated the words emphatically enough, perhaps he would believe them.
He ran a hand through his hair. He had been in Cai de Morgan’s body. He had seen what he had seen, done what he had done, and thought what he had thought. It was as if he was a spectator in another time and all had been beyond his control. Yet as incredible as it was, he had been there.
And who was Cai de Morgan? What was the man to him? And more so, who was the woman? Why did she remind him so much of the woman in the fire? Countess Llewellyn, the woman who supposed to haunt this castle?
He strode to the dresser, lit a candle, and crossed to the large freestanding mirror in the corner. Critically, he viewed his features. Was it his imagination, or was there the slightest hint of another image superimposed over his own? Did the face look more angular, the jaw harder? He held the candle closer to the glass, and a chill prickled the back of his neck. The hair on the man in the mirror waved and curled past his shoulders, and there standing behind him was a woman. A woman with a riot of deep red hair, brilliant emerald eyes, full lips, and fine brows—a woman with the face of an angel—the woman in his dream. His hand tightened on the candlestick. It felt as if it were frozen; his fingers glued and could not be uncurled.
She no longer wore the yellow gown and headdress, but instead the white shift she had worn the first night he had seen her amidst the fire in the courtyard.
Their eyes met and held in the reflection.
He swallowed, trying to free up his throat, trying to force words that would not come. As he watched, she drifted closer, yet no step could he hear on the polished wooden floor.
“Who are you?” he managed at last, his words a strained whisper. He twisted around. She vanished. He swung back and stared into the mirror. She stood behind him with a look of accusation in her green eyes. It was as if he was a moth and she pinned him with her diamond bright gaze. “I’m sorry,” he said. “But I had to be certain.” He spoke quietly, afraid to raise his voice least she disappear. “Will not you speak to me? Will not you tell me your name?”
She opened her mouth, and just a soft sound issued forth, almost a sigh, as if it was coming from a long distance. “Cai.”
Cai. Had she said Cai? The man in the dream had been Cai. The man whose body he had inhabited for a short time. Inhabited. The thought disturbed him, but he could think of no other word to describe the happening. Was he going crazy? But no crazier than seeing and talking to a ghost. Again he wondered what Cai de Morgan had to do with him. How Cai was connected to the murdered Countess.
“I have so many questions,” he said, holding her reflection in the mirror.
She moved closer, pressed her warm soft body to the length of his back, and encircled his waist.
His mouth went dry. He couldn't swallow. He had always thought a ghost would be cold, but he had never felt such heat as that which now filled his body and hastened to pool in his loins at the soft caress of her silken hair and the touch of her hands on his sweat-damp skin.
She leaned her smooth cheek against his shoulder, and his body hardened with desire as she tilted her head to the side to watch him for several painful heartbeats through sooty lashes, her eyes dark, intense, wanting.
Suddenly he swung to seize her, but his hand passed through a draught of cold air. Goose bumps raced up his arm. She was gone, and he cursed himself for a fool. He should have known better than to try to capture something as elusive as an angel...
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SNIPPET OF REVIEW:perb, and original. I found myself so attached to the intriguing, fully fleshed out characters of Alyssa and Aidan that I know they will haunt me for some time to come. Whisper of Yesterday is a page turner from a familiar Gothic beginning, when an American Scientist braves a blinding thunderstorm on Halloween to reach a castle he unexpectedly inherited, to a surprising, thrilling, and joyful twist at the end. Whisper of Yesterday is an enchanting read that should not be missed. This one’s a keeper.
CORNELIA AMIRI- Virtual Writing Assistant
Author: Adrienne Woods
Series: The Dream Caster Series
Publisher: Fire Quill Publishing
Release Date: May 2015
Synopsis (Back blurb)
Mr. Sandman, send me a dream, ta da da da.....Seventeen year old Chasity Blake knows the Sandman is just a silly children's story parents tell their children to get them to sleep. At least she thought it was, until the day a mysterious, light golden sand appeared in her hands during a high school prank that went horribly wrong. A sand that has the power to send anyone it touches into a deep, sound sleep.
Fearing she had lost her mind, Chasity soon discovers the shocking truth of her heritage- she is a Dream Caster. Chasity was never supposed to be raised on the Domain, or what humans call Earth and she is forced to return to her true birth place, Revera – the world of Dreams.
However, in Revera there is no balance between good, the Light Casters, and darkness, the Shadow Casters, and Chasity is caught square in the middle. She soon learns that there is no place for anyone containing both the light and the darkness within them, and the shocking truth that if anyone in Revera ever discovered her shadow self, Chasity would be thrown into the Oblivion – the world of Nightmares.
Dreams are always more than they seem, and this time Chasity is going to discover just how different they can be.
TWO SETS OF FOOTSTEPS made barely a sound on the rough and weathered wood as they walked across the bridge that led from Main Pacific to the Glands. The streetlights were dimmed as dusk began to settle and last vestiges of light from the setting sun were fading to night. The lumbering clouds were moving in, blocking out any light from the two moons that shone overhead, even the stars seemed less bright dotted across their velvet backdrop. With his golden dust Graig Chen could conjure and wield anything by simply believing in its reality. If he wanted it to be real, it would be.
The Reverse was the most painful thing either of them had ever experienced, but Liam, a healer and Graig’s only confidant, had promised him that they would be able to live in the Domain like normal Nomads, humans.
Graig and his pregnant fiancé, were fleeing from their home world in secret, having no other choice if they desired a normal life for their unborn child.
They knew neither of their families would ever understand, even though it had been his grandmother who had always said, the heart wants, what the heart wants.
How could he have known that his heart would want a Shadow Caster, and not just any ordinary Shadow Caster. She was special, or at least her family was. She was expected to uphold the family line with her offspring, Graig knew that did not include carrying the child of a Light Caster.
The two lovers could never live in peace, not since the balance between good and evil inside Revera was thrown into upheaval.
There were only two choices for casters like them, either light or dark. The balance could not accommodate a person containing both, so for his child’s sake they had no choice but to leave Revera. Live like normal humans in the Domain, or what humans would call reality. He’d found a perfect place, one he’d made sure no one would ever find, not even his two best friends.
They knew about the relationship, they’d been there when he’d first laid eyes on her, tried to talk him out of it, to forget the blonde bombshell that would only cause him darkness and misery, but without her his life would be spent in darkness and misery.
Her silver blonde hair and bright blue eyes had done him in, if only he’d seen the bow that she’d aimed straight at his heart. If it hadn’t been for his love when arrow hit, and for Liam, a healer, he wouldn’t be in his currant predicament; trying to get him and her off this dimential world that most people would call make-believe, but Revera was far from that. It was the world of dreams, and Graig was a Level Four Caster whose mission was to seek out Selene, their only live Somnium.
It was on one of these very missions that he had met the love of his live, the one woman he couldn’t live without, and he didn’t care if she had black dust, he didn’t care that she was a Shadow Caster, or what some would call a nightmare wielder. Yes, those horrible dreams that leave you paralyzed with fear are actually wielded by Caster’s, not some grave impression of ones subconscious. They are responsible for doubts and forgotten dreams. She was his nightmare, and a nightmare he was prepared to die for.
He knew deep down that she would would never survive living in Revera and he was unable to cope with the Oblivion, wherever it was. Oblivion was the realm of the Shadow Casters, created when Selene casted out Magdelena, one of the first Shadow Casters, who was the third Somnium, as a consequence for the death of her brother, Darius, the second Somnium.
Magdelena had no realm to call her own, so she created Oblivion by focusing her hatred toward Selene, a world that could exist inside Revera, far from Selene’s sight. For years, Selene tried to find it, but as long as the Sodivic bloodline flowed through Shadow Caster’s vanes, Oblivion would never be found by a Light Caster.
Sodivic blood was the key to Oblivion’s secrecy, and Magdalena’s family line. There were many Sodivic’s since the dawning of Oblivion but Magdelena reigned over them all. Graig had met many Sodivic’s on his quests, each meeting always ended up in a bloody mess, and in all the years he had encountered them, not one had ever shown any kind of mercy or remorse. They were sadistic and couldn’t be reasoned with. He had been taught from a young age, if you see a Sodivic, you kill it.
That was the number one rule taught to the Level One Dream Casters.
His fiancé was the only one that proved his theory wrong. Over the past century, their bloodline had been busy dying out, leaving her one of the few powerful Shadow Casters left.
Graig would pay dearly for loving her if her father ever found them, and he couldn’t even think about what would happen to the unborn child she carried.
Craig squeezed the hand that was resting tightly inside his own grip as they neared the end of the bridge.
“Were almost there, my love. Not much longer.”
“You’re sure nobody followed us?” Her eyes were wild, searching everywhere in the darkness.
“I’m sure. Besides, they won’t be able to see us, remember.” He opened his hand, just to make sure she hadn’t forgotten what he was, and threw more golden sand into the air, shielding them from anything that tried to followed them.
Then he heard it, a crunch.
He stopped abruptly and she slammed into him. One second of doubt was all it took to break the spell, and before he could realized that doubt, they were surrounded by Nimgolians, the biggest and wicket shadow hounds ever imagined.
They were veil, and reminded him of a Rottweiler that had chased him ones in the Domain.
Daisy Banks writes both sweet and spicy romance in the Historical, Paranormal and Fantasy genres. Her focus is to offer the best tale she can to readers. Daisy is married, with two grown up sons. Antiques and collecting entertain Daisy when she isn’t writing. There are also some rare occasions she makes a meal that doesn’t stick to the pan.
Serving the Serpent will be available from Liquid Silver Books on 23rd of November 2015
In Wales, Ceridwyn takes up her inherited duty to care for the dragons in the mountains. Awed by them and the huge book about them, she is determined to prove her worth.
Far away in Norway, Leif has growing concerns for his sick dragon. He discovers only one cure will stop his dragon’s suffering. The mighty Herensuge must journey to find his bonded mate.
When they meet, Ceri and Leif make combined efforts to aid the dragons and discover an astonishing surprise.
The great lore book each of them protects tells they have a responsibility to the future. At this rare and magical time, not only the dragon pairing must occur.
Join Ceri and Leif as they work to keep the sworn silence and keep the dragons safe.
Friendship is growing between them, but will it be enough? Can love blossom between two chosen to serve the serpent?
Ceri said a swift, silent prayer and ducked into the cave mouth. Here, she undid the belt at her hips so her robes hung smooth as they should, and she slid off her Wellington boots. From this entrance, she’d tread barefoot over the chilly surface of the compacted pale clay and raw quartz pebbles of the path. Along and down, she searched with her fingers over the cold and damp rock wall, feeling her way down. She descended deeper into the gloom and passed the low-hanging lump of granite Mam always called Lizzie’s Pap. The darkness now complete, her stomach rolling and her breathing rapid, she heard the echo of Mam’s instructions in her mind as she stepped for the first time onto the gravel-edged shore where the dark waters of the Jet Llyn joined her world to that of her new charges.
She counted four paces forward. Blind for now, she stretched out her right arm and felt about in the darkness until she found the thick branch of wood holding the torch she needed to light.
Tiny pebbles stuck under her toes. The nip in the air sent a shiver over her as she set her willow wand down, and with her fingers a bit shaky, she struck the match to light the moss wound around the top of the pole wedged into the gravel. The torch flared. The dry stalks, which must be replaced each visit here, took easily and burned up bright. She breathed out in a rush of relief.
So far, everything was as it should be. A fresh rash of trembles raised gooseflesh all down her arms and not because of the chill in the cavern.
Ceri picked up her wand and lifted the lit torch. She carried the light in front of her in her left hand until she reached the scrap of gritty beach with its short rock causeway that projected forward like a finger reaching out toward the middle of the deep water. Here, she held the torch shoulder high so the light glittered and reflected as in a mirror off the depths of the Jet Llyn. In her other hand, she held the quartz-crystal-tipped rod, and pointing it, she positioned the clear stone on her wand so it hovered over the still dark surface.
She swallowed, gave a little quiver, forced down her apprehension, and sucked in a breath.
Beneath the quartz point of her rod, illuminated by the bright torchlight, a single fat bubble rose. The water rippled. Stronger circular movements followed until small waves lapped at the shore inches from where she curled her toes so they gripped into the stones.
An itch tickled in her palm, but she kept the rod steady.
Just as Mam said, they were coming for her.
The dragons were coming.
Daisy Banks is the author of:
Marked for Magic
A Perfect Match
A Gentleman’s Folly
Your Heart My Soul
A Matter of Some Scandal
Daisy Banks writes a regular monthly story in the Sexy to Go compilations.
TAGLINE:A touchdown for the coach when the music
teacher accepts his love
childhood, Virginia Manning has planned for a career as a concert clarinetist.
Blindsided by family circumstances, her plans are interrupted, taking her down
a path she would never have chosen. As a music teacher, Virginia’s relationship
with the football coach goes from problematic to romantic. After Blake’s brush
with death, a scared Virginia runs away looking for the contentment music has
always brought to her life.
Blake Oliver has experienced disappointment and pain, he opts for a fresh start
in a small New England town. Accepting the position of football coach, he isn’t
looking for love when it finds him. But when Virginia leaves to pursue a
performance career, Blake realizes it’s not where you live but having someone
to love that matters. His only problem is making her understand that as well.
pulled her arms across her chest in an attempt to calm her shivering. Bright
lights reflected from her rearview mirror, the only headlights she had seen
since she had stopped on the side of the ride. Releasing a sigh of relief, she
waited for flashing blue lights to interrupt the blackness surrounding the car.
No blue lights. Her heart began
racing at hearing a car door slam. She was alone, on a deserted highway.
Checking the locks on her doors, she thought about driving away, but how far
could she go with a flat tire?
tap on the passenger window made her jump. “Hey.”
dark night made it impossible to see the face outside the passenger window.
Fear made it impossible to move.
on, Gin. It’s wet out here.”
one else called her Gin. She hit the automatic button releasing the lock and
Blake pulled the door open. Relief flooded her body and was replaced by
— you nearly scared me to death.”
the best time for a flat tire. You’re soaked.”
not so very dry yourself.”
are you headed?”
was on my way home. I had an early dinner with my family before they left for
the weekend. Staying to play my piano wasn’t a bad idea — I just got caught up
in my music.” She loved how her music could take her away from everything, but
the downside was eventually she had to come back to reality. “Anyway, I was going
through my options when you drove up.”
spare is lying in the mud.”
was going to try changing it, but when the lightning started, I chickened out.”
you can’t drive all the way to Boston soaked to the skin. And I really don’t
want to change a tire in this downpour.”
what do you suggest I do?”
me take you back to your sister’s house. You can stay the night and deal with
the tire in the morning.”
didn’t respond, didn’t want this moment to end. He was here, beside her and the
intensity of how much she had missed him came crashing down upon her like
tumultuous waves hitting a jagged rock wall along the seashore.
looked up. “That sounds good.”
he leaned over and pulled the keys from the ignition, it took all Virginia’s
willpower to keep from pulling him close.
It was thoughts of what she would do after
retirement from a twenty-eight-year career in healthcare that spurred Rachel to
begin writing her first manuscript in March of 2012. Needing guidance and support
with her new endeavor, she joined local and national writing groups.
Rachel signed her first contract in 2013
and her debut novel, To Dance One More Day was released in June of 2014. She is
eagerly awaiting retirement to write full time.
A music enthusiast for decades, Rachel
resides in Kennesaw, Georgia with her husband of thirty-seven years and a
spoiled Labrador retriever. She is a member of Georgia Writers Association,
Georgia Romance Writers and is a PRO member of Romance Writers of America.
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