It's here! Release day for my Faery Rosette with The Wild Rose Press, Through Hell and High Water! Happy day!
What if your life is nothing but a spell full of lies…?
When Melaina attends her friend’s Halloween party she never expects to be thrust into a surreal world. But she finds herself irresistibly drawn to a broad-shouldered stranger who somehow knows her name. When one of the guests disappears in flames, the sexy hunk whisks her away…and spins a fantastic tale.
Oren knows Melaina is a real-life water nymph under a faery’s memory spell. Melaina is his soul mate and their betrothal restored power to the naiad people--until a demon decided he'd rather have Melaina for himself. Now, the demon has tracked her down and Oren must find a way to restore Melaina's memory before it is too late.
Melaina is astonished. Naiads? Faeries? Demons? But she can't ignore her attraction to Oren--or the way his touch is making her body remember things her brain can't...
A plan had just begun to take shape in my head when I saw “him” across the room.
He stood tall and broad shouldered, his pale skin practically glowing in the light. His blond hair, slightly darker than my own, barely skimmed his shoulders and framed the most handsome face I think I’d ever seen. High, sculpted cheekbones melded into a solid jaw set with determination. His shirt stretched across a muscular chest, and the blue fabric matched my own costume.
My breath caught as my eyes committed each minute detail of him to memory. My mouth watered as my eyes eagerly drank him in. He had the bottom of his shirt tucked into the narrow waistband of black leather pants that hugged a pair of firm thighs like an embrace.
When my gaze returned to his face from the little visual vacation it took over his perfect body, I found him staring at me with a pair of ocean-blue eyes I thought of drowning in. Something about his eyes reminded me of the ones that stared back at me from the mirror each day. That fact I noted with a start. Whoa.
I stood mesmerized as he walked towards me. He moved with a grace unlike any man I’d ever seen, gliding across the room with fluid and deliberate strides.
He stopped in front of me, his eyes even more striking and blue up close, and they were intently studying me. I looked down for a moment, confusion clouding my brain. I realized we were standing in the middle of the room. Apparently, my feet had a mind of their own and decided to meet him halfway, because I had no memory at all of giving them the command to move.
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