When Natalia rents a holiday cottage she is
looking for peace and quiet, a place to reassess her life and recover from her
failed relationship. Instead she finds a man who turns her world upside down.
However, people and things are not as they
seem, and Natalia begins to find that legends are real and fairy tales have a
basis in reality. As she grows closer to the enigmatic Damian she finds herself
tested as danger and passion go in hand in hand, and everything she thought she
knew about the world will be questioned.
After years of waiting Damian had given up
hope that he would ever find his destined mate, and he certainly never expected
her to be a sassy American who has no idea that his world even exists. Can he
convince Natalia to believe in the impossible, and more importantly, can he
protect her from those who seek to destroy his people.
eyed the shining water with fresh appreciation. She had to admit it would be
nice to do something to take her mind away from all the crap.
didn't bring a suit," she murmured, a bit regretfully.
grin turned wicked. "You don't need one. There's no one around."
glared at him. "You're around!"
won't look." His eyes were teasing.
Yeah, right! She snorted. "I don't
how about this. I may look, but I promise I won't touch. Unless you ask me to,
burst out laughing, surprising herself. Ten minutes ago, she'd been sobbing her
gaze softened. "Come on, you could do with it."
water did look calm, she thought as she eyed it up. "You're sure it's safe
I used to come here as a kid."
shot him a quick glance at that. It was hard to imagine him as an innocent
child. He grinned back at her as though he knew exactly what she
thinking—which, quite frankly, shouldn't surprise her after today, but she
wasn't going to go there right now.
if you're that bothered leave your underwear on. It's such a warm day you'll
dry out afterward."
it wasn't much different than a bikini, was it? She found herself nodding
before she thought better of it and he reached a hand down to tug her to her
feet. A half smile tugged at her lips. It might be a bit old-fashioned, but she
liked the little gestures he made like that. Then he pulled his shirt over his
head and she stopped breathing.
body was like something out of a magazine, or like the Greek statues at the
museums she'd been to for tedious fundraisers. Bronzed skin covered sculpted
muscles with a dusting of hair leading down into his pants—which, oh Christ,
were coming off as well! She closed her eyes a moment, and then couldn't help
herself and had to peek. So much for wondering whether he was going to keep on
his underwear as he wasn't wearing any. He seemed completely comfortable in his
nakedness, and when he bent over to neatly place his clothes on the rock she
had to clench her hands to restrain from reaching out to that tight ass. Jeez, you could market that! He turned
back to meet her gaze and her cheeks flamed at the knowing amusement in his
eyes. Before her fuddled brain could even start to think of something to say, he
leaned forward and brushed a quick, hard kiss across her lips.
worry. You have the exact same effect on me," he whispered to her and then
stepped back. "See you in there," he told her with a grin, before
turning and jumping off the rock straight into the shining water.
Shelli Rosewarne had always had a dream
in the back of her head about wanting to be a writer. However, like with so
many things, life and paying the bills got in the way and she worked in various
jobs from call centers to shops to offices. She eventually realized that life
is too short not to try and follow your dreams, and has since had two stand
alone novellas published with Breathless Press, along with several submissions
in anthologies, and various works in progress in the pipeline. Yup, she's
having to pinch herself as well! She's currently lucky enough to live in
Edinburgh, where she can be constantly inspired by Scottish folklore and see
castles every day. When not writing she loves reading, music and photography.