Novels are an adventure just waiting for you to open the pages and take
a whirl. It is all about imagination and using it to escape. So take a
spin and see where you end up and let your mind escape… ~ Taige
Crenshaw
A man will come to you
in the darkest moon. The trees will shade and protect your union of
the soul. Before the final step to merge your body is taken, a choice
must be made.
Peyton Blackstone, a
natural born witch, knew from the prophecy that accompanied her birth
that a man would come to her. Yet, when the man who is set to be her’s
arrives, Peyton isn’t ready for him or the ramifications his coming
will cause. This man who deals with reality has a few secrets of his
own--secrets that could very well destroy them both.
Wesley McCarty
believes the woman he meets under the moonlight is not real. Suffering
from unexplained blackouts, he believes he is losing his mind. When he
sees her again, he realizes not only is his fantasy woman real, but
she is within his reach. He must have her, no matter the cost.
Nothing will stop him. Not his blackouts, or any legacies or
prophecies. He will have this woman who sets his blood on fire and
completes his soul.
Legacies, destiny, and
prophecy can not withstand this power of attraction.
Warning:
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Wesley was amused by the look of fury mixed with distress on Ian’s
normally affable face. He turned, interested in seeing the person who
caused such a reaction. Shocked emerald green eyes stared at him. His
heart skipped a beat.
Wesley hungrily took in the woman from the forest. She was real. He
wasn’t losing his mind. Unconsciously, he took a step towards her. She
backed up a step.
Fury filled him. She had run from him once, and she wasn’t doing it
again. With a determined stride, he closed the space between them and
grabbed her arm. She tried to shrug him off. He changed his grip and
yanked her against his body. A shudder racked him as their bodies
touched. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla he had thought he imagined
cloyed around them. He felt her shiver in reaction. Her eyes heated
then went cool.
A click sounded behind him. Absently, he looked away from her
compelling gaze. He stilled at the sight of the gun trained on him.
The wrath in the other woman’s amber gaze let him know she was waiting
for an excuse to blow him away. Her features, so much like those of
the woman he held, told him they were somehow related.
The woman in his arms moved against him. The feel of her soft breasts
against his chest drove all sane thought from his mind. He turned and
jerked her up into his arms.
“Wrap your legs around me,” Wesley growled.
The woman’s eyes narrowed, but she clamped her legs around his waist.
“Don’t order me around.” Her husky voice stroked along his senses.
He put his face close to hers. “Don’t give me reason to.”
She jerked back. He clamped his hands on her ass to hold her against
him. She stilled. Wesley gritted his teeth at the feel of her
jean-clad mound against him. His mind flashed to the forest and their
kiss. He saw the answering flare in her green gaze.
