| Author: | Danica Slate | ISBN: | 1230000145230 |
| Publisher: | Danica Slate | Publication: | June 26, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Danica Slate |
| ISBN: | 1230000145230 |
| Publisher: | Danica Slate |
| Publication: | June 26, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
The mystical forest is a place few humans venture, but young Anya must brave it when her brother falls ill and can only be cured by a rare herb found in its most dangerous areas.
When Anya falls victim to a faerie trap, she is unexpectedly rescued by a handsome centaur named Cole. Mutual attraction leads to a forbidden lust between the two, and Anya quickly succumbs to Cole’s powerful desire. But what future could two creatures of such different worlds have?
Excerpt:
She took a weary step forward. The centaur tensed but didn't move an inch when she reached up and took his face gently in her hands. “You saved my life. I owe you my assistance.”
For the first time since she'd seen him, his face relaxed and all of the anger that distorted his features melted away to reveal the caring man behind the warrior. His yellow eyes burned into her, making her painfully aware of how badly her clothes had been shredded.
“What's your name?” she asked.
“Cole.” His voice had taken on that deliciously low timbre again.
Cole, she mused. The name fit him well. “I'm Anya. Will you let me help you, Cole?”
The struggle behind his eyes was clear. She could see that part of him wanted to turn and run back into the forest, risk the infection and leave her to her own devices. But then there was that other part. The part that wanted to take her up on her offer. And from the way his eyes raked over her body, he may have had other wants as well.
Wordlessly, he folded his long horse legs beneath him. Laying down, he was still eye level with her. He turned his head slightly, giving her access to the wounds and she wasted no time in digging through her bag, which had somehow, miraculously stayed on during her attack.
She pulled out some bandages and a salve that she always kept on hand, then scooped gracious amounts of it over his cheek. “You'll always have the scars,” she said, brushing his hair back with gentle hands. “But this will keep them from being as bad as they could be.”
The mystical forest is a place few humans venture, but young Anya must brave it when her brother falls ill and can only be cured by a rare herb found in its most dangerous areas.
When Anya falls victim to a faerie trap, she is unexpectedly rescued by a handsome centaur named Cole. Mutual attraction leads to a forbidden lust between the two, and Anya quickly succumbs to Cole’s powerful desire. But what future could two creatures of such different worlds have?
Excerpt:
She took a weary step forward. The centaur tensed but didn't move an inch when she reached up and took his face gently in her hands. “You saved my life. I owe you my assistance.”
For the first time since she'd seen him, his face relaxed and all of the anger that distorted his features melted away to reveal the caring man behind the warrior. His yellow eyes burned into her, making her painfully aware of how badly her clothes had been shredded.
“What's your name?” she asked.
“Cole.” His voice had taken on that deliciously low timbre again.
Cole, she mused. The name fit him well. “I'm Anya. Will you let me help you, Cole?”
The struggle behind his eyes was clear. She could see that part of him wanted to turn and run back into the forest, risk the infection and leave her to her own devices. But then there was that other part. The part that wanted to take her up on her offer. And from the way his eyes raked over her body, he may have had other wants as well.
Wordlessly, he folded his long horse legs beneath him. Laying down, he was still eye level with her. He turned his head slightly, giving her access to the wounds and she wasted no time in digging through her bag, which had somehow, miraculously stayed on during her attack.
She pulled out some bandages and a salve that she always kept on hand, then scooped gracious amounts of it over his cheek. “You'll always have the scars,” she said, brushing his hair back with gentle hands. “But this will keep them from being as bad as they could be.”
