| Author: | Tani Fredricks | ISBN: | 9781466183896 |
| Publisher: | Boruma Publishing, LLC | Publication: | March 7, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Tani Fredricks |
| ISBN: | 9781466183896 |
| Publisher: | Boruma Publishing, LLC |
| Publication: | March 7, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Ceara wanted to be a top-ranked healer, and she studied everything Maro could teach her. But the most important lesson--opening her heart and mind to another person's desires--could only be learned in Maro's strong arms.
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
“Look in the mirror, Ceara.”
She stared at the strange device in his other hand as if it possessed wings and fangs. A pale, frightened face was staring back at her from inside the cold metal frame. Instinctively she lifted a hand to her own cheek, and the strange girl copied her movement. Thick black curls bounced in wild disarray as Ceara gasped and jerked away. “Have you stolen my soul?” she whispered in a terrified voice.
Maro blinked in surprise. “Haven’t you ever seen your own face before? Look closer,” he urged.
Ceara sucked in a quick startled breath. Eyes the color of shiny silver coins stared back at her. “But I’m not a Healer,” she protested. “I don’t know anything about healing.”
“You can be taught.” Maro’s somber face suddenly lit with a glowing smile. “Just as I was taught.”
Pain radiated from his lean frame; she could feel it like an empty ache in her belly. Once she became aware of it, the curious ache plagued her every waking moment. And at night, her dreams were troubled and restless, filled with strange images and emotions that left her trembling and drenched with sweat. More than once, she woke with a rasping gasp, burning in every nerve.
“It burns inside me!” she whimpered, clenching her small hands into fists. “Maro...”
Ceara wanted to be a top-ranked healer, and she studied everything Maro could teach her. But the most important lesson--opening her heart and mind to another person's desires--could only be learned in Maro's strong arms.
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
“Look in the mirror, Ceara.”
She stared at the strange device in his other hand as if it possessed wings and fangs. A pale, frightened face was staring back at her from inside the cold metal frame. Instinctively she lifted a hand to her own cheek, and the strange girl copied her movement. Thick black curls bounced in wild disarray as Ceara gasped and jerked away. “Have you stolen my soul?” she whispered in a terrified voice.
Maro blinked in surprise. “Haven’t you ever seen your own face before? Look closer,” he urged.
Ceara sucked in a quick startled breath. Eyes the color of shiny silver coins stared back at her. “But I’m not a Healer,” she protested. “I don’t know anything about healing.”
“You can be taught.” Maro’s somber face suddenly lit with a glowing smile. “Just as I was taught.”
Pain radiated from his lean frame; she could feel it like an empty ache in her belly. Once she became aware of it, the curious ache plagued her every waking moment. And at night, her dreams were troubled and restless, filled with strange images and emotions that left her trembling and drenched with sweat. More than once, she woke with a rasping gasp, burning in every nerve.
“It burns inside me!” she whimpered, clenching her small hands into fists. “Maro...”
