My January release, a fun fantasy fated mates. No cover yet!
Excerpt:
In the middle of the night, something woke her. A light, coming from the creek. What a weird color. Lilac, pale blue and green mist weaved and danced above the nearly dry creek bed.
Brinley had to see this! Must be some type of Montana phenomenon. She cracked the door to the camper and listened for Donny. He was snoring.
Mist whirled and circled the creek, which she knew was shallow. She’d watched the little kids play in the thigh-deep water. She longed to get in there, but her chubby body in a swimsuit would open her to ridicule. Plus the dark bruise on her leg would cause people to stare. Donny, when he was done calling her fatty, would think she was coming on to him, and she really didn’t ever want to have sex with him again. Or another fight.
The night was cooler now. She pulled on her sneakers and crept forward in the dark. I’ll just put my feet in the shallow water and watch the mist. Kicking off her shoes, Brinley stepped in. The water was ice-cold. The mist almost felt like cotton puffs brushing against her body. It swirled so it made her dizzy. Her feet slipped on the fine sand, and she slid down.
The water closed over her head. She panicked. How can this be? The creek was shallow!
Her feet came out into the air, followed rapidly by the rest of her, falling. Breathing, but falling. She landed in a type of net and bounced back into the air.
It wasn’t dark night anymore. A huge full moon shined down on a net hammock filled with warm furs, pillows decorated with ribbons, and an occasional flower. The glowing white moon, much larger than the moon of Earth, bathed everything in a pearlescent glow. Including the ...man?
He isn’t a man! His bare chest tapered down to the front end of a white horse, and his long hair was pale blue. His eyes were also pale blue and glinted like jewels. Not human.
She noticed his finely carved abs and arm muscles. As he moved toward her, she caught a glimpse of a long pale blue tail.
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