First of all, I apologize for missing my spot last week. It was my birthday, I turned 40, and my brain kinda turned to mush for a day or so.
This week, I’m thrilled to announce the release of my new novel Eternal Love, which has just become available from Pink Petal Books. For over 900 years, immortal Rhys Trevellian has been in love with the same soul, which once resided in the body of his childhood love Gwen. In seven subsequent lifetimes, she’s returned to Rhys’s life, only to be murdered by fanatic immortals who want to prevent Rhys from transmuting Gwen to immortality. Now, he has found her yet again, living in a small Maine town and hiding from her abusive ex-fiance. As Gwen Davies learns to trust Rhys and accept the truth about him and her previous lives with him, the two must run to hide from the fanatics and from the immortal authorities, who seek to execute Rhys for murder.
A short excerpt:
He deserved happiness now. They both did. If only he could persuade her to accompany him out of town before the others arrived to separate them once again.
Thunder boomed again, and a flash of lightning illuminated the room. Control yourself. The stern thought pulled Rhys back to his reason for following Gwen when she’d run from him. If he became too intense about convincing her of the truth, she would only run again.
He wanted her to run with him, not from him. He settled on the worn couch to wait for her to return.
After a few minutes, with damp, tousled hair and wearing an oversized T-shirt and baggy shorts, Gwen opened the bedroom door. She hesitated a long moment before she quietly said, “Please excuse the way I’m dressed. I want to be comfortable.”
“It’s fine,” he assured her. He patted the cushion beside him. Instead of approaching the couch, she went to the picture window which overlooked the lake and watched the storm.
Rhys hesitated. “About the kiss—”
“I don’t want to talk about it. You don’t understand what it meant.” She drew the curtain across the window, keeping her back to him. “You didn’t have to come out in this just to bring me the book. It isn’t that important.”
“I gave it to you as a gift, and that made it important to me,” Rhys said firmly. “The storm doesn’t concern me. And you know the book isn’t the only reason I’m here.”
She peeked through the curtain. “Yeah. You’re only staying till the storm’s over, though.”
He inclined his head. “Thank you.” It went against his better judgment to stay alone with her too long. The desire the kiss had kindled burned at full flame at the sight of her, and he didn’t know how long he could resist it. With time, he would control his lust for her. Right now, his body remembered hers against it when they kissed and wanted more. His heart begged him to make love to her so she would be transmuted and would remain with him forever.
With Gwen, centuries of learned self-control had flown straight out the window. Of course, he would never do anything against her will. However, if they remained here in this cottage much longer, his wanting would change to persuading and seducing.
They had no time for lovemaking now, as much as he wished it. He didn’t know how much longer they had before the Purists arrived.
The lights flickered and went out. Almost immediately a spark appeared, and Gwen lit the candles on the mantel. “I expected that,” she explained. “My uncle told me the power here goes out with just a breath of wind.” She paused, and finally turned to look at him, though her eyes didn’t meet his. “I…I’m glad you’re here. I think this storm would scare me if I was alone.”
The admission touched him. He could imagine how hard she found it to admit to needing someone. He kept his tone light as he replied, “Then I’m glad I came. I don’t scare you?”
“Something about you does,” she admitted. “I don’t think you’d hurt me, though. That isn’t what scares me about you.”
“I’d never hurt you,” he vowed. He almost blurted out everything then, but restrained himself. As much as time allowed, he had to move slowly with her so he didn’t frighten her away again.
“Um, do you want anything to drink or eat?” she asked nervously. “I bought some tea yesterday.”
“Nothing, thank you.” He studied her as he’d done so many times in the café, this time with no attempt to hide his gaze. His Gwen. If only he could find the right words to tell her.
To change the subject, he nodded toward the vase. “That’s very attractive.”
“It’s an heirloom.” Gwen went over and touched the vase. “My grandmother passed it on to me. Didn’t that piss off my mother—she’d wanted it for herself. Gran said her grandmother gave it to her and told her it’s something like four hundred years old. I think her grandfather bought it at some shop in England.” She turned back to him and softly added, “It’s about the only thing of mine that Cole didn’t destroy.”
“It’s beautiful.” He met her eyes. “As are you.”
“Don’t start, please.” She returned to the window and pulled the curtain aside to peek out. “Look at those trees. We’ll lose some of them by morning, I’m sure.”
A sudden flash came to Rhys’s mind. “Get away!” he shouted.
Startled, she jumped back from the window. “What—”
Before she could finish the question, a thick branch punctured the window, impaling the air where she had stood an instant before. Glass flew. If she had remained, it would have gashed her badly. Flecks of blood appeared on her arms and legs and spotted the front of her gown. She stood for a moment, stunned, and then took a step forward.