Publication date: August 7th 2018
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance
Only love can save them…Wren O’Hara is waiting for the day she succumbs to mental illness like her mother. When she is attacked by a psychotic client at work, and saved by what must be an angel, she fears the time for insanity has come.Little does she know, her savior is an immortal warrior druid named Riagan Tenman, and that he will challenge everything she ever thought she knew about reality.Now Wren must decide if the Fantasy unfolding before her is true, or if she has finally lost her mind.
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Wren collapsed against a nearby tree, unable to hold her weight a minute longer.
He was standing there before her. In the flesh.
Or was he?
A white hazy light swirled around him, making him appear almost translucent. His skin was pale, flawless, and as smooth as marble. His green eyes flared, almost iridescent and almost glowing.
The chatter in her head erupted into a hundred small voices, and she wanted to scream. Digging her nails into the bark of the tree, she started to cry. She couldn’t tell if he was real.
Was this what her mom felt when she had her first breakdown? Unable to tell what was real and what wasn’t?
Wren’s worst nightmare was unfolding, page by page, right in front of her, like a novel whose pages were being flipped by a ghost.
“Why are you crying?” the deep voice asked.
She jerked her chin up. He spoke, didn’t he? He just spoke. Does that mean he’s real?
Hope bloomed in her like a flower. If he spoke, that meant there was a man standing before her. But she had heard him speak before when he’d called her lass. And her mother often thought her delusions were real, going so far as to try and bring Wren into the conversations.
The fleeting hope became muted by a pain that bubbled up from deep within her heart, from the darkest place where she laid all her fears. It spilled out into her bloodstream, pouring through her body. The fact that she wasn’t sure said it all. How many times had she heard voices, turned, and no one was there? Countless, that was how many.
“Lass, you are well?”
The voice was pleasing to her ears, deeper and more masculine than Brian’s. She found her own voice and demanded, “Did you kill Jerry?”
She planted her hands on her hips, but when his eyes dropped from her face to her breasts, she lowered her hands back to her sides and tugged at her shirt.
Typical. Even an imaginary man can’t find my eyes.
“Seriously?” she demanded when he wouldn’t lift his gaze.
He cleared his throat as his eyes swept upward. “Um, sorry. You have breasts so beautiful they mimic the full moon in a cloudless sky.” He cupped his hands, curling his fingers to the shape of a woman’s breasts. In this case, herbreasts.
“What?” If her subconscious was creating this man, she needed to work on her creativity.
As he gawked, eyes returning south of her chin, she took the moment to return the insulting scrutiny. His hair, longer than any man’s she’d ever seen, fell halfway down his back. It was nearly white with a golden tinge. His skin was so pale, had blood ever pumped through his body? He blinked. His chest, broad and thick and muscular, rose then fell with each breath.
He must be real.
Determined to set her fears aside, she marched forward like a soldier. If there was nothing there but air when she tried to touch him, she’d drive to the hospital herself.
He didn’t move as she approached, his arms still outstretched, his hands still cupped. She stopped a foot away. His face was exactly as she remembered, as if his image imbedded itself in her mind and she knew no matter how long she lived, she would never forget this face. Delusion or reality.
But that didn’t answer the question of whether he was real or not.
So she pinched him.
Laire McKinney is the author of contemporary and fantasy women’s fiction. She believes in a hard-earned happily-ever-after, with nothing more satisfying than passionate kisses and sexy love scenes, endearing characters and complex conflict. When not writing, she can be found traipsing among the wildflowers, reading under a willow tree, or gazing at the moon while pondering the meaning of it all. She lives in Virginia with her family and beloved rescue pup, Lila da Bean.Website / Facebook / Twitter
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