The forests of Miriam Cait’s new world hold more secrets than she can count, and more dangers than she cares to know. Unfortunately, hey must travel through one such forest on their way to Xander’s kingdom. The troubles start with a drenching rain and end at the city of the Arbor Fae, a wood folk who have more than one skeleton in their closet.
A darkness has fallen on their woods, and Xander and the others volunteer their services. Unbeknown to them, the danger is far older and far deadlier than they could have imagined. Friends become foes and enemies multiply as Miriam and her dragon lover try to defeat the rising evil before they, too, are consumed by the darkness.
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Fantasy Romance
The life of a Maiden to a dragon didn’t seem so glamorous. Actually, at that moment it was downright miserable.
“A warm fire. An electric blanket. A roof over my head.”
That was my dream mantra as our group of two dozen riders rode through a torrential rain. All around us was a world of mud and thick forest. We were three days out from the High Castle, and ahead of us was another four days of outdoor fun. The dirt road we traveled on was now a mud pit fit for any hog. My cloak was soaked through and there were two puddles always with me, one in each of my riding boots.
I could barely see ten feet in front of my horse’s nose, and what I saw I didn’t like. More rain. “A warm fire. An electric-”
“Do you know how to create electricity?” Xander, my personal dragon lord, asked me. He rode close beside me, and in front of us were half our guards. Behind us were the other half along with a few servants and our two friends, Stephanie and Cayden.
I raised my hooded head and arched an eyebrow at my dragon lord. “Do you even know what electricity is?”
He smiled and gave a nod. “Yes. Darda spoke often of your world when she first came into my mother’s service. Her tales of electricity, power without physical force, have stayed with me.”
“She’s from my world?” I asked him.
He nodded. “Yes. The Portal is always open, and because of that people have been known to fall through. The rules demanded she not return to warn others, and so she was pressed into the service of the priests of the Portal until she was given to my mother.”
I glanced over my shoulder at the short woman who followed behind us. Her stooped servile posture and primitive attire didn’t bespeak of a person from my world. Still, that did explain her talk to we girls in the stable and about what we were leaving behind.
“So how long ago did she stumble into this place?” I asked him.
“Nearly sixty years ago.”
I winced. That was a long time without electricity.