Mending Scars by Brandy L Rivers Book 5 Others of Edenton Adult Paranormal Romance Coming 12-29-2014
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Some scars run soul deep. Preston finally knows what he wants, but it’s an uphill battle to win her confidence. Dacia has been hurt countless times, including by his own hand. Despite her accusations, he wants what’s best for her. Dacia struggles with her inability to trust. Her mother has always been too wrapped up in her own life to pay attention. Her father only comes around when it benefits him. Dacia no longer believes she’ll ever come first. Remus is a fugitive on Earth and in Faerie. His ungrateful daughter refuses to help, even when a mage nearly tracks him down. His best hope is pitting Dacia and Preston against each other. Ultimately, Dacia must choose. Can Preston help mend her scarred heart? Or will her father’s corrupt plan spoil Dacia’s chance at happiness?
Excerpt:
“Whatever Preston’s done to you, it looks good on you.”
She froze, watching Amethyst with wide eyes, trying to
process exactly what she meant. “I… uh…”
Amethyst leaned over to whisper, “Hayden told me about your
bond. I’m happy for both of you.” She sat back, beaming.
Stunned, Dacia nodded slowly.
“No one else knows, but Preston needed Hayden’s help on
something. It only came up because it was sort of necessary,” Amethyst
explained, then sighed. “He wouldn’t tell me anything more than that. Whatever
happens, take care of him. He’ll do the same for you.”
“I hope I don’t screw up.” Dacia took a sip of her drink to
avoid more conversation.
Amethyst giggled. “Turn around and look at the smile on his
face.”
Dacia turned, and found hope, and something more on his
face. Trust never came easy, but Preston was gaining hers slowly. Everything he
did and said was sincere. But how long would it last?
“I missed you,” he said simply, holding out his hand for
hers. She took it and he pulled her into his embrace. His lips grazed over
hers, before trailing a path to her ear. “Care to dance?”
“Mmm, of course.”
He pulled her to the dance floor, and wound his arms around
her. The song was slow, and they didn’t do much more than sway, but being in
his arms was the only place she wanted to be.
The whole world slid away as she fell into his crystal blue
eyes. Nothing else existed.
“How was your day?” he asked in a rumble that ignited the
fire inside her.
“Hmm?”
He chuckled, low and masculine. “What did you do while I was
busy working?”
“Oh,” blushing, she nodded toward Lincoln who was dancing
with Monique. She ran the boutique in Edenton, had her own clothing line, and
occasionally travelled for fashion shows. “Showed Lincoln a house, and he
bought it.”
Preston’s gaze swung to Lincoln. “That so?” His head tipped
to the side. “Interesting.”
His attention returned and he licked his lips. She couldn’t
resist, and pressed her mouth to his for a slow kiss. Gradually the heat
intensified until she was all but panting.
“I want you,” he whispered against her ear.
“Mmm. Need you.”
Lincoln leaned over. “I have a ride.
Dacia jumped in surprise. Looking over, she asked, “You
sure?”
He nodded, a sly smile on his face. “Going to a party.” He
glanced over at Monique, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. “She’s going to help me
with my wardrobe.”
“You look fine.”
His brow arched but his gaze slipped away. “I want to
impress someone specific.”
“Be yourself. Same man I saw tonight at dinner. She’ll be
impressed, Lincoln.”
“Thank you, but it’s time to start living, for me. New
clothes can’t hurt.” With that he disappeared into the crowd
Preston chuckled. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Your house or mine?”
“Does it matter?”
“Mine then.”
“I’ll race you.”
“Mmm, what do I get when I win?”
“Anything you want, Minx.”
“You.”
“Already got me.”
“See you at my house,” she taunted.
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