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?
“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.
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?”
“I’ll race you.”
“Mmm, what do I get when I win?”
“Anything you want, Minx.”
“Already got me.”
“See you at my house,” she taunted.