Jen Mackell has suppressed her inherited magickal gifts in the pursuit of a normal life. Unfortunately, this seems to include an existence filled with unending bills, a mentally-numbing job, and an uninspiring marriage to her best friend, Jim. But, after moving with her husband to the picturesque town of Madison, Georgia, Jen's world is turned upside down when she meets the darkly handsome Steven Dunne. She is drawn to him for reasons she doesn’t completely understand.
If Steven's untimely arrival into her life were not enough, Jen has been targeted by Hueil, a banished unseelie fey warrior with secrets of his own, who is intent on bringing her back into his world of enchantments and danger. Jen will have to discern truth from fantasy, master a witch’s spellcraft, and learn the rules for dealing with the dark fey in order to protect herself and the man she is truly destined to love or she might never attain the happy-ever-after she so desperately wants.
Intent on doing some serious backpedaling, she took a deep steadying breath. “I’m sorry. I’m having a bad day and it’s hot. My name is Jennifer,” she offered while wiping sweat off her face with the bottom of her shirt.
“Yeah know, you shouldn’t ride when you’re in a bad mood. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy,” he said, looking clean, cool and in complete control.
It’s hard to be humble and glare at the same time but she somehow managed it as her mood swung from one extreme to another. “I didn’t start out in a bad mood. He did, however,” she explained, pointing to Laddie who was projecting the look of innocence and devotion. Just a poor majestic equine forced to endure an inept rider’s demands. If a giant cross had appeared next to them, her long suffering horse would have crawled onto it.
“It’s never the horse’s fault. It’s always the rider’s. I’m Steven Dunne, by the way,” he said, still slightly amused.
She could feel Laddie gloating, and she wasn't sure what Steven was so damn amused about. Who the hell is this guy? Jen took yet another deep breath to steady her temper. At this rate she was going to hyperventilate. Steven might be tall, attractive, and smell enticing but she didn’t trust her temper or frayed emotions to come up with a civil response, so she turned her back to Mr. Perfect and began leading Laddie to the shed-row barn. Steven followed uninvited, offering to open or close gates as they went.
Jen watched him unlock the last gate, noticing his tight ass and muscular thighs. “I’m married,” she blurted. Oh my god. What’s wrong with me? Had she said that out loud?
He turned and looked at her as one eyebrow rose in a silent question.
She supposed he was waiting to see if there was more to that abrupt confession. Her legs felt wobbly. She wasn't sure if it was the result of her lack-luster riding and the heat or her body's response to this irritating man. His staring was making her heart beat overtime.
She tried to swallow, her mouth suddenly going dry under his scrutiny. She could feel the electric current crackle and arch in the air around them, much like the building charge of an impending thunderstorm. Time seemed to slow, punctuating the moment, then there was a shift. It was subtle, but she recognized it immediately.
“I’m sorry. I must be suffering from heat fatigue today,” she said lamely. Fate – that’s what she felt. Like tumblers falling into place or dice coming to rest. She could almost hear them settle, first one, then another. In that moment, she knew her life was going to change.
The crow, unnoticed on a fence post, sat watching, cocking its head one way then the other.
“I’m sure you’re fine,” he said, smiling fully for the first time. The smile lit up his eyes, making them more golden than hazel-brown just as time resumed its measured march forward.