A sneak peek (unedited excerpt) from 'Just His Fae Kiss', a work in progress, the next tale in the Highland Gardens series...
Garden clogs scuffing over the woodland trail, Caitrina took the short walk at a vigorous pace, glad she’d changed into a t-shirt and shorts. Perhaps she’d get her hands dirty puttering in the flower beds. That should make her feel better.
Only a few minutes passed before she entered through the front gate of the display garden and found the serenity she sought in the heady scents of an abundance of summer blooming plants. Bright pink Stargazer oriental lilies provided the most potent of the fragrances.
She dropped onto the cement garden bench with an audible sigh. The joyous reunion of Tevin with his parents and the exuberant well-wishers had brought on a mind-numbing melancholy along with the guilt. She’d missed her friends during the six year self-imposed banishment.
All their friends from Anderson Creek were at the house to celebrate Tevin’s return. Except for one. Why hadn’t Douglas come?
He claimed to be in love with Caitrina. Okay, that was six years ago. Had he lost interest during her absence? Had he found someone new? Married?
Finn claimed to have informed him of her return. Said Douglas planned to drive over in his truck. But several hours had passed and the man was a no show.
Damn the man. She’d missed him terribly while she’d been gone.
Caitrina’s sensitive ears perked at a nearby rustle of leaves. Someone approached from the rear of the garden. Someone who smelled very much like a faerie. A familiar faerie. Shite! Caitrina jumped to her feet. Darted a panicked gaze from side to side. Thought to fade into the vanishing. Shite, shite, shite! She wasn’t calm enough to disappear.
She needed to slow her heart rate. Concentrate. But how could she do that when she’d been thinking of Douglas. And now this…
Stop it. She shouldn’t be so fretful. She was surely mistaken. He wouldn’t come to her on foot. Her betrothed wouldn’t lower himself to such a human mode of mobility. He would just appear in front of her from the nether and issue unreasonable demands.
To prove her wrong, Dugaid strode from the rhododendron trail in all his dark, masculine beauty, the black silk mask covering a portion of his face adding to his raw sex appeal. Garbed in black leather, and with all manner of weaponry draping his powerful six-foot seven frame, no one could mistake him for any other than the Prince of the Black River. The Son of the King and Queen of the Fae. The Dark Prince. Caitrina’s betrothed.
Hope you enjoyed this wee sneak peek into 'Just His Fae Kiss', a Highland Gardens Novel.