Series: High Fae Trilogy #1
Release Date: November 22, 2019
After a successful twenty-one years of avoidance, a prophecy describing the next Great War leads academy recruiter Orin to her home. He offers her a new start, an explanation, and training for her wayward power. Tiana can’t help but accept when she feels a draw toward him that leaves her breathless.
Little does she know that her powers are more than anyone had bargained for.
Disclaimer: This book is a paranormal romance that contains sexual content that may not be appropriate for young readers under the age of 18.
My eyes flutter open and I sit up. A silhouette of a fully transformed fae male is sitting cross-legged in front of me. He’s the spitting image of Lucian with small differences. He looks like he’d be taller and brawnier. Despite him merely being an image made of magic and light, his eyes glow deep purple, the darker cousins to Lucian’s. His midnight hair is long and pulled back behind his head in a braid running down his back. Rowan could be Lucian’s older brother. Or a more dangerous, feral, and powerful version of him.
“Why do you look just like him? How are you doing this?”
My reply comes out breathy and strange. He replies, and while his mouth moves, I can only hear him in my head.
Using your magical well, I can manifest like this for short periods of time. I look like Lucian because I am his distant relative. Before I became the king of the fae, I was a citizen of the spirit court within the royal family.
My hands move toward his form by themselves before I snatch them back again, “Can I touch you?”
He moves closer, one blink he’s a few feet away, and then his knees are nearly touching mine. It doesn’t startle me. If anything, I lean closer to him in wonder. His form is made up entirely of magic, swirling colors moving quickly throughout.
You may touch me, if you’d like to.
I reach out with shaking fingers and lay one hand against his chest. It feels solid and real. Like he’s living and breathing right in front of me. When his fingers come up to brush my cheek, my eyelids flutter closed. It almost feels like my own soul is caressing me, comforting me, making me whole again. I hold his face in my hands and run my thumbs over his smooth cheeks. When Rowan smiles at me it takes my breath away. Magic is sparkling off him so vividly that I almost want to shield my eyes.
While Lucian calls to my spirit, Rowan calls to my very being. The darkest depths or recesses of my soul. He knows everything about me, yet I can sense love and tenderness from him that makes me feel safe and happy. We move to lie side by side together with our hands clasped tightly.
We lie there like that long after darkness had fallen and the stars came out. We spoke about our fears, his life he led while being king, and what may come of us in the future. It’s a simple interaction that has no expectations, no tensions, and it’s a relief to have this time with him. Although, it may have had the opposite effect of what Rowan was hoping for. While I feel closer to him, and my heart aches for him, he still isn’t real, right? He can’t stay with me forever like this. And do I only like him more now because he resembles Lucian, the man that I’m almost certain is my fated mate? The confusion in my chest grows as I roll onto my side to face him.
His form is dimmer now as if he doesn’t have much more time before he will disappear. It allows me to better study his features. Rowan has a strong jawline, deep coal violet eyes, and crow’s feet that speak of many hours spent laughing. I can see his emotions plainly on his face as he watches me in return. Love, fear, uncertainty.
Are they simply a reflection of my own feelings, or is Rowan capable of feeling things? I’m still not sure how this shared body thing works. The thought leads me back to the main question I keep asking. As if sensing my inner monologue, he leans over me, one hand on either side of my head. His eyes search my face, while his looks vulnerable. The pure honesty we have between us gives me the courage to ask him one of my many burning questions.
Are you real?
I am real, Tiana. For you, I am real.”