"A thrilling and emotionally evocative tale filled with adventure, love and hope. Casie's weaved an exciting medieval fantasy romance series that I can't get enough of."
...Eliza Knight, USA Today bestselling author
He crossed the centuries to find her…
For months Lord Arik has been trying
to find the right combination of runes to create the precise spell to rescue
his wife, Rebeka, but the druid knight will soon discover that reaching her
four hundred years in the future is only the beginning of his quest. He arrives
in the 21st century to find her memory of him erased, his legacy on the brink
of destruction, and traces of dark magick at every turn.
A threat has followed…
Bran, the dark druid, is more
determined than ever to get his revenge. His evil has spread across the
centuries. Arik will lose all. Time is his weapon, and he’s made sure his plan
leaves no one dear to Arik, in past or present, safe from the destruction.
But their enemy has overlooked the strongest magick of all…
Professor Rebeka
Tyler is dealing with more than just a faulty memory. Ownership of Fayne Manor,
her home, has been called into question. Convenient accidents begin happening
putting those she cares for in the line of fire. And then there’s the
unexpected arrival of a strange man dressed like he belonged in a medieval
fair—a man who somehow is always around when needed, and always on her mind.
She doesn’t know who to trust. But one thing is certain. Her family line and
manor have survived for over eleven centuries. She won’t let them fall, not on
her watch… in any century.
Excerpt
She took another step and past the
stone marker.
The air chilled and the sky turned an
array of colors. Everything around her began to swirl. She realized her mistake
too late. The portal, she was in the portal.
Arik. Close
to him now, she reached for him but her hand passed through the form. She
examined her hand turning it over then spotted the shadow of the man.
An illusion?
The shadow turned towards her. She
watched as the wind washed over his face and it changed. “Bran,” she whispered
in disbelief. Her head swiveled while she searched for something, anything to
grab on to. The portal had one use and she had no intention of leaving.
Get
out, her brain shouted.
His lips twisted into a cynical
sneer. He tilted his head in jaunty satisfaction, snapped his fingers and vanished.
“No,” she yelled. “Arik,” she closed her eyes and screamed
in her head trying to mind touch him while the wind tore at her.
“Beka,” he boomed.
Her eyes snapped open. She shielded
them from the dust and debris and stared at Arik on the other side of the
opening. He stood at the high plateau, miles away. His hands were braced on the
opening’s edges, which were nothing more than solid streams of whirling wind.
He struggled to keep the portal from closing.
“Come.” His voice didn’t allow for
any argument.
The wind whipped at her, pushed her
back. She tried again. “I can’t. The wind. Keeps. Pushing. Me. Away.” She shoved
her staff in front of her and anchored it in the ground. Against the gusting
wind, pulled herself towards him.
“A little more, Beka.” He gripped the
edge of the portal with one hand and stretched the other out to her. She shoved
her hand towards him as far as she could. The tips of their fingers brushed. In
a burst of effort he caught the top of her hand, a precarious hold. With a
tight grasp she wrapped her fingers around his thumb.
Safe, she wasn’t far now.
She concentrated on his face. The
corners of his mouth turned up as he pulled her towards safety. The wind grew
stronger buffeting around them then changed its path.
Before she could brace herself for
the new direction, the gust blasted them. Without a firm grip, her hand began
to slip. She pushed through the building panic. His smile slipped. The
expression on his face turned to determination. Again her hand slipped until he
held her by her fingertips.
He held them fast—crushing them but
that didn’t matter. He had to hold on to her. Every muscle strained. Inch by
inch he brought her closer to him. She tried to help him the best way she
could. Anchored to the edge of the portal, Arik encouraged her on. But his
alternatives were limited. The closer she got to him, the stronger the gale
blew. Just a little closer, that’s all she needed for Arik to grab her and get
her out of the portal.
The wind exploded from another
direction.
The blasting gale pushed her staff
away from the opening, across the dirt, cutting an ugly scar in the ground and dragging
her away with her staff.
Away from Arik.© 2015 Ruth A. Casie
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