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Today I'm teasing with book 2 in the Cloudburst Colorado series, THE BELTANE WITCH. It's a fantasy romantic suspense set in a little Colorado mountain town of Cloudburst. Sabrina Foxglove has found herself at the Bridge, but Darius is there to help.
Goddess of all, he smells wonderful.
Crap. Did she say it aloud? “I said it smells wonderful here now that I can breathe.”
“I’m glad you can. I thought I’d lost you.” Darius’s voice sounded remarkably serious.
“Lost me? So I was dying?” A sick feeling hit Sabrina’s stomach as she reached the tree, touching its marbled bark. “I was that close?”
His teal eyes held no humor. “You stopped breathing when you hit your head.”
Sabrina frowned. “I hit my head?”
“In the coffee house.”
She looked around at the misty environs. “Where are we now, then?”
“At the bridge.”
A rather obvious answer, but she realized he’d capitalized the first letters: The Bridge. She swallowed hard. “Like the Rainbow Bridge of Norse beliefs?”
“The very same.”
Sabrina looked back over her shoulder at the rope bridge disappearing into the mists. “I stood on the other side. I was on Tír na nÓg.”
“Oh, Goddess, my children.” She clutched his shirt.
“They are well, little witch, and so are you. But we must come back to the conscious world or there will be more trouble than just a little headache.”
Pain bloomed like fireworks, lighting Sabrina’s head and her belly on fire. She gasped with the shock of it, opening her eyes. Worried faces filled her vision as sensation came back. The hard floor seeped cold into her shoulder blades while agony clawed at her stomach. She rolled her head and a sickening, wet sound filled her ears as if she lay in viscous liquid.
“I’m here, acushla. Focus on me, just me.”
Darius’s voice grabbed her attention and she swung her gaze to him. She moaned as the room kept turning without her.
“Tír na nÓg,” she whispered.
“I know, acushla. But not yet.” He didn’t smile as his hand rubbed against the pain in her belly. “You’re needed here.”
Everything hurt and the pain created a morass of sensation swamping her. Sabrina tried to focus on the individual points of agony, but they bled into each other.
“I know.” Darius’s voice sounded soothing, but not patronizing.
“Do you remember the coffee?”
Sabrina searched her memories, but she couldn’t find anything about coffee, only the drive to…Where am I now?
“The waitress dropped some coffee on you when you got up to leave. It burned you and you fell over a chair and hit your head.”
None of his words sounded familiar. “Am I burned? Is that why my tummy hurts?”
A soft chuckle issued from him at her choice of words. “It’s not a bad burn. You’ll be tender for a day or so, but it’s not serious.”
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