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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 is being taken home after hitting her head, but she also gets an unwanted guest.
“How’d you get here, Sabrina? Did you drive?” Moira asked.
“Yes.” She squirmed in Darius’s arms. “Did anyone grab my purse and coat?”
“You have your coat on, hon, and I have your purse.” Moira lifted her bag. “You shouldn’t be driving with your injury. I’ll give you a ride to the hospital in my Jeep.”
“No, no hospital. I’ll be fine.”
“Sabrina, concussions are serious.”
Sabrina held up her hand. “I’ll be fine at home.”
Moira didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure you’ll be all right alone with the girls?”
“She won’t be alone. I’ll be there to help look after her.” Darius’s voice rumbled against Sabrina’s shoulder.
“No, you don’t have to.” She didn’t want him anywhere near her home when she felt so vulnerable.
“I want to, Ms. Foxglove. And it’s no trouble. I’ll be happy to stay as long as you need.”
Sabrina glared at him while the women who’d overheard sighed with “awwws” and “ohhhhs” at his kindness, but she knew his game. His innocent look only added to her frustration.
The sneaky bastard just got into my home and got a free place to stay.
“All right then, we’ll get you home in a blink.”
Moira led them through the kitchen to the back rooms of the bar and gathered her purse, coat, and keys. She hustled them out the door to her snow-dusted Jeep parked beneath a small overhang. Darius set Sabrina in the back seat and climbed in beside her while Moira stepped out to sweep the windshield. Sabrina wondered where he’d put his huge sword, grateful she didn’t have to hold it for him in the car.
Oh, man, that sounds bad. Can I hold your big sword, Darius? She had to stifle a giggle. Thank the Goddess he can’t hear my thoughts.
“All ready?” Moira asked as she started up the Jeep.
“Yes.” Darius brushed her shoulder with his as he sat back, and she inhaled a scented gust of warmth from his jacket.
Sabrina turned her face before he noticed how much she enjoyed it. She let her gaze drift out her window, hoping the drive home would be quick so she could get away from Darius’s sensual allure.
They left the town and headed across the railroad tracks, bumping over two sets of them laid side by side. Her gaze followed them where they merged together in a synchronicity of rails and ties. Sabrina wondered if her life would ever find such a connection, the perfect blending of two life-lines into one continuous path.
She laughed silently at herself. Not likely after Tommy.
She turned her head just enough to glance at Darius’s noble profile.
And not likely with this peacock, either. He’s a player and the Fae’s minion. Definitely not husband material.
Sabrina tried to ignore the flare of pain from her burned belly. Why am I even thinking of husbands? Marty Robinson must have rubbed off on me after his last threat. She sighed and closed her eyes. A woman needs a husband like a zebra needs a frying pan.
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