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Dreams of a Fierce Heart
Dreamwalkers
Book Four
Danube Adele
Genre: Paranormal/Contemporary/Sci-fi Romance
Publisher: Danube Adele Publishing
Date of Publication: 9/9/2019
ISBN: 9781733191609
Number of pages: 470
Word Count: 132, 843
Cover Artist: Evernightdesign – Elle Rossi
Tagline: She’ll do anything to redeem her honor, including putting herself in enemy hands; he’ll do anything to stop her
Book Description:
Fearless.
Some have called me impulsive, and maybe I was, much to my own detriment … at seventeen.
A social pariah in my own nation after being found in a fatally compromising position, I tucked tail and ran to Earth for study, work, and to heal my wounded heart. It took seven years for the opportunity at redemption, to earn my way back home, but it means infiltrating dangerous enemy territory. If the Brausa catch me, I might wish for a quick death.
My goals? I have two of them. Save my childhood friend, our Sunan leader’s last surviving daughter, and, get away from Nick Dylant. His deathbed promise to my older brother has him bulldozing into my life, making demands regarding my safety. He’s even found a way to force a marriage using some obscure, arcane law of old in order to protect me, but if he thinks he can force his will on me, he can think again. There is no way he’s going to control who I am or what I do in this world.
I don’t need his or anyone’s permission to steal away in the middle of the night with a disguise, a rough map, and an even rougher plan of action, because one thing is for certain: I refuse to join with anyone who sees me as a duty, not when I’ve loved Nick since I was a child. Not when I dream about his kisses and crave his touch.
My voice sharply cracking the air
between us, I snarled, “You had no right to run him off. You had no right to
threaten him with a beating. I saw what you put into his mind. Who the hell do
you think you are?”
The
only hint that he heard what I said was a slight narrowing of his eyes for the
briefest of seconds. Then he turned his attention to the drink Greg had bought
for me as though it were tainted. He completely ignored my outburst. “You
aren’t going to drink that.” He made it a blanket statement. Firm. Like he had
the right to do that.
“Wanna
bet? Who’s going to stop me?” I hadn’t planned to drink it, considering my
allergy. That is, until he’d told me not to. For some reason, he had the
ability to piss me off on sight and give me childish thoughts of violence.
Like, how much fun would it be to throw the drink right in his face? Again, I
envisioned the complete shocked surprise that would transform his expression,
his stormy eyes wide, his brows and lashes dripping with the sugary, citrus cocktail.
“I’ll
stop you.” Casually, he grabbed the drink and set it on the tray of a passing
waitress who barely noticed.
Fury
burned like fire in my gut, but I hid it behind a cold smile. “You think I
can’t go buy a drink when I want one? I can walk myself over to the bar and
order whatever the hell I want, Papa Bear. Last time I looked, I was an adult
woman with her own money to spend. I’m not a gods damned child.”
There
was no change of expression. The grim look that seemed permanently etched on
his face remained, but I did note that a muscle twitched along his square jaw,
the only sign that I was getting under his skin, which gave me a hit of
satisfaction. Then his full lips thinned, compressed into a tight line before
he bit out, “Why the hell are you bent on causing a problem?”
“I’m
not your problem. I’m not forcing you to stay. I didn’t ask you to do anything.
You’re welcome to go finish your playdate with Ryder as far as I’m concerned. I
didn’t invite you to sit at my table.” My own heart, acting like an innocent
bystander, stuttered with dismay at my harsh words. It ached, squeezing
painfully against my chest, but I needed to desensitize it. My heart was not in
charge. It hadn’t been for years. If I was really going to move on, this had to
be part of my
Danube Adele wrote her first romance at the age of seven when she penned the story of her dogs falling in love and having puppies. She’s been dreaming up romantic tales ever since. A lifetime resident of southern California, she spends time playing at the beach, camping in Joshua Tree National Park, and hiking Mammoth Mountain. Always a lover of adventure, she and her husband took their sons on a cross country road trip to Florida and back in an old VW Westfalia, that had no A/C, in the month of July, and still, it continues to be the best trip they ever took. Extensive travel and trying new things has kept the creative spark alive. Danube lives with her biggest fans, her loving husband, amazing and wonderful identical twin sons, and a teddy bear of a Rottweiler.
You can find other books in the Dreamwalker series, Quicksilver Dreams #1, Dark Summer Dreams #2, Dreams of a Wild Heart #3, at www.danubeadele.com
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