Believe there are no limits but the sky.
Cervantes

A fantastic read...myth, merriment and mayham all wrapped up in one.
The Romance Studio
...words paint pictures of magic and wonder...soars with sensual passion.
Fallen Angel Reviews
“Don't be afraid.”
“I'm not,” she whispered.
“Open your eyes.”
The voice was a clear tenor that rang with the power of magic. Had one of Faerie found her? Someone from another clan? Was this who she waited for? Tremors chased each other down her spine. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked around. There was no one in the glade.
“What foolishness is this? Where are you?”
“I'm here.”
“Where?”
“Find me.”
She rose and followed the soft echoes of the voice to the far side of the glade. A blurry haze hovered a few inches above the grass and flowers. She lifted one of her hands toward the pale golden glow, reaching to touch, to discover what magic created such a small disruption in the clear air.
“What will I find?”
“Love.”