Heart of the Sorcerer
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by P. L. Parker
Description: Drawn inexplicably back to her childhood home, Annalisa returns, seeking to fill the void existing in her loveless life. Granny Jean, Annalisa's adopted grandmother, failing in health and mental acuity, endeavors to discover the secrets of Annalisa's soul, wanting nothing more than Annalisa to be happy before she leaves this earth. A picture hangs over the mantle in Gran's cottage depicting a beautiful man of another time, a man who haunts Annalisa's every dream, a man who calls to her in dreams. Unknown to Annalisa, Gran and Alec, the man in the painting, have set forth a course of events to eventually send Annalisa back, back into the arms of Alec.
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Faery Rose, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: September 2009
6 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [99 KB]
Reading time: 54-76 min.
The tinkling sound of music, perhaps a waltz played on a pianoforte or harpsichord, echoed through her disjointed dreams. She found herself standing alone, watching as a scene unfolded. Couples, dressed in antique apparel whirled by, seemingly unaware of her presence, but so close that she could feel the brush of their elaborate attire. Above, a candlelit chandelier bathed the room in a mellow glow, casting shadows on the unreal tabloid.
The crush of dancers parted, forming a pathway across the room, leading to a male figure standing near a dais, his face obscured by the shadows.
"Come to me," a husky voice whispered demandingly. "Come to me."
Annalisa drifted across space, coming to rest directly in front of the imposing figure.
"Come to me," the voice whispered again, flooding her with warmth.
"Where?" she asked the mysterious figure.
He stepped forward, out of the shadows, the man who haunted her fevered dreams.
"Through the portal," he said, though his lips did not move. His eyes gleamed with unbridled passion from a face too handsome.
"Where is the portal?" she whispered. "How do I find it?"
Strong hands gently cupped her face. "You have the most beautiful eyes, like violets in the spring. A man could drown in your eyes."
Annalisa's lips trembled, desire and need awakened by his merest touch.
Dreamily, she arched against him. "I know you," she breathed. "I have always known you."
His lips brushed hers, lush with fevered promises.