The town of Beowulf Hollow has hidden a dark secret for centuries. When Michael Riser enters the secluded town, he unleashes a powerful curse with one innocent kiss. Magic unleashed, the undying passion between two spirits separated centuries ago snares him. The more he fights it, the more his heart is pulled toward the mysterious woman Aiyanna—and he'll do anything to protect her. Even fight a beast that haunts his nightmares and decimated his military career.
Aiyanna finds herself awakened by a man who is the very vision of her former lover. With every fiber of her being, she must prove to Michael that his spirit is as old as hers to reunite their souls. Should their bond falter, the lycan Faustino—first of his kind—will claim her body as his own and bring ruin to more than a cursed town in rural Pennsylvania. Can she rekindle the flame before it's too late?
The wind howled through the window, and he forced himself to get up and away from the rain driving in. Hair soaked, he took off his jacket and tossed it to the corner. At least his chaps had survived the climb. He didn’t want to return home and disappoint his mother. Along the far corner, stairs led the way down, but nothing beyond the rain outside made a noise. His shirt stuck to his skin as he pulled it over his head. As he wrung the fabric out, the unusual warmth in the room soothed his chilled skin. The shirt dropped to the floor as his gaze locked on a marble statue in the middle of the room. Time had not marred any façade beyond some of the flowered vines crawling over the surface like locks of hair. The figure was decidedly female and shapely. He found himself comparing it to Heather’s naked form except the stationary goddess before him had a full bosom and wider hips. He walked around the statue, studying every curve. Who was she?
“Beautiful, isn’t she?”
Michael whirled around, his gun in his hand. At the end of the gun’s front sight, a woman with golden hair cascading down to cover her breasts and not much else stood near the far wall.
“Where the fuck did you come from?” He kept his gun trained on her. A naked woman in the middle of nowhere made the hackles on his neck rise.
She pointed down to the floor before holding her hands up where he could see them. “The stairs, but they disappear when night falls. A protection spell of sorts.”
His eyebrows pinched. “What?” He glanced briefly back at the window only to find it gone. He was trapped. “Who are you?” He tried to maintain his distance from her. Sweat dripped from his brow as floating specks of light illuminated the small, confined space.
“Do you really care?” She stepped closer, throwing her hair over her shoulders to expose her generous breasts. An arrowhead necklace sat comfortably between her perky globes. Her areolas tightened, and his cock stiffened. Beauty radiated from her fair skin, and her seductive walk enthralled him. Something about her cool blue eyes soothed his weary soul.
He blinked, his hand trembling as she came closer. Her fingers arced and swayed like a serpent as her lips parted. The chanting he’d heard earlier issued like a whisper from her throat. Every fiber of his being lusted to touch her bare flesh, to covet it was his own. Wicked thoughts played in his head as his vision wavered. Finger on the trigger, his muscles wouldn’t obey any command to move. She pried the gun from his hand with ease.
“You won’t be needing this.” She set the gun on the ground and kicked it behind her. “Or this.” She did the same with his knife tucked along his leg. Her arms draped around his neck.
“What are you doing to me?” His cock pressed against his jeans, imploring him to explore deeper depths. The air around him thickened and euphoria gripped his being.
“Nothing deep inside you don’t crave. It’s time to become more than what you are. To unlock that caged spirit, baby. The veil is thin and the memory wasn’t enough. You got to let it happen.” Her tone lowered. “Aiyanna, I am your vessel across the veil.” She kissed him, long and deep. His body thrummed with every stroke of her fingers through his hair. His tongue twirled with hers as she manipulated the button fly of his jeans. Her touch made him want more. His mind warned him to stop, but his cock buried any inhibitions deep. His hands grazed her skin with need. Silken strands of shimmering blonde hair fell to the floor braided in intricate patterns.
“Groovy.” She smirked, getting to her knees.