North of Need

North of Need

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by Laura Kaye
     
 

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Desperate to escape agonizing memories of Christmas past, twenty-nine-year-old widow Megan Snow builds a snow family outside the mountain cabin she once shared with her husband, realizing too late that she's recreated the very thing she'll never have.

Called to life by Megan's tears, snow god Owen Winters appears unconscious on her doorstep in the midst of a

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Desperate to escape agonizing memories of Christmas past, twenty-nine-year-old widow Megan Snow builds a snow family outside the mountain cabin she once shared with her husband, realizing too late that she's recreated the very thing she'll never have.

Called to life by Megan's tears, snow god Owen Winters appears unconscious on her doorstep in the midst of a raging blizzard. As she nurses him to health, Owen finds unexpected solace in her company and unimagined pleasure in the warmth of her body, and vows to win her heart for a chance at humanity.

Megan is drawn to Owen's mismatched eyes, otherworldly masculinity, and enthusiasm for the littlest things. But this Christmas miracle comes with an expiration—before the snow melts and the temperature rises, Megan must let go of her widow's grief and learn to trust love again, or she'll lose Owen forever.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781937044879
Publisher:
Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date:
05/08/2012
Series:
Hearts of the Anemoi Series, #1
Edition description:
Reprint
Pages:
326
Sales rank:
767,555
Product dimensions:
5.30(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.00(d)

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North of Need

Hearts of the Anemoi


By Laura Kaye, Marie Loggia-Kee and Heather Howland

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2011 Laura Kaye
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-937044-87-9


CHAPTER 1

The cold scorched Megan Snow's throat, making it hard to breathe. Hard to think.

That was a good thing.

She tugged her scarf over her mouth, grateful for the expansive winter sky and crisp air, and set off on a trail walk. Four days alone in the cabin, and Megan was sure the walls were closing in on her. Outside, everything was bright and clean and open. Just what she needed.

She headed for the stand of trees off to the side of the house, hoping the snow might be more shallow under the thick canopy of branches that sheltered the woods. A creek sat a half mile in where, on warmer days, happier days, she and John had sometimes picnicked and made love. It would be iced over, of course, but having a goal burned off some of her restlessness.

Megan high-stepped through the snow until her thighs burned, gripping onto one tree after another. She tripped on buried branches and rocks until the trees were the only things keeping her upright. Hugging a hickory trunk for support, she glanced back over her shoulder and groaned.

The clearly visible cabin mocked her progress. Most of the twenty inches of snow blanketing the wide field in front of the house had made its way to the forest floor, too. She wanted a distraction, but she needed to be smart, safe. Damn. She retraced her path to the cabin.

But she wouldn't go back inside. Couldn't.

She grabbed the shovel from the covered porch of the story-and-a-half log cabin and dug into clearing the front sidewalk. You know you're going stir crazy when shoveling backbreaking wet snow counts as entertainment.

Her family was right. It was probably time to stop coming out here for the holidays. But she just couldn't give this place up. Not yet. Not when it was the only thing she had left of him.

Nope. Not thinking about that.

Sweat trickled down her spine under her cotton turtleneck and thick fleece with each scoop-and-toss. Blonde curls worked their way out from under her hat and hung in her eyes. She didn't mind though, because with each newly revealed foot of sidewalk, the ache in her muscles made it more and more difficult to wallow in memories.

The shovel hit something solid and kicked back against Megan's frozen hands. She groaned as the shock of thwarted forward motion rocked through her wrists and elbows. Gravel from the driveway spilled from the shovel blade into the snow. Huh. She turned and looked behind her, surprised to find she'd cleared the whole length of the twenty-foot path.

Without once thinking of him. Of the anniversary.

Progress.

And proof that manual labor was her friend. There'd be no more sitting around with books or music or TV shows she couldn't concentrate on. She'd just exhaust herself into a mindless oblivion.

She looked to her left, down over the expanse of shimmering white to the distant forest that marked her property line. To her right, her now-hidden driveway formed a curving path two-thirds of a mile to the main road and civilization. Shoveling that mess certainly would require manual labor, but Mr. Johansson would be up here with his plow as soon as the weather broke. How would she explain to him she'd tried to shovel it by hand? She imagined the confounded look on his craggy face.

So, what next? After returning the shovel to the front porch, she stood and surveyed the Western Maryland landscape. The low peaks of the ancient Appalachian Mountains rose around her, the firs and hardwoods for which these forests were famous veiled by two days of nonstop blizzard conditions. The only sound besides her labored breathing was the occasional whistling of the wind through the snow-burdened forest. For all Megan knew, she was the only person in the world. Sure felt like it, these days.

What to do?

God, I'm so lonely.

She sighed and shook her head.

The wind moaned. Then do something about it.

Heart pounding, Megan jerked around, her right boot skidding against a slick spot, pink scarf fluttering out around her like a ribbon. Who'd uttered those last words?

No one, of course. The silence and stillness were complete, as was her isolation — exactly the qualities she and John had always loved about this place.

"Jesus, I'm losing it," she murmured out loud, just to create the impression she wasn't so alone. Her gaze returned to the snowy field in front of the cabin. Trimmed by a dense line of firs at the far edges, the clearing was big, clean, empty ...

Do something about it, the mysterious voice had said. Oh, she'd do something about it, all right.

Back to the high-stepping routine, Megan trudged out into the front yard. Any spot would do, she supposed, so she stopped and mashed two mounds of snow into a sticky white ball. The lull in the storm had allowed the temperature to creep up into the high twenties, so the snow was good packing quality. She rolled the ball over the powdery surface, intent on making it as big as she could. After a while, the thing started to fight back when she pushed, but she wanted the exertion. Digging her toes in, she fought for every additional inch in diameter until, finally, she was done.

She stood with snow-crusted gloves on her hips and admired her work. "That's one big ball ya got there." She sniggered, then shook her head.

Now, for the next two. She set about the packing-rolling-grunting process again until she created a sizable middle and the head. Lifting them into place proved a challenge, but with a lot of grunting and a few choice expletives, she lugged the heavy masses where they needed to be.

"Now, to transform you from androgynous snow person into my snowman." Megan jogged back to the house and didn't even worry about tracking snow inside. Moments later, she reemerged with an armload of supplies she dumped at the foot of her creation.

"First, we gotta give you a face, mister." Emptying the bag of buttons on top of the flannel shirt, she sorted through with glove-thick fingertips. She wanted bigger ones for the eyes, and found two. She frowned. They weren't the same color, but she wouldn't be able to tell from a distance. She plugged the biggest navy and chocolate-brown buttons into the face as eyes. A light brown button made a cute nose, and a row of mismatched reds made a friendly mouth.

The red and white plaid flannel shirt was a big don't-even-let-your -thoughts-go-there, but she couldn't allow the poor guy to go without clothing. Besides, she had a closet full of them. She wrapped the soft fabric around the middle section. The snowball was wide, but the shirt closed. After all, he'd been a big guy, hadn't he? She tugged off her gloves so she could do up the front, then trudged to the oak tree on the corner and snapped off two branches. With cold, shaking hands, she threaded the twigs through the flannel sleeves until Snow Man was inviting her in for a hug. She finished him off with a blue tartan wool scarf and a thick black knit beanie she stretched down as far as possible.

Standing back, Megan admired her work. He was the best snowman she'd ever built. Tall. Well proportioned. Handsomely attired. "Now I'm not alone."

Inspired, Megan fished a dry pair of blue gloves from the supply pile and collected more snow, beginning again before her brain could assess and refute her pronouncement. She packed, rolled, and lift-grunted until another, somewhat smaller, snow person stood beside the first. Back at the tree, she broke off more branches and gave the second person arms. She slid her soaked-through pink gloves on the end of each stick, then wrapped her own matching pink scarf around the snow woman's neck. Perfect.

Hands on her knees, Megan rested and struggled to catch her breath. Her lungs burned with the frigid air, her lips chapped and cracked. Her body ached from the heavy lifting. Definitely the route to a decent night of sleep. God, how she needed that. She plunged into her third creation.

The temperature dropped and the biting wind picked up. Big, wet snowflakes fell in a heavy blanket, darkening the afternoon sky. Her flagging energy and the deteriorating conditions made the work harder, and this snow person ended up much smaller. On her knees, with wet gloves and cold hands almost too numb to do the job, Megan set its little head in place.

Breathing hard, she staggered to her feet and studied her afternoon's labor with her hands on her hips.

She'd made a snow family.

A snow family. A snowman, a snow woman, and a snow child.

A sob tore up her throat and echoed into the stillness. What the hell was she thinking?

She stumbled, gasping at her own stupidity. The emotional scab ripped open. Hours of effort came undone. Her boot stuck in a deep drift and tripped her. Her body fell hard at the base of the snowman and her breath whooshed out. The sobs choked her as she crawled to her knees and slumped against the man. She yanked off a glove, needing to touch something he'd touched, something that had been his, but her frozen fingers could barely feel the soft cotton of John's favorite cabin-wear. She buried her face against the worn material. He'd been gone too long to be able to smell him on it, but that didn't keep her from inhaling deeply to try.

"Why did you leave me?" she wailed, her tears soaking through the cold shirt. "Why?" Her fists curled into the flannel. "I need you."

The wind swallowed her words and carried them away. John was gone. And they'd never have a family of their own. They never even had the chance.

CHAPTER 2

"Merry Christmas," Megan murmured to the empty bedroom the next morning.

Gray light filtered through the two windows on either side of the king-sized bed, enough to illuminate the outlines of hundreds of glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. She'd once remarked offhandedly that her favorite thing about spending time at their cabin was the huge glittered dome of the rural night sky. Up here, no city lights dimmed the stars' brilliance, so even the smallest, most distant ones beamed and twinkled. The next time they'd visited, John redecorated their bedroom ceiling. Just for her. He wanted her to have her stars, inside and out.

She didn't bother wishing on them anymore, though. Not in two years. Two years, today.

In spite of the circumstances, the holiday filled the air with a special, magical buzz that set her stomach to fluttery anticipation. A ridiculous reaction, of course, since she was alone. No surprise gifts or family-filled dinner awaited. Just a quiet, empty house.

Wallowing in bed all day sounded appealing, but a burning sensation on her cheek demanded attention. She patted the area. The skin felt rough, like a scab. Lovely. Turning back the cocoon of the thick down comforter, she slipped out of bed. She followed a path from one hooked scatter rug to the next, avoiding the cold, wide-planked wood floors.

The navy, mahogany, and white color scheme of the bedroom carried into the adjoining bathroom. Megan squinted against the brightness of the mounted light and leaned toward the mirror. Her left cheek bore the deep, dark red of frostnip. Her skin looked almost sunburned, except the angry mark was localized to the cheekbone. The spot where, yesterday, she'd leaned against the snowman, crying until the unceasing flow of her tears froze the wet flannel to her face. At least her nose and other cheek, pink from windburn, didn't hurt.

She gently prodded the mark with her fingers again. Last night, it had been cold to the touch, but now it was hot, chafed. So stupid. She slathered moisturizer over her face and smoothed ChapStick over her dry lips, and brushed and clipped her loose blonde curls on top of her head in a messy pile. What did her looks matter?

Megan slipped a pink fleece robe on over her flannel pajamas and threaded her way across the large great room, past the grouping of buttery leather couches and the floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace, to the open kitchen. Coffee was a must. She tapped her fingers on the counter as she waited for it to brew. Giving up, she walked around the long breakfast bar to the one concession she made to Christmas.

There, next to the raised stone hearth, a small potted Douglas fir stood in darkness. She reached behind and found the plug. A rainbow of colored lights shimmered to life, brightening the dim gray that still dominated the room despite the number of large windows. She stepped back and gazed at the small tree. Plain balls of every color mirrored the riot of lights, but the basic ornaments also spread an impersonal cast over the tree. She hadn't unpacked their collection of ornaments — where every one had meaning or told a story — since her last Christmas with John.

She turned away, sucked in a deep breath, and promised herself she wasn't going to think about that. Not until she had to. And she had almost eleven hours.

She curled into a wide armchair with a warm chenille throw and a mug of strong coffee. The ringing phone startled her and she almost spilled it in her lap. "Oh, hell," she murmured as she unburied herself and rushed for the cordless.

She knew who it would be before she answered.

"Merry Christmas, dear."

"Hey, Mom. Merry Christmas." She settled on the edge of her seat and dragged the blanket over her lap.

"How are you doing up there? The weather looks bad."

Her mom wasn't really worried about weather, today of all days, but Megan permitted her the ruse. "I'm just fine. It's been snowing steady. We've got well over two feet, I'd guess." An earlier peek out the front window revealed the storm had undone all her hard work from yesterday, reburying the stone sidewalk she'd shoveled. The snow family still stood there, though.

"I wish you weren't up there alone. You should be with us. Especially today. I mean, who's going to keep your father and brother from sneaking bites of ham and stealing cookies while I'm trying to cook?" Her chuckle sounded forced.

Restraining her emotions made Megan's throat tight. "I just ...I'm not ready." Not ready to walk away from the annual holiday tradition of a cabin getaway she and John had created, even before they were married. Not ready to be around people actually happy it was Christmas. Not ready to pretend so others could be comfortable.

Her mother's sigh made its way down the line. "I know. I know you have to grieve, and I know how hard this has been. But, damn it, it's been two years. You're twenty-nine, Megan, so young, so much life ahead of you, so much to offer. You can't spend the rest of your life mourning John." She paused. "Nor would he want you to."

Megan forced her eyes to the ceiling to pinch off the threatening tears. "I'm trying, Mom. I am. But, please, I can't do this. Not today."

"I'm sorry. I told myself I wasn't going to say anything. I'm just so worried about you."

Megan nodded and swallowed around the lump in her throat, unable to do much more in the face of her mother's emotional outpouring.

"Oh, shit," her mother muttered.

"What happened?"

"That was uncharitable, wasn't it? Mrs. Cooke is tottering her way up the front sidewalk, annual fruitcake in hand."

"You need to go?" Their neighbor had been dropping by the inedible bricks since Megan was a kid, though this was probably the first time Megan felt grateful for it — Mrs. Cooke's timing provided the perfect distraction from this line of conversation.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, dear. Let me go help her. Your father hasn't been out to shovel yet, and God help me if she falls and breaks a hip on Christmas morning."

"Okay. Enjoy your fruitcake."

"Keep it up, smarty. I'll save you some."

Megan managed a small smile. "No, please. Don't do me any favors."

"I'll be thinking about you, Megan. I'll have Dad give you a call later." The squeak of her mom's front door sounded in the background. "Hello there, Mrs. Cooke."


(Continues...)

Excerpted from North of Need by Laura Kaye, Marie Loggia-Kee and Heather Howland. Copyright © 2011 Laura Kaye. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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Meet the Author


Laura Kaye is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over a dozen books in contemporary romance, paranormal romance, and romantic suspense. She has won prestigious industry awards including the EPIC eBook Award, the FF&P PRISM Award, the NJRW Golden Leaf Award, and the HOLT Medallion Award of Merit. Laura grew up amid family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses, cementing her life-long fascination with storytelling and the supernatural. Laura lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

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North of Need (Hearts of the Anemoi, #1) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 59 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
With the start of this new series Laura Kaye delivers once again with an erotic emotional journey, that pulls you in and keeps you there. Megan Snow is broken, an emotional wreck, trying to deal with the death of her beloved husband. Escaping to their cabin, she plans on spending the anniversary of his death - thinking of him, missing him, wondering when it will get easier. When it seems like it won't and she will never recover - her cries of agony call to him. Summon him to her... Her despair calling forth a Snow God. Not just any Snow God - a beautifully, delicious and ripped Snow God - Owen Winters. What ensues from the moment that the snow storm which is Owen breezes in - is pure poetry. Wonderfully written and emotionally provoking. I fell in love with Owen right along with Megan. His childlike ways and innocence is truly delightful. I couldn't put this book down and look forward to journey this series will take us on. Completely different story - which was refreshing and wonderfully new....
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Warm hearted book that is a little mystical. Highly recommended.
AAR More than 1 year ago
NORTH OF NEED (HEARTS OF ANEMOI) by Laura Kaye is an exciting fantasy romance set in the Appalachian Mountains. It is the first in a new series Hearts of Anemoi. It is the story of Megan Snow,a young widow of two years and Owen Winters,immortial,one of the four Greek Anemoi,and a snowman. It has Christmas magic,snowman,death of a husband,grief, global warming,environmental issues,romance,love,hot sex,second chances,the four Greek Anemoi(Wind Gods),snow,ice,wind(especially the North Wind),and a bit of magic. This is a faced paced story where Frosty the Snowman meets the widow Megan Snow.It is a fun,but serious story that is heartfelt and full of life's unexpected twists and turns,such as an unexpected pregnancy and a chance at second love.A must read for any paranormal,fantasy,romance, readers who enjoy a fast story that will have you turning pages from the beginning to the end. "North of Need" is a wonderful fantasy Christmas story where if "you only believe" anything can happen.Received for review from the publisher.Details can be found at Entangled Publishing and My Book Addiction Reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Lauren Kaye is a refreshing voice in contemporary romance! I think it is important to say that I don't usually read romance, but I recently tried Kaye's " Hearts in Darkness" & she COMPLETELY entranced me with the characters she created. Now, I'm a believer! :) This book was another pleasant surprise. It deserves at least 5/5 stars. The heroine is someone I genuinely liked and admired. Kaye has provided exactly what I feel most modern romances are missing - a main character that you find yourself wanting to root for... and to be friends with. I love the way that she alternates between the 2 characters' viewpoints. I enjoy knowing what both are thinking, and how they're feeling about one another. This book is a winner, you really can't go wrong. And friends, Lauren Kaye is amazing. I've already bought 3 more of her ebooks. I know I won't be disappointed & if you give her a try - you won't either!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I can only describe this book as beautiful. I had it in my library for months and kept delaying reading because of its mystical, supernatural feel. I bought it because I like all of Laura Kaye's books and the good reviews, but I honestly did not have high expectations. I was so wrong. The book is so beautifully written and radiates so much emotion that all supernatural events feel real. The love story is compelling and the characters are relatable and engaging. It is the kind of book that leaves you content and with a sense of peace after you read it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Owen is so hot!!! Don't we wish we could all find a guy like Owen!! This is another book by Laura that I could not put down. This is a definite re-read for me as are all of Laura Kaye's books!! I can't wait for the next book in the series!
rn-writes More than 1 year ago
From page one, I was captivated by this story teller and her characters. I felt each tear Megan shed and each shout of laughter she gave, and I fell in love with Owen, the Snow God right along with her. Once again Ms. Kaye brings her characters to life on the page and sucks you into their story. You will be anxious for her next edition of the series! Well done, Ms. Kaye, Very well done. Jan Meredith
SmittenWithReading More than 1 year ago
My Review: Now this is a book that I can get behind. I truly loved this book with it's sense of magic and whimsy for two people that have had enough heartache to last a lifetime. This is the romance between Megan Snow and Owen Winters. Megan lost her husband two years ago in a tragic car accident and her life has been filled with grief ever since. They had a mountain cabin where they spent every Christmas and she has maintained that tradition to honor his memory. Owen is a Snow God, who was betrayed and has since lived his life in a virtual void of unhappiness. In a rush of grief, Megan goes on a snowman making frenzy. As she realizes that she has made a whole family: man, woman, and child, the grief overwhelms her that she will never have that and she finds herself clinging to the snowman crying. The next morning, Owen shows up at her door and it soon becomes apparent that he is the snowman. To give you a little insight as to why I love this book so much, let me share a tiny excerpt: "John Snow," he said. "Wait. Are you telling me-" "The Snows were the product between a winter god and a human. Generations ago. He wasn't aware of it. In life." "John was a god?" Boy, he must've gotten a kick out of that! "Don't let it go to your head, mister," she called out to the room. Megan's face warmed under Owen's adoring gaze. "John wasn't a god. But his lineage caught the pantheon's attention. When his soul pleaded for assistance, we couldn't ignore blooded kin." "And he wanted-" "Happiness. For you. That's all he needs to find peace." Megan gasped. Her eyes stung. Oh, John. So, you can see why I love this book right? It's about Christmas magic and about the Snow family who are related to the gods. You did know my last name is Snow, right?? hehe! But honestly, this is just one of those books that is fun and magical and full of whimsy. Owen is an amazing hero. If only it were so simple as to build a snowman to get a guy like this. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this one. It would be perfect to read during the next snowstorm or through the holiday season curled up under a warm quilt.
Michelleeeeee More than 1 year ago
Wow I did not expect this story line. It was awesome. It had the feel good factor that you get when you know real love transends all things...even death. I love the God of winter factor. Gods always have that cocky attitude that makes you smile as you read but makes you want to slap them at the same time. I fell in Love with Owen and Megan made my heart ache. So can not wait for the next story. This is a must read!!!!
DollDay More than 1 year ago
Admittedly, I am not the romance lover that some of my fellow dolls are, but I was urged by a certain friend (and publicist extraordinaire) to give it a try. I did and guess what..I liked it! Laura Kaye is an author that takes the all too familiar feeling of loneliness, something that is very relevant to this time of year and that many people can relate with, and blends it with unique concepts and her own fresh spin on mythology to create something new and exciting! More than just a great idea, this author is able to pen fantastic emotions in her characters that will make even the coolest heart melt. When I find an author, no matter the genre, that is able to write a story with strong world-building and characters that make a reader feel for them and empathize with their struggles.I always return for seconds:). But, don't take my word for it.discover for yourself!
booksavvybabe More than 1 year ago
The legend of Frosty the Snowman meets contemporary paranormal romance in Laura Kaye's enchanting new book, North of Need. I very much enjoyed this book. Megan is a lonely woman, grieving over her deceased husband and spending the holidays secluded in her grief in her cabin in the snow. One day, she builds a snowman family, and as she cries into the snowman wearing her husband's clothes, magic is released. Owen Winters is a god of sorts. He is a winter god, one of the Anemoi. After heartbreak of his own, Owen had spent centuries in elemental form, in seclusion. When a descendent (Megan's former husband) asks the gods to help his wife, Owen is put to the task of making Megan happy and being there for her. When Megan creates her snowman, magic turns that snowman into Owen. In order for Owen to join the human world permanently, Megan must love and choose him, before winter is over. The elemental gods do not co-operate, and Owen has only days to get to know Megan, help her overcome grief, and get her to fall in love again before Owen leaves the human world for good. The magic combined with legend in this book creates a very sweet and emotional read. Both Owen and Megan are lonely people, and despite coming from very different worlds, they have a lot in common. Owen is very tender with Megan, he is considerate and I was very impressed with how well he handled being in human form. He is not a perfect character, he is not always upfront with Megan, but his hesitancy to reveal his true nature is understandable. I also like Megan's character, although she really does hold on tight to her grief. I really like how the relationship between Megan and Owen develops, they build a friendship, they have fun, and they allow themselves to enjoy their chemistry. The paranormal elements in North of Need are quite unique and interesting. The concept of the "Anemoi," the elemental gods is both fun and different. North of Need puts a basic structure to the supernatural world, and some of these other elemental gods characters sound very interesting as well. I really liked Owen's powers, as a god of winter, he controls the snow and lives in winter storms. North of Need is a fabulous winter read, it is a book that you want to read while curled up the the fire. North of Need is a very sweet romance with steamy attraction between the characters, powerful paranormal gods, and a bit of legend mixed in. Paranormal readers, if you are looking for a good book to read, I recommend picking up North of Need. *I received this book for review*
Anonymous 11 months ago
It seems so cheesy but it was fabulous! It was a short and simple romance, but so very heart touching! The sequels are even better! This is one of Kaye's best series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
(Hello all; sorry I vanished. Life :P )~Tawny
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A small tortisehell she-cat padded in, looking around warily. (Hallooo.) (OI, did you say HC? As in Horseclan? Where are they? I'm Wishbreeze, and I lost them when I left rp 'bout six months ago...)~Tawny
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Is this RP fairly active? I want to know before I join.))
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fallow- The rouge had a lethal fox bite on her shoulder that was bleeding heavily. Her brother was next to her supporting her as her head hung and her amber eyes glint with pain asshe stared at Thistlestar. <p> Thunder- He licked his sister's bleeding shoulder and meowed,"I'm Thunder, please help my sisters. Fallow got hurt, driving a fox away from our pregnant sister, Moon. It was in you territory, and now I ask you to please help us." His own leg was cut, as he stood. <p> Moon- She stood on Thunder's side, shaking in pain as the kits were coming. Now.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hawkpaw looked around for Darkfire <p> Featherpaw layed down in the clearing, for once not bouncing all around
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Haha, I'm so lazy. My simpletouch is beside me but I don't want to pick it up so l can see headlines. Though it's easy to guess this time. Lol.)) I shrug. "I can't fight," I admit quietly. "I can only sort of hunt...."
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
He frowned. "Why not?"
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
NORTHSTAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's me, Jayfrost! Remember?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I used to rule a NorthClan. It was ArcticClan before that and I loved it. I know there was a different NorthClan before mine (i never knew about it when I made my clan. Im guessing it died out because no one said anything to me when i created it) but im happy to see that someone has carried on the name. Its a beautiful name....... With all love, Icestar/Northstar
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found myself feeling Megan's widows grief. I also found myself loving Owen. This book does not disappoint. I can not wait to read about the other Hearts of the Anemoi!
NookluvrRM More than 1 year ago
I'm a huge fan of Laura Kaye and I love her Hard Ink series so I thought I'd give some of her other works a try.  To be honest, when I first started this book I wasn't sure I would care for it from the synopsis description.  I was pleasantly surprised by just how good it was.  I really enjoyed the playfulness and witty banter between the characters.  
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I really liked this book. You felt the pain of Megan's loss yet the wonderful character of Owen melted me. I love him and this story was sweet and beautiful.