Aura is her mother’s love child, a living memory of the biggest mistake she ever made, and she never lets Aura forget it. Shunned by her mother, dismissed by her stepsisters, Aura drifts through life. She has little to sustain her miserable existence but her dreams. Until fate takes a hand and tosses her far into the past, a past she must learn to survive in. Alone with nothing but a couple of pets Aura learns what it is like to be on her own. She learns how to make a life for herself in a time where she does not belong. Or maybe she does.
Thorn is the right hand man of the Duke Vernon. He is a warlord, a great warrior and leader. He also has a belief that somewhere in the world his soul mate waits for him. Each day he prays for the guidance that will bring her to his attention, but when it does, will he know her? Will he accept that she is the one who is meant for him?
Aura finds a knight beaten and left for dead and she nurses him back to health. It is the first time Thorn meets her, but not the last. A year later they meet again, by then she is a favorite of the Duke Vernon because of her knowledge. Vernon wants to keep her close because of what she knows. Thorn wants to keep her closer but for other reasons. Here is the woman he has searched for, his soul mate. Can he hold on to her, or does fate have other plans?
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About the Author
I don’t really know what to say about myself. I have been writing books since before I became a teenager. Most are still hidden in the closet. I used to make up my own stories as a child, everyone used to act them out while we were playing outside. As a teenager someone issued me a challenge. I told her that her stories stunk, she told me to do better. My job growing up was to play guardian to my little brother, keep him safe. That meant I ended up getting into more fights than enough – makes sense now that I write about warriors. My family will try to tell you that I’m not innocent, I have a personality that keeps them on their toes. Over my lifetime and theirs I have earn several nicknames – The Godmother, The Evil Christmas Elf (comes from making my nieces wrap their own Christmas presents), Mistress of Ambush. My favorite response to them when they try to get me into trouble is just to look at them with a wide doe eyed expression and say “Moi?????” I have a seal point Siamese cat named Snoop, named after my favorite cartoon character and hobby. I have a “healthy” but small collection of Snoopy memorabilia. He is a character alright; never met a cat who can talk back like he does. He expects daily dosages of adoration on his schedule when he wants it – not when it’s convenient for me and he HATES snow. I come from a very large family (mostly brothers) and I could outrun the whole works of them (I’m the shortest!). It was called survival. This book has been in the making for a long time now. Over a half a year to write it, about the same amount of time to edit it, and probably about the same amount of time to get the art work and website! I have learned you can’t control the timelines of other people – Murphy likes to step in. So for now I am setting up good luck charms everywhere… didn’t know I had that many stuffed Snoopy’s. *Fingers, legs, toes, eyes and anything else I can crossed*