Swept into another world by the desperate spell of an evil sorceress, real estate agent Gillian Lawrence figures she must be dreaming. Her dream becomes a nightmare when she realizes her resemblance to the sorceress has embroiled her in the ambitious plans of the handsome Lord Rodan to save his people from an army of ruthless barbarians. Rodan demands that Gillian use her magick and join his cause, or spend the rest of her life as his prisoner. With no magical powers at her disposal, what's a real estate agent from present-day Pittsburgh to do? A deadly battle hinges on her ability to convince two armies that her magick can stop an invasion and save the Southern Kingdom...as well as winning the heart of the man she loves.
|Publisher:||Two Voices Publishing|
|File size:||329 KB|
|Age Range:||18 Years|
About the Author
Having narrowly missed being crushed by an avalanche of Star Trek novels as a teenager, Jennifer Colgan vowed to one day cause the book shelves of avid readers all over the world to collapse under their own weight. Now multi-published under her own name and as her alter ego, Bernadette Gardner, Jennifer has arrived in the digital age and instead hopes to be responsible for overloading the memory cards of e-book readers everywhere with her paranormal, futuristic and science-fiction romances.
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The coachman shivered as he urged his horses faster through the darkest part of the forest. Feeble moonlight trickled through the night-blackened leaves overhead. It fell in small, silver pools here and there, barely large enough to illuminate the deeply rutted road that led to Lord Rodan's estate.
Some unseen creature howled. It was a lonely sound, full of longing. In response, the coachman's young heart began to thud in a rhythm more frantic than that of the dozen hooves of his team. Did the sound originate from some distant glen? Or might it have been a trick of the wicked thing that rode beneath him in the coach?
Those who had captured her had assured him that she could not break the chains that bound the carriage doors. They swore she was weak from days spent in their darkest dungeon, unable to renew her power. Nevertheless, he feared her.
He was certain he could feel her wrath. It was directed at him and every living thing in the Southern Kingdom. He was terrified that she would find a way to escape before he delivered her to her new master.
He urged the horses faster yet and clutched the talisman that the men of Galadrin had given him for protection. It was only a little farther to the castle. He could make it before moonset if he kept the pace.