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Grief-stricken by the strange disappearance of her two sisters, Caroline Gannett tries to go on with life…until one day she mysteriously vanishes from the world too.
Pulled through “the veil,” Caroline finds herself in an alien world and is swiftly drawn into an adventure with the sexiest man she’s ever met. Together they are an unstoppable force, sparking desire off each other from the first time they meet.
Torrent had hoped this would never happen. He has lived his life under a dark prophecy that is about to come true. Even so, the temptation Caroline presents is irresistible. He seduces Caroline’s body as surely as he binds her heart to his. They are a perfect match.
But that doesn’t change the fact that the prophecy proclaims he is destined to die. There is no denying it. There is no escaping it.
And if there’s one woman in the universe who makes him want to live, it’s Caroline.
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Excerpt from Capturing Caroline
His eyes went dark and he looked away from her, throwing a branch into the fire. “You were not supposed to come here. I’d hoped—” He bit off the end of his sentence with a word in a foreign language she guessed was a curse.
“I’d hoped to avoid this torment.”
“But you escaped from the prison. Doesn’t that mean you’ve avoided the prophecy?”
He shook his head. “It means nothing. Prophecies can never be escaped.” He lowered his voice and seemed to talk to himself. “The prophecy is still to be fulfilled, I’m sure of it. I feel it.”
“Tell me more about this…prophecy? In my world prophecies are only plot devices in fantasy novels.”
He locked gazes with her over the fire. “I am to die. My final act upon this world will be to end the war between the Magica and the Lycaon, but my fate is to find my eternal rest in the soil of my ancestors.”
“Oh.” She swallowed her final bite and tossed the bone aside. A dark, sinking feeling replaced the hunger in her belly.
He nodded. “It’s even worse if I have a woman to love, isn’t it? Worse still if she loves me back. Worse that we are fated to be together in perfect love and trust, that the force of our perfectness brought us together from two very different worlds only to have our relationship torn asunder by my death.”
“When you put it like that…”
“There is nothing good about this situation.”
“Hey! Who says I even want to be with you? Some force I can’t see or comprehend? How do I know any of this is even real?” Anger jolted her to her feet. “And if this unseen force is so powerful and wise, why the hell did it bring me through if we’re doomed?”
“I’m doomed, not you.”
“If I’m supposed to be head-over-heels in love with you, if we’re fated to be together for the rest of our lives. I’m just as doomed as you.”
Torrent said nothing in reply.
Fuming, she stared at him, then stalked away from the fire, her voice rising. “So, screw your invisible force or whatever it is that brought me here. Screw your prophecy. Screw anyone or anything that tells me who I’m going to be with. I’ll make that decision, thank you very—” She turned and came nose to chest with Torrent, the end of her sentence dying in her throat.
“You can question our spirituality and curse our ways, you can condemn the prophecy, but never question we were meant to be together.” His husky, emotion filled voice rolled over her, lifting every hair on her body. Then he pulled her up against his chest and covered her mouth with his.