Lilah Price is a girl who can’t ignore the call of the wild. The men she writes about are wild and sexy paranormal shapeshifters and the human women who can’t get enough of their dark and untamed ways.
But he soon discovers that greedy men have dammed Lily's river, using her strength in pursuit of their own selfish needs. He’s galvanized to desperate action…but will he be able to save her, or is it too late?
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Charlie followed her as she turned, and the breeze brought the scent of her hair to his nose. He shifted uncomfortably. Over the past year he had been growing more and more aware of Lily's physical presence during their time together. In fact, it was now a rare day when he did not have to duck into the barn after spending time with her and bring himself to shuddering release.
Today Lily was wearing a dress which seemed to incorporate all the flowers of spring. Thousands of delicate petals were somehow woven together into a multi-hued pastel garment which clung to her body like a second skin. From his vantage point beside her, he could peek down the open neckline and see the swells of her growing breasts.
She turned back towards him, her eyes wicked, and he flushed crimson.
“What were you looking at, naughty little boy?”
“I'm not little anymore,” he said, stung by her tone. “I'm taller than you are now.” Indeed, that had been a day to savor last autumn, when he finally passed her in height.
Lily flipped a hand dismissively. “All little boys are the same. They all want what they can't have.”
Hardly daring to breathe, Charlie reached out his hand and took hers, their fingers entwining. “I'm not like other boys,” he said.
She turned her head and looked deep into his eyes. He sank into them, feeling as if he were drowning. She cupped his cheeks in her tan hands, the cool skin a balm on his hot face.
“No, you're not. But neither am I like other girls, Charlie,” she said sadly. “Don't expect me to give you what they can.” Soft as a whisper, her lips brushed his cheek, making him burn.
Suddenly, she bounced to her feet, then dove into the pool, giving him a heart-stopping glimpse of her long legs before she sliced into the water. She bobbed to the surface, her eyes laughing. “Come in for a swim!”
He peeled off his shirt and set it aside on the warm grass. He then climbed up the path to the waterfall. He backed away a few steps, then charged forward, his bare feet slapping against sun-warmed stone. For an instant he flew through the air, then hit the water with a tremendous splash, throwing spray in all directions.
He came to the surface with a grin, watching as Lily wiped water from her streaming face. Treading water, he took in her delicate, finely-carved features, blossoming like a flower in the sun.
When she is grown, she will be beautiful, he thought with sudden prescience. I should tell her. Tell her how I feel.
He took a deep breath and was at her side in a few strokes. As promised, Lily had been a good teacher, and he was a strong swimmer, even if he had never been in a body of water bigger than her pool.
He stopped only a few inches away from her. Reaching through the water, he set his hands on her hips, feeling her muscles flex as their legs slowly kicked in the clear water, occasionally brushing each other. He looked into her eyes, trying to come up with the right words.
“Lily. Lilaea.” He took a deep breath. “I-”
“There you are,” came a voice from behind him. He spun in the water, seeing Maggie standing on the riverbank. She made a disgusted face. “Get out of the creek and into your shirt and shoes, Charlie. Mama's been calling you for supper for the past twenty minutes.”
Swearing under his breath, Charlie turned back to Lily, but she was gone.
She had superpowers! How could it be so hard?
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Rose stared at the ceiling of her dorm room.
Even with a thousand college students traipsing in and out at all hours, the place was way too quiet! She was having serious trouble adjusting to life on the outside. It was not the big things like being able to come and go as she pleased, or not having metal bars, chain link fence, razor wire and guards around her that bothered her.
The little things were making her crazy. On the inside she could not go anywhere before morning count, on the outside her feet wanted to stand at the side of her bunk until the doors opened and she stepped out for count, where she had to stand in place until the whole section cleared count. It was the carpet under her feet, and not the ugly stained concrete of the unit that triggered her to realize that she was somewhere strange and needed to think for a moment. That frustration was constant and cutting.
There was that annoying boy who ignored her! Inside, she was a bad little bitch who other women respected, if not feared outright. Rose knew she could beat almost any other woman’s ass with her fists, and make a group regret picking her as a target, but she was not a convict anymore, she was on parole and in the free-world. She was respected even before the whole powers thing happened and she became truly powerful and untouchable. He treated her with a passive, not contempt, but maybe it was indifference, that just annoyed the hell out of her. He was like a splinter under her fingernail; she could pretend to ignore him, but her mind kept looping back around to him irritating her.
He was older than the boys in her class were. Maybe that was why he caught her eye. That may be why he was a little standoffish too. Maybe he looked at her as just another annoying college kid, like she viewed the rest of her peers.
What the hell was he doing shaking her hand! On the inside, you could not touch anyone or some jealous bitch would drop a report and get you in trouble, just to make you miserable. And it was like 'a handshake'? That was such a tease! It was like saying, 'hi, you're here, I'm here, but you're not good enough for more.'
The whole thing irritated Rose to the core, for some reason.
Rose also desperately wanted to get laid! She was only sixteen when she got in trouble and went away. All her male experience was with a few kisses, some feels and one less than spectacular short-lived relationship; the relationship was fine, but they were both young and neither knew what they were doing.
Of course, it was that relationship and the little bitch that he was cheating with that got her in trouble in the first place! Her fury frothed high and disturbed her calm the more she thought about it.
She thought it was going to be easy, but finding a man worth her time was driving her to distraction! Her Gran kept telling her, 'only a man worth your time, this time, Rose!'
After seven years, all she wanted was a healthy, handsome, rich, powerful, in shape, and loving man, who would take her and love her until she forgot her name, while she could lounge by their pool and work as she pleased! That was really not that much to ask!
She had superpowers! How could it be so hard?
Polina had been alone for decades, her youth slowly draining away as belief in her faded in the world above. She had taken Bill's life in trade for those of his companions. Will the heat of their passion ignite an eternal love, or are the differences between them too great?