Published by 47North on November 19, 2013
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Fantasy, New Adult, Romance, Urban Fantasy
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The wall between our world and that of vengeful spirits has protected humanity for more than 400 years. It’s about to come crashing down.
Ellie Lancaster has lived her whole life by the site of the mysterious Lost Colony of Roanoke, the Virginia settlement that vanished without a trace around 1590. Only the descendants of the two men who banished the spirits of an enemy tribe from the material realm know what really happened to the colony. Ellie is one of those descendants—a Curse Keeper. Her father took pains to teach her what he knew of the curse and the responsibilities of its guardians. He taught her that if the two Curse Keepers ever meet, the curse will be lifted, the gate will open, and the raging Native American spirits will be unleashed to seek their revenge.
Despite her father’s seriousness, Ellie has always taken the legend for a harmless fairy tale. Until she meets the darkly handsome, but downright infuriating, Collin Dailey and realizes everything she was told is true. For when they meet, it’s like the air is sucked from the room. Collin’s presence is electrifying… and it’s not just attraction Ellie feels, but the inexorable pull toward her destiny. The prophecy is real, and now Ellie and Collin must battle supernatural forces and their loathing—and passion—for each other to set things right.
The Curse Keepers are all that stand between the world and its destruction.
As he pushed down the cup of my bra, I leaned my head back and tried to remember what time I was supposed to be at the New Moon the next day. No! Don’t think about that right now. But there was no denying that Dwight’s lack of skills weren’t limited to the neck up.
Maybe he just needed a little incentive. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants while he turned his attention to my other breast. Slipping my hand into his pants, I searched for his erection.
And found nothing.
Well, that’s not entirely right. I found something, but I had to search. A lot.
I sat up and cocked my head. “Um… I need to go to the bathroom for a second.” I climbed off his lap and pulled up my bra then I held up a finger. “I’ll be right back in a second.” As I moved toward the bathroom, trying not to run, I snatched my cell phone off the counter and closed myself in the lavatory. Then I dialed my best friend Claire.
She answered on the first ring. “So how did it go?”
I sat on the toilet and ran a hand over my hair. “Um… it’s still going,” I whispered.
“It’s still going? Then what are you doing calling me?”
“Well… it’s just that…”
How did I put this? “I can’t find his penis.”
Claire paused for half a second. “How drunk are you?”
I hunched over my knees, trying to gauge my level of intoxication. “I’ve had a couple of drinks, but not enough to stop me from finding an important part of male anatomy. I mean, how hard can it be?”
“Obviously, not hard enough.”
Giggles erupted, and I clapped a hand over my mouth. After a couple of seconds, I settled down. “This is serious, Claire.”
Claire burst into laughter. “Are you sure he’s not a tranny?”
“I thought trannies were guys dressing as girls, not the other way around.” I took a deep breath to settle my giggles. “And no, he’s got a part, just not an interested one.” Great, I couldn’t even get a boring guy excited about me. “What am I going to do?”
“What do you want to do?”
Covering my eyes with my hand, I sighed. “I don’t know.”
I heard Claire’s exasperated exhale. “Ellie, why are you with this guy? Why are you doing this to yourself?”
Outraged, I sat up straight and hissed, “How was I supposed to know he couldn’t get it up?”
“Anyone could have—no that’s too easy,” Claire muttered. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. Why are you wasting your time with this guy when you can barely stand him?”
“That’s not true.”
I had to concede that she might have a point. “I can’t just send him away.”
“It will be too obvious.”
“Well, then I suggest you stock up on Viagra.”
I groaned. “You’re no help.”
“Yes, I am. You just don’t like what I have to say.”
“Ugh! I have to go.”
“You might as well go since you won’t be coming—“
I hung up on her before she could finish. And she was wrong. There was a reason I kept a vibrator in my bedside drawer.