(MSRP: 3.5000)
Gold —the name alone evokes dreams of riches beyond imagination. Whether one is a mortal woman or one of the fey men who inhabit New York in 1910, the precious metal can have great impact and far-reaching consequences. For Abigail Westmorland, a single gold coin stands between her and destitution. For Venn, a contender for the leprechaun throne, it means the difference between leading the fey or being led by his cousin, the dark fey, Lachlan. Together Venn and Abigail find true love is more precious than any gold.
Miniature
118 Pages Spicy
Excerpt:
Westmorland's daughter was a wee bit of a thing, coming only to his shoulder.
Venn stared down into her face, getting trapped in her guileless eyes. "Then perhaps you know of a single coin. About so big." He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger. "Made of solid gold with the picture of a tree on the front."
The frown returned between her brows. "I've never seen anything of the kind before."
There was a bit of truth to her words but mostly she lied while looking straight into his eyes.
Venn took another step, bringing them close enough to touch. Her full lips parted slightly as if about to utter a protest.
He raised his hand for silence. "Not a word, Miss Westmorland. I'll find the gold coin you claim not to have--despite your meager attempts to hide it. I know it was here earlier, I can smell the richness of it in the air."
Her eyes widened. She sucked in a breath.
His gaze settled on her lips.
Venn could no longer resist the urge to taste her. He leaned forward pressing his mouth to hers in a quick hard kiss. She stiffened in his arms. The temptation to shock her further was too much to pass. He held her face cradled in his hands. Delicate bones and soft skin brought all his protective instincts to the forefront.
Oh, to be able to kiss her forever.
