Kurzbeschreibung
She thought the mullo was just a myth...she was dead wrong.
Adam Flint's Gypsy visions always guide him to those who need his paranormal gifts. He gets more than he bargained for in Pearl Kizzy, a beautiful spitfire from Liverpool. Adam knows that to save Pearl, he must help her accept her own Gypsy heritage.
Although Adam and Pearl fight their burning attraction for one another, a night of passion sparks memories of their treacherous former lives. Unable to face the loss of Pearl in this century, Adam scrambles for distance from the love of his life. A rejected Pearl falls into the arms of a Mullo - a gypsy vampire - who lays claim to her heart, and her life.
To survive, Adam and Pearl must accept their tragic past, and find a way to kill the undead. * * * * * "This is a deceptively complex story about the power of true love, featuring a scandalously wonderful leading man who will stop at nothing to save his soul mate. Throw in a few devious villains and a secret family legacy, and you have a winning and surprising paranormal romance." ~Bridget, The Romance Reviews
EXCERPT
EXCERPT
I didn't want Adam to follow me onto the back deck. I couldn't handle his condescending remarks. I just wanted to think, to be alone. But he had followed me.
My sight locked onto the bleak, never-ending ocean crashing against the rocky shore. There was something transfixing about the fluidity of the movement and the meeting of elements, water and earth. The luminous full moon was the only thing to break up the dark storm clouds above.
"Pearl?"
I ignored him. Instead, I reveled in the rain that pitter-pattered on my head and streamed down my face. It felt cleansing, like all the crap I'd dealt the last few days was being washed away with the rain.
He tried to guide me to face him with a gentle hand on my shoulder. I jerked my shoulder at his touch, my focus glued to the rain lashing the surface of the crashing ocean. The storm was picking up momentum and wind began lashing at me. But still I stood staring out to sea.
"Pearl, come out of the rain. You'll catch your death."
A strike of lightening blazed up the sky, a brilliant yellow. Was Mother Nature expressing the fury I felt inside? Was I somehow connected to the storm? It felt that way, and I wanted the sounds of the storm to fill me to the brim, leaving no room for confusion. I looked up at the moon and held out my arms. Take me, storm, take me.
Adam grabbed my hand and dragged me under the deck's roof.
I can't let the ocean call you to its depths. I won't let it happen. I heard what was in Adam's head. No, I felt it. A panic had taken hold of him. It was gut-wrenching; his heart was pounding hard and fast. It felt as though he'd lost someone to the sea, a loved one.
"What the hell?" I maneuvered to face him--his arms were still wrapped tight around me. I wiped the sodden hair away from my face and stared up at him. The sense of familiarity flooded me again, and I yearned to bask in the comfort that comes with such closeness. A desire to place my head on his chest and to wrap my arms around him filled me, but I resisted for fear of being pushed away.
"Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if you've met them before?"
"Yes," he said. Adam gazed into my eyes, his expression soft and concerning.
"What do you think it means?"
"Dunno."
I loved the vibration of his thoughts. They traveled through me as though they belonged to me. It made me feel close to him. Being with him was like being with an old friend. Frosty ass comments and all, I wanted to take comfort in him and could resist no more. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head into his chest. It felt like home. He felt like home.
"Pearl?"
I ignored him. Instead, I reveled in the rain that pitter-pattered on my head and streamed down my face. It felt cleansing, like all the crap I'd dealt the last few days was being washed away with the rain.
He tried to guide me to face him with a gentle hand on my shoulder. I jerked my shoulder at his touch, my focus glued to the rain lashing the surface of the crashing ocean. The storm was picking up momentum and wind began lashing at me. But still I stood staring out to sea.
"Pearl, come out of the rain. You'll catch your death."
A strike of lightening blazed up the sky, a brilliant yellow. Was Mother Nature expressing the fury I felt inside? Was I somehow connected to the storm? It felt that way, and I wanted the sounds of the storm to fill me to the brim, leaving no room for confusion. I looked up at the moon and held out my arms. Take me, storm, take me.
Adam grabbed my hand and dragged me under the deck's roof.
I can't let the ocean call you to its depths. I won't let it happen. I heard what was in Adam's head. No, I felt it. A panic had taken hold of him. It was gut-wrenching; his heart was pounding hard and fast. It felt as though he'd lost someone to the sea, a loved one.
"What the hell?" I maneuvered to face him--his arms were still wrapped tight around me. I wiped the sodden hair away from my face and stared up at him. The sense of familiarity flooded me again, and I yearned to bask in the comfort that comes with such closeness. A desire to place my head on his chest and to wrap my arms around him filled me, but I resisted for fear of being pushed away.
"Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if you've met them before?"
"Yes," he said. Adam gazed into my eyes, his expression soft and concerning.
"What do you think it means?"
"Dunno."
I loved the vibration of his thoughts. They traveled through me as though they belonged to me. It made me feel close to him. Being with him was like being with an old friend. Frosty ass comments and all, I wanted to take comfort in him and could resist no more. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head into his chest. It felt like home. He felt like home.
