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Ellyn came to a stop she hit the bottom of the hill, not twenty feet from the men in black. About a dozen in number, they all had far more weapons then the traveling party. A large black streak, went past her. She screamed, turning to see a panther, disappear over the crest of the hill. “They cannot outrun Milo,” one of the men said, with a chuckle. The others showed their  agreement, with nods, smiles and chuckles,  as they moved forward. One of the men grabbed Ellyn sharply by the hair, pulling her up. He smelled her hair, while she squirmed, whimpering. “She is not the princess.” He gave her ebony hair a sharp tug.

The wind was blowing swiftly as the morning light began to spill over the party. Two woman, and five men, standing in a tight formation, moved swiftly through the early morning sun. The men had their eyes out for any followers or ambushes. One woman was also leery of the reality open area they were walking through. The other leaned heavily on her female company, still appearing to be half asleep. The trees the group had been traveling through had thinned about 100 feet back, leaving the group exposed. They were coming up the back of a rather large hill, with a scattering of trees at the top. The trees appeared empty and, if they made it to t

Adelaide swung her legs over the railing, careful to not rip her deep emerald lacy gown. She didn’t want to fall before she was ready either. The day before loan sharks had come by looking to collect her father’s debts from her.  They had threatened and given 48 hours before they came back, to collect it from her one way or another. They made it clear death wasn’t what they had in mind for her, but something much more…lasting. This was what had led her to sitting on the upper balcony railing in the middle of her father’s annual ball. Even though he’d passed a few weeks before, she hadn’t had the he

Doors slammed, and those who had experience with him, knew that the director had arrived. He was usually early, so the fact that he was late, wasn’t a good sign. Unsure of how to response, Lyn found herself look around at those already in the performance room. They all sat at a table, that lined one side of the room. At one end was the chorographer, Freddy Harris, who resembled a scarecrow, was barely 30, with flaming red hair that he kept cropped just above his ears, with the bangs just barely falling into his warm brown eyes. Freddy had joined the project when Lyn’s writing partner, Richard Marks had asked him. Working with Ri

The view from her bedroom was breathtaking. Standing on her private balcony, she could see miles upon miles of rolling green hills and blooming vineyards. The wine she had drunk with dinner the night before had been made from the grapes that she could see from her room. Never before had she felt such a feeling as to take in the world that she now encountered. Perhaps she was naïve in doing this. Flying across the world at the whim of a man she had never even met. But he seemed so perfect. He had not led her on with some gorgeous picture, telling her everything she wanted to hear. Rather, he had been truly different and unique. She had e

"You are most unkind, sir." "Unkind, madame?" "Indeed. You know nothing of love." "Nothing? I have been married once before." "Marriage does not mean love. Nor love, marriage. The two have little to do with each other, as you well know." "You, madame, speak of things you do not understand." "On the contrary, sir. Of love I know much, and marriage...well, I too have been married once." "You, madame, were barely a bride before becoming a widow. What does possess a young woman to marry a man four-times were own years?" "Perhaps the same thing that makes a man marry a woman with whom he has never spoken. One, in fact, he had never laid ey

Doors slammed opened, cracking against the wall with ear splitting force. The young man was shoved through, followed by two thugs. He straightened his coat, growling.  "What the hell am I doing here? Where is Radella? I demanded to see her." His eyes flashing silver as they landed on the human butler. The butler was calm when he responded, "Miss Wyman has requested your presence, Mr. Konstan. If you'll follow me." Turning his back on the fuming vampire, he began to make his way out of the room towards a large spiral staircase. Still fuming at his treatment, he tried to reason with himself. They could have staked him to bring him here, but t