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Water's Lover came from a very odd place. I was ill, desperately ill. I had spent the entire day in bed reading Scottish folk lore. It was about 1 AM. My meds were finally kicking in and Craig Ferguson's thick brogue crept into my droswy brain. That must have been one heck of a combination. I woke up to write Water's Lover, based on the Scottish and Irish water fairy called the ashray or asrais or water lover. They're completely nocturnal and can't live on land. Well, most can't live on land, but love has a funny way of helping things along. I hope you enjoy my water shifter in Water's Lover.
J. Annas Walker
Ellen wanted nothing more than to go home after a miserable week of camping at the lake with Mark. In fact, she's had enough of his making her miserable in general and plans to break up with him when she gets home. Sitting by the water’s edge, she finds the lake has more to offer than beautiful scenery and sweltering heat. But will she escape Mark’s wrath and find a way to keep love’s magic?
Excerpt:The week seemed longer and hotter than necessary. The atrocious insects practically gnawed at her. The days blazed, and the nights sweltered. Ellen Kincaid thought this to be the worst vacation ever. She wanted Sunday afternoon to hurry up and end her suffering.
Her boyfriend wanted to go camping by Lake James in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Raised in the country, Mark Jessup claimed he wanted to give Ellen the experiences not found in her big city life. In the three years they'd dated, he took her on every outdoor event imaginable. She hated them all. Secretly, she thought he enjoyed her misery.
Ellen woke up in the tent alone. The pitch-black night made it impossible to see her watch to tell the time, but she knew Mark often stepped out for some cooler night air. Having no woodland skills and afraid to be out in the dark, Ellen suffered, cooped up in the tent until dawn. The humid night made the tent feel like a sauna. Desperate for some fresh air, she felt brave enough to join him.
No answer came.
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