Cassia: Branch 2 of the Tree of Life
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Stuck in steamy Bangkok managing a client’s convention, sidhe Cassia Firbolg meets mercenary soldier Vladislav Ruzcik. Vlad’s heart recognizes her as his mate and he immediately sets out to claim her as such, bonding their souls together. Cassia doesn’t realize that he’s a werewolf and that he’s claimed her until it’s too damned late.
But there are others who want Cassia, too. A crime lord wants to add a lovely blonde to his collection of captives. Demons hunger and hunt for sidhe flesh and sidhe magic. Even Ares, the Greek god of war, is smitten with her. Vlad does his utmost to protect his wife and raise a family. But even a mighty werewolf must succumb to time. Cassia must find the strength to survive the dissolution of one matebond to accept the saving force of another. |
“They don’t speak English,” she said curtly. “Let’s see if there’s an alternate entrance we can use.”
They grumbled, but allowed her to lead them back around the block, down an alley, and to a side door that was guarded by three more armed men. These men looked slightly less disreputable and Cassia allowed herself the faint hope that perhaps they wouldn’t shoot her or treat her like … well, like the others did. She approached the one man who looked more European than Asian. Perhaps he understood English.
“Excuse me, do you speak English?” she asked, noticing that her group hung several yards behind her as if bullets shot from those ugly weapons wouldn’t travel past her. “Español? Français? Deutsch?”
Vladislav wondered if lightning had just struck him. He felt utterly stunned and every cell in his body sizzled and sang. She is the one. His father always said he would know his soul mate when he saw her—as when the old bastard had seen his mother—and this incredibly powerful urge to claim, protect, and love this particular woman had to be a true herald. He whispered the words he had learned from his father and were engraved upon his heart, the words low and guttural and thrumming with ancient power that gathered and pulsed on the tip of his tongue.
The woman showed no impact from his words. She merely looked at him, her expression showing a temper fraying from exasperation. The linen of her prim, navy blue dress had wilted in the heat and humidity and clung to a slender, gracefully proportioned body no professional dancer would have been ashamed to claim. Tendrils of hair the color of winter sunshine had escaped confinement from the neat coil pinned to the back of her head and curled languidly in the heavy air. Her eyes were startlingly violet and lushly fringed. A thin, almost imperceptible scar traveled the length of her left cheekbone and disappeared into the hairline. He thought her beautiful.
“I speak English,” he replied after a moment in an intriguing accent, his cool eyes alight with interest.
“Oh, God, not again,” she muttered beneath her breath. She took another breath to compose herself, smiled her most professional smile, and asked if someone was available to escort her clients into the hotel so they could return to their conference.
“You don’t know what happened, do you?” he inquired with a faint grin that concealed the sudden surge of rage wanting to be unleashed at whoever had been foolish enough to insult this woman. His woman.
Thank you. The heroine's experience actually arises from what I've gone through managing conferences. I took that experience and intensified it for the book.
I used to have a job managing conferences. If you're looking for an exercise in frustration and exasperation, I can't recommend anything better suited.
Interesting you added real life experience to the story,
I've never been to Bangkok, but I have organized and managed conferences for professional associations populated by members who look upon staff as something of an unintelligent subspecies. The association's president in Cassia isn't that far off from a past president of an association I used to manage.
I like that this is "Branch 2" in the Tree of Life. I sometimes find myself wondering if guys in paranormals who recognize their soul mate at first glance ever find themselves bonded to a married woman with five kids.Have you ever read any stories with that theme?
Nope, can't say as I have come across any paranormal romances in which the hero recognizes his mate who's already married with children. Lindsay Sands does address this in her Argeneau vampire series if a vampire recognizes his mate and she's already taken, although I haven't seen it play out.
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