Watch Over You: A Fantasy Romance
Three years after her husband’s death, Tara Saunders is still unable to move on. Guilt holds her hostage, and she knows that she can never forgive herself for causing Eric’s death. When Tara meets Devan, a homeless man who seems to have been linked to Eric in some way, she decides to follow him. Desperate to find some connection with her late husband, Tara seeks it through Devan, but the truth that he holds is not one that Tara is willing to accept. As Tara inches closer to the truth, an invisible clock begins ticking …
Watch Over You
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Snippets from Watch Over You
**But then there are other stories that go back even more. To the Romans and the Greeks. The swallow is one of the birds of Aphrodite, the goddess of love. It is said that the swallow carries the souls of lost loved ones and takes them to the other side. Some even believe the swallow leads the soul to rebirth too.”
“Which one do you believe?” Devan slid his fingers under her chin and lifted her face to his. Her eyes were closed and much too heavy for her to care to open them. She was almost asleep standing there in his arms. “All of them,” he breathed, and then he kissed her again. Softly this time. Not exploring, just his mouth against hers. She could feel his eyes on her as his lips slid over hers.
“Why is it on your hand?” she asked against his mouth.
“It’s there so that I can carry a soul,” he said. Just as it is on your hand now too.”
**In a move so sudden it left her gasping for breath, he grabbed her and spun her around, bringing her back against a hard wall of muscle. One arm encircled her chest while the other slid around her waist, immobilising her. Shock kept her frozen and she didn’t think to fight him.
“Tell me what you see,” he whispered against her ear.
She looked out into the hall; it was no longer empty. Her eyes widened and tears welled up, threatening to spill once more. “He’s right there,” she breathed, reaching out her hand. She tried to walk forwards, but Devan’s grip on her tightened.
“I need to go to him.”
“Stay here,” he whispered. “What do you see?”
“He’s right there. He’s painting. He looks happy.” She watched as Eric sat in front of a canvas, unaware of her presence. He tilted his head to the side to get a better view of what he was painting. Stretching out his arm with his paint brush, he used it as a gage for size, closing one eye so that he could get a better idea. She shoved and yanked at Devan’s arms until he let go. She ran across the room and came to an abrupt halt when she reached Eric. He seemed to look right through her. Unable to stop herself, she reached out, desperate to touch him once more. But Eric’s face was no longer his own. It was Devan’s. She gasped and snatched her hand back.
** She shook her head and tried to pull free. With a sudden oath, he captured her face, holding it firm between his hands, and planted his mouth hard against hers. He kissed her the way he wanted to - hungry and needing. Like a man who had been starving for three years…and he had. He kissed away every fear she had. Every thought that made her more scared than the last. He kissed her so hard that all she would be able to think about was him and only him. He kissed her the way he had wanted to that day at the cemetery. He growled in satisfaction when he felt her melt against him. “Do you feel that Tara?” he asked gruffly when he released her mouth. “Do you feel me inside your mind?”
“I’m not like them. I promise. I can't explain it to you right now, but I need for you to trust me. Can you do that?”
She didn’t answer.
“I won’t let them hurt you. Whatever happens, okay?” He caught her hand in his again and then pressed their joined hands over her heart. “Do you feel your heartbeat? You feel me in there? You have to trust me. Your heart trusts me.” Taking hold of her other hand, he pressed it over his heart. “Do you feel my heart beating?”
She nodded again and whispered. “Yes.”
“Close your eyes Tara. Feel our heartbeats. Do you feel them?”
They drummed together. Two hearts beating as one.
She opened her eyes slowly, calmer. “How is that possible?”
“I promise to you that I will explain. I can't right now. We have to leave. Trust me?”
She gave a weak nod and he let go of her hands, certain this time that she would not run away.