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SPOTLIGHT INFO:
The Transformation of
Anna
Cornerstone Deep, #1
For centuries, Cole Shilo
has harvested the homeless, wiped their memories, and delivered them
as servants to the nobles of Cornerstone Deep. When Cole is sent to
harvest a second-class woman who has broken curfew, he expects no
different. But Anna Sinclair’s soul calls out to him. Soul mates
aren’t possible on Cornerstone Deep…
Are they?
“My life is a mirage
of endless time. But you engulf me, rivet my mind, encompass my
soul.”
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The
Transformation of Anna - EXCERPT
Cole
unstopped the slender vial and gently lifted Anna’s head to
administer the potion. As he carefully tipped the container to her
lips, tremors traveled down his forearms. His hands quaked. The amber
liquid jumped to the brim and he quickly tilted it upright. Gods,
Cole, control yourself. She needs every drop.
A soft palm rested on his
wrist and Cole’s gaze shot to Elaina’s. When had she returned and
how did he not pick up on the strong compassion emitting from her
when she had? Her blue eyes looked deep into his, understanding with
a touch of sadness. “Let me do that, Cole. You’ve been through
enough.”
He wasn’t sure if the
tremors were from anticipating a fortunate outcome or from sheer
anxiety over the whole ordeal, but he accepted her tender attention
as a blessing. Vincent’s intervention with her was evident. He
watched as she patiently poured small measures into Anna’s mouth.
Elaina turned to Cole and
lifted the emptied container. “Well, that’s it. She got it all.”
He sighed. “Thank you.”
“Anything, Cole.” She
smiled and set the vial on the bed stand. “What about you? Can I
get you a drink? It might calm you some.”
Nodding, he offered a
small smile.
“Good, then. I’ll be
right back.”
As she closed the door
behind her, Cole eased himself onto the bed. “Don’t give up,
Anna.” His faint words were swallowed by the silence of the room.
“I’ll fix this and see to it nothing ever happens to you again.”
Brushing his fingertips over her hair, he solemnly whispered a plea.
“Don’t leave me.”
Her soft locks sent
countless memories rushing through his mind—her smile, cheeky
comments, blue eyes dancing as if life itself was a game. Her
Arylinite spirit embraced every moment of love, able to see beneath
façades that others deemed as truth. He sighed, knowing that side of
her may have been unique to that lifetime—a result of her
specialized upbringing in the Arylin colony of the northern
territory.
He tilted his head and
gazed over her still face. Her features were remarkably similar to
Mianna’s. The gentle slope of her nose, the way she chose to wear
her dark hair long, and he couldn’t deny her blue eyes when she’d
looked at him. He cupped her cheek with his hand, gently stroking her
lips with his thumb. They curved from a bow-tie center into a natural
smile. So soft. Inviting. He leaned to her and lightly kissed them,
then leaned his cheek to hers.
“Talk to me, Anna.”
His breath was a plea. As much as he knew no answer would come, his
heart called to her with his deepest wish.
He brushed his fingers
down her neck to her chest, tenderly caressing her pale skin at the
neckline of her gown. A strained pause caught his throat as he
lightly followed her breast to her ribcage. “What’s in your
heart?”
The tiny circles he drew
on the thin fabric fed his longing for her touch. Supple creases
followed his motion. To have her arms around him, the love they
brought, had given him unmitigated comfort in a past life. It could
be so again.
“My life was yours.”
He kissed the circles he created. “Every moment, I found joy in
you.”
He looked at her closed
eyes. “Please, don’t leave me. Please promise you’ll be mine
again.”
No emotion showed upon the
visage of his love, but distant echoes of vows lighted his soul.
“Open to me.”
He wondered if his whispered thought could possibly reach her
unconscious mind. “Speak to me with your
soul.”
Her lips parted and a
chill flew through him. He waited, listened intently. Weak sensations
touched his senses. “Anna,” he said aloud, hope rising. He cupped
his palm to her cheek again. “Fight for it. Call to me.”
Anna remained silent.
Cole’s heart ached. Yet,
that small reaction spurred his resolve. He framed her face as he
lowered to take her lips with his. “I’ll help you.”
The scent of licorice and
cream fell from his lips as he called on his Breath of Zephyr. His
soul’s voice owned his words. “My life is a mirage of endless
time. But you engulf me, rivet my mind, encompass my soul.”
She inhaled his sensual
gift and gasped for deeper intake.
Yes.
Hope impossibly filled him. His muscles tightened with expectation.
His heart pounded against his chest. “Call
to me!”
Echoes
Cornerstone Deep, #2
Nothing is sacred to Cole
when it comes to keeping his love – not even covenants made with
gods, and when Lord Dressen's obsession to have Anna soars, Cole
pulls out all the stops. But, through all his efforts, lofty or
damned, the truth remains.
Will echoes of another
life cause him to fail?
“Every breath you
take is a song to my soul.”
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ECHOES Excerpt
Sweet lavender greeted Cole as he
entered the solarium. Tiny bobbles glowed from beneath the garden
foliage, allowing the stars to wink through the wide skylights in the
ceiling. He scanned the dark sky and an all-to-familiar longing for
the five moons in his home realm returned. It was suddenly too dark
in Cornerstone Deep, too repressive—a reminder of the deceit this
plane bred.
Dragging his hand across his face, he
released an uneasy breath. His father had been taken by greed. Just
as his own standards had diluted to the point of performing acts that
defiled ancient covenants. But if Sylis Shilo, a born Meridian and
revered Sentinel, had succumbed to Terran influence…
Cole lowered his gaze as justification
shadowed his acts. We were deceived. You had no right. The
facts seethed in his blood. His father longed for his wife. How many
times had he influenced her feelings? And how much of her desire was
truly for Cole and not a result of emotional tampering?
His stomach knotted. The senior wizard
had even suggested the charm created for Mianna. Unsigh. One
heart—the ultimate sharing of passion. He had aided in its
creation and in Cole’s desire to please his new bride, he had
embraced the idea with his whole heart. I was a fool. It would
have only made it easier for the master to read the emotions she
shared.
Cole smoothed back his hair and paced a
circle to expel anxiety. Surely, he would have felt betrayal in his
love’s heart if there was desire for another man—especially when
the spell joined their hearts…surely.
Adoration flowed from behind him,
touched his senses. Slender hands smoothed his shirt to his waist and
a soft form leaned to his back. His heart melted and he closed his
eyes. Mianna. Despite his attempt to avoid an earlier meet, he
couldn’t resist. He lifted his arm and turned to hold her in his
embrace. As she met his gaze, Mianna’s soul once again spoke to his
as none other had or would. Unrest fled. Doubt disappeared.
Her brow wrinkled with worry. “You’ve
been distant.”
He brushed her long hair with a gentle
stroke. “I’m sorry, my love.”
She caressed his forehead with her
fingertips, erasing the tension there.
“Hush thy worries. Still thy mind.
For within mine arms,
love’s sweet bliss will heal thy
soul.
Cares of life be gone.”
Cole rested his cheek on her soft
locks, allowing her poetic tongue to soothe him.
“Whispers, wings of love’s caress,
light upon thy heart.
Gazes, speak of my soul’s want.
Body, sing their praise.”
She gently placed her hand to his
cheek, guiding him to look into her eyes.
“I long. I pray thee touch me.
Carry forth my will.
Leave behind the world, my love.
Be this moment mine.”
Cole’s heart wrapped around her plea
and the reality of her return filled his being. She was his. Now and
forever. “This moment, my life, my existence is yours.” He
cradled her face with his hands. “Every breath you take is a song
to my soul.”
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR:
Charlene
A. Wilson is an author of tales that
take you to other dimensions. She weaves magic, lasting love, and
intrigue to immerse you into the lives of her characters.
She began writing in her
early teens when her vivid dreams stayed with her long after she had
them. The characters and worlds were so amazing she brought them to
life through her books.
Charlene resides in a
small community in Arkansas, USA, with her two beautiful daughters,
husband, and a very chatty cockatiel named Todder.
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