Selene sacrificed everything when she took her brother’s place as ruler of the Vyusher—including her secret love for one-time adversary Griffin Aubrey. When nightmares that are just a little too real start, Selene fears she’s turned into a cold-blooded killer…the monster Griffin thinks she is.
Griffin and Ellie Aubrey are finally safe for the first time in over a hundred years, and Griffin doesn’t want to easily forgive the woman he blames for killing his family. But when an unknown menace drives Selene to leave her people and seek their help, Griffin must decide.
Can he move past his hatred of everything she is? Or will the bond that could bring them both the greatest joy now be the source of their deepest despair?
All flowers have a meaning. In the Victorian era, people used flowers as symbols to express their feelings.
hyacinth: dedicated to Apollo, loveliness, sorrow
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Is she the girl of his dreams…or the monster in his nightmares?
***Originally self-published with a different cover – February 2013.
Through a grey swirling mist, Griffin heard Selene’s husky voice calling his name. He realized he was dreaming.
“Go away!” he called out to the emptiness surrounding him, as he swiveled his head around looking for her.
“Griffin, please,” she pleaded.
He clenched his jaw. “You’re the one who controls dreams, Selene. You clear this up.”
“I don’t control dreams, really. I visit. Let me in, and you’ll clear it up yourself.”
The wisps of cloud and fog drifted away. Rays of sunlight broke through. Suddenly, Griffin was standing in a field of wheat with a brilliant blue sky above him. He felt no heat or cold or breeze, saw no movement and no end to the vast golden landscape. He glanced down and realized he was clothed in casual jeans and a t-shirt–similar to what he’d worn earlier that day.
“Well?” he prodded. “Come on. Show yourself.”
“I’m right here.”
Griffin spun around at the sound of Selene’s voice directly behind him. She stood placidly, adorned in a flowing, pale purple sundress that made her look delicate and sweet, the exact opposite of what he knew her to be.
Selene smiled. “Thanks for the pretty dress.” But her face froze when she caught Griffin’s hostile glare. She sighed. “Won’t you talk to me? We could always talk here…in our dreams.”
Griffin crossed his arms over his chest and scowled, attempting to disguise the fact that his silence was due in part to Selene’s beauty. She’d always taken his breath away. “But these aren’t our dreams, are they?” he muttered. “This is you invading my dream.”