SynopsisDylan Matthews lives in a world of fantasy. As a video game designer, there are no limits on how far or wide his imagination could stretch. He loves his work and excels at bringing the visions in his head to a game console. The luck of his Irish heritage seems to touch him when his prototype Zombie ApoXalypse is bought days after he inherits a mansion in the heart of the Appalachian mountains. Life is indeed magical.
Ansleigh has waited centuries for one man, only to find him and then lose him due to his own inability to trust in their burgeoning love. The magick of Mother Earth flows within him and through him allowing him to nourish the Grotto where he makes his home. Yet, he yearns for the male that nurtures his soul. When the whims of Fate bring his Cosantoir back into his life, does he have the courage to accept his heritage?
As the fantasies in his head become reality and the monsters of nightmares crawl through the forest, can Dylan forgive broken promises to protect the Croi? There is no pause button when the Fae and human worlds collide. Will Dylan have what it takes to master the maze and win Ansleigh’s freedom?
Darkness shrouded the forest. In places, moonlight streamed through the canopy of trees creating scattered pools of light. Shadows tracked alongside him in the underbrush, but Ansleigh feared nothing in the Grotto. It was his home, his to protect, his to nourish. It infuriated him that something tainted had invaded the Grotto. Even worse, whoever or whatever had intruded upon his forest had harmed Dylan.
“Yes, but not in the middle of the night. The UnSeelie are unpredictable,” Sterling hedged. His eyes darted from shadow to shadow. “And, they are dangerous. You have more power when the sun rules the sky. They prevail under the light of the moon.”
“As long as there is a threat to my Cosantoir, I cannot wait for sunrise,” Ansleigh continued. “It could be too late.” Frustration stole his usual patience. When the elf sighed and cast his eyes in the direction of the meadow, Ansleigh resumed walking again. Sterling kept pace. Behind them, Thaine and the others maintained a constant surveillance of all sides.
Too vividly, he recalled their last time together before Dylan fled the Grotto. The consummation of their love, the promises, the plans for the future. He'd returned the next day and the next. Terror had sent him to Marcus only to have his fears confirmed. Ansleigh shook his head. It was not the time for past regrets. He turned his full attention to the meadow. He moved to enter the open area.
“Wait,” Sterling cautioned. “Something doesn't feel right. Let me get Silas out here.”
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About the author#1 Best Selling Author of Grand Slam, J.T. Cheyanne is a genre crosser who writes romance and paranormal in the m/m and m/f genres. J.T. Cheyanne resides in the beautiful state of Alabama. J.T. lives with her two sons and daughter. An avid reader since fourth grade, she has only just started writing her own stories. She also has several works published with her co-author, V.L. Moon.