This book is constructed of different stories with supernatural beings. There is bound to be romance in my books. Get to know these teens/new adults and their difficult lives.

This is a bit of the first story, will be up soon. Tell me what u think about this tiny preview;

His hands were around her waist pulling her in closely abrasively but passionately endearing. His touch still sent tingles down her spine. He kissed her head and then down her neck line. She could feel his eyes on her. His eyes were mesmerizing. Being here with him gave him the comfort she needed. It gave her certainty that her decision to abandon her previous life in the other world was worth it. Love was a word that had been a stranger to her until she’d met him. Her rock.

 Lana remembered her prior life just like she remembered her love’s face. To perfection was her memory. She’d been a slavery to tradition.

“Do you have to depart at such a dark time?” She mumbled into his chest breathing him in.

“Yes darling. But I will find my way back,” He declared into her fierce red hair.

“I do not care for firewood as long as we are together.” Lana sighed. She hated being without him.

“We will freeze then my beautiful.  You must endure these few hours without my presence so I can hunt some firewood and keep us alive. The chill has come back brusquely.” He met her lips in a feather touch and released her.

“If you must,” She gave in finally. She forced a miniature smile out of her gullet.

“I will be on my way. I promise to be back in no more than 4 hours. “

 He kissed her forehead and she held him so closely there was absolutely no distance between them. Lana loathed the loneliness of being in the cabin with nothing but the dog, Sierra.

“Good bye love. Now before I leave, promise me you won’t leave this cabin for your own safety. If something is to happen to me, I don’t want you wounded.” He said so ever softly.

“I promise. Now leave so your return may be sooner.”

“I love you.” He told her but she already knew.

“I love you more.” Lana said and she meant it.

Two days had gone and he hadn’t return. She missed him. She would go looking for him. She told herself.  The fire had long died and she was in need of warmth but she needed him more now than ever. Her promise bounded her to the house though. Yet she needed to be the heroine and bring her love home. After all promises were meant to be broken, he had once said.