*Book 3 in Devon Falls Series*
Coming 7/4/08 from Aspen Mountain Press
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Damien Dracon is back in Devon Falls, and he is about to woo the one lady he left three years ago. Family secrets and youthful pride forced him to give up the one good thing in his life: the love of Alicia Stevens. What he doesn't expect is that Alicia has a secret of her own, and it may just tear them apart. Can two former lovers find it in themselves to forgive one another and let love grow between them? Or will past secrets haunt them and tear them apart?
Driving on Route 98 toward Devon Falls , Damien Dracon looked at the familiar landmarks as he got closer to Devon Falls . With his inky black hair waving in the wind that blew around his shoulders, his jungle green eyes narrowed in anticipation at being with his family and friends again, and finally making things right with the only woman who made him feel complete and loved him unconditionally. Sighing, he slowly throttled down his electric blue corvette as he saw the town limits come into view. He whistled softly at the growth along Main Street as he spied several new businesses that looked prosperous and seemed to thrive in such a small town. Seeing the Dew Drop Café, he arched an eyebrow at the bright flowers along the windows and the steady stream of people coming in and out of the place. Musing, Damien wondered who owned such a lively place and made a mental note to find out from his brother, Rodrick.
After driving by, he spied the Dragon Inn ahead, a flag ship of sorts in the town. Feeling his breath hitch after being away for three long years, Damien still marveled at the magnificence of it. It stood three stories tall, majestic in appearance and painted a blue that seemed to change colors if you looked at it just a certain way. What no one knew was that the Dracon Family were the original owners and were shape shifters, who guarded that secret with a fever that would have given Fort Knox a run for its money. Each member was something different, and they didn't grow into their powers until they hit twenty years of age. Damien sighed at the way his grandfather ran the family before his death two years before. His grandfather believed that the family was supposed to be quiet, not make waves, and follow any order the patriarch gave, regardless of who got hurt by it though it was unavoidable that someone got hurt no matter what.
Damien tried to relax as he finished driving up the long and winding driveway, which seemed to go on forever. He saw the family home and business was quiet for a change. Normally it was a bustling place, and according to his twin brother, Rodrick, the town was growing in leaps and bounds that caused him to wonder if they should grow with it or fade away. It was something to ponder now that his grandfather was not around to cause trouble or make his displeasure known if family members did something to make him notice them, Damien thought as he pulled near the house.
Damien stopped the Corvette next to his brother's Harley, a bike that exemplified his free spirit and rough edges as well as the power that lurked under his skin. Shaking his head, smiling at the way the bike seemed to exude power as he got out of the car, Damien wondered what awaited him in Devon Falls, and as always, his thoughts strayed to the one woman who he was determined to be with, so he could show her the sweetness of love again.
His long legs strode across the sidewalk. As he spied the window of the Dew Drop softly glowing, a shadow walked around the place. Curious as to who ran the place, he jogged lightly to see and almost fell through the glass pane at the sight of Alicia, weaving her way around the cases. He watched the way she moved, all fluid like and with a grace that he could never find, no matter how hard he tried, in other women; her reddish blonde hair was in a loose ponytail that he itched to take down. His eyes widened when her lush, voluptuous body came into view; it was the most desirable body he had ever seen, and he felt all the blood rush to his cock straining the front of his jeans. Whistling softly, he never thought she would grow up to be so voluptuous and sexy! It was quite an eye opener to say the least, especially when she bent over to clean the case of pastries and her jeans tightened around her rounded ass. Groaning at the vision in front of him and feeling his blood begin to burn with suppressed desire; Damien tried to still his racing blood. My god, she is gorgeous and sexy. Why has no one caught her attention after I left? She is like one of those 1950's screen bombshells, all rounded curves and long legs. What man wouldn't be lucky to have her as a mate and mother of his children?
Watching her dance to a tune only she could hear brought Damien's attention to her ass and legs. She moved like a ballerina, yet it was more graceful to his thinking, and as he watched her dance around the cases and tables, he found himself longing to go in and dance with her. Thinking how her body would curve around his made him shudder with a hot need that had him rock hard and aching for something that he hoped he didn't lose after all this time.