Grace Willows

You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his kneesExcerpt from To Kiss a King by Grace WillowsComing this summer to Amazon Kindle and paperback.

You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.

Oh honey, someday a real man is going to make you see stars and you won't even be looking at the sky." Excerpt from Grace Willow's Last Minute Bride

She was a ray of sunshine, a warm summer rain, a bright fire on a cold winter__ day, and now she could be dead because she had tried to save the man she loved.

The flowers are for the woman I glimpsed for just a moment the other night before she ran away with tears brimming in her eyes." His eyes drifted over the becoming blush of her cheeks, wondering why it was suddenly there. "That's the woman I see when I look at you. That's the woman I want to get to know tonight. Do you think she might be joining us?

Seth shrugged. "He's already had his funeral pyre" He glanced towards "I reckon the Devil himself was there to welcome Daniel home. " He shuddered, "Course he may prove to be too mean for the devil himself.

No. He__ like me at the moment. We__e both nomadic. He__ still in the military. Currently training SEALs in Coronado, California._ ____ sorry, training seals? To do what?_ Boomer grinned. He didn__ understand why, but she so delighted him. __avy SEALs, honey. He trains them to be smarter, faster, and stronger than the bad guy._ __o they leap tall buildings in a single bound,_ she asked without missing a beat. Boomer would not have been able to hold back the laugh if his life depended on it.

What__ it like to live forever?Nicholas almost dropped the glass he had been holding. __hat?___hat__ it like to know you will never die?__e should have known, he thought. She was a smart woman. __onely._ He said answering truthfully.He sighed. __t__ not romantic, or fun, or even exciting., It__ just lonely. I have watched everyone that I have ever loved, die. My family, my friends, my lovers and neighbors. It is not a fate I would ever wish on my worst enemy.

It waited for her. Standing resolute in the moonlight, it had stood for a hundred years. Yet it waited just for her. Shadows passed across the moon, a cool breeze ruffled the leaves around it. Yet still it waited for her. Ancient tombs glowed in shimmery moonlight,row upon row of cold silent witnesses.

Do not think of this as the end. Think of this as the beginning of eternity together . I have always loved you, I will always love you. Heaven will not stand between us and Hell hath no fury that can burn bright enough to keep me from you.

She dreamed of autumn. Of chilly autumn winds and soft fall rains. She could even feel the cool moisture as the rain drops touched her face and ran down her cheeks.

Her words echoed in his mind. I love you, she__ said. She loved him. Hope dawned in his face. Someone loved him, not for what he once was, but loved him as he was now. He bent to kiss her but she raised her head to look with desperation into his eyes. She had to make him understand why she couldn__ stay. __ love you._ She repeated. __ won__ let him hurt you or any of my new friends._ Enrico had never known fear. He knew it now. She would leave him. He knew she would, her sense of loyalty was matched only by his own. If she thought she could protect him by leaving, she would run rather than put his or anyone else__ life in danger. She loved him. The words made his heart sing and at the same time brought him the greatest despair he had known since Katrina had betrayed him.

He was built like a mountain. Tall, dark haired ,silver eyed , muscular and rugged. Nathaniel Hawkins was a man that most men wouldn__ want to tangle with and most women fantasized about.

Rose looked down to the sheet of paper, saw a number and where to sign. Butch was holding out a pen for her to take. When she reached for the pen her fingers grazed lightly against his. She felt it. She saw it. The tiniest arc of electricity. It was as if flint and steel met, just waiting for the right moment to spark the dry tinder into a burning inferno.

I do not fear the darkness. It fears me.