Romulas’ close friend, King Lars, Italian leader amongst the fae, has ordered him to find a wife. The problem is, none call to him. Until he goes to the Lovers’ Pool late one night and sees a woman bathed in moonlight. In that instant, he knows he’s found her.
Penelope has no idea the man she dreams of, the man of her fantasies, is real. She believes she’s conjured him up to escape her harsh and brutal reality. Romulas makes her blood race, her passions ignite, her skin dampen and her body yearn. The man, more real than she’d ever imagined, is not about to let her return to someone who terrifies her.
Unfortunately, neither may have a choice.
Publisher’s Note: This story was previously published elsewhere.
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