TITLE: Faerie Fate
GENRE: Paranormal Romance
Holly Shea doesn’t believe in magic or destiny, but after she’s saved from a pair of brutal attacks by a man who has the ability to turn into a fae warrior, she’s plunged into an un-fairy tale world where
warring factions all want her dead.
After centuries, Shadow has given up on finding his soul mate, but when Fate marks Holly as his he’s determined to protect her and make her his own, even if it means making a dangerous deal with Fate in order to thwart ancient prophecy and save the woman he’s destined to love.
Holly Shea stood outside room 532 in the corridor of the hospital oncology ward, muttering to herself.
“Why the hell am I even here?”
On a practical level, she knew exactly why: On the other side of the door lay the grandmother she’d never met, in the last losing days of her battle with lung cancer, and she was here to meet her. It was on a philosophical level she was still unsure.
The door stood ajar, so she took a deep breath and blew it out, resigning herself to face whatever lay on the other side, then leaned into the door, swinging it inward on its hinges. She ducked inside and found an old woman sleeping peacefully in the bed. Sunshine fell bright on the floor and warmed the room, making it a degree less sterile than the white walls and linoleum of the hallway. The woman wore her own robe and instead of a thin hospital blanket, a homemade afghan covered her legs. Springy gray curls framed her face giving her an angelic appearance.
“Maeve?” Holly asked, her voice just above a whisper. She held her breath waiting for an answer but the old woman snored softly, her face serene.
“So, now what?” Exasperated, her shoulders slumped and her anticipation fizzling as her muscles relaxed. She’d come all the way to Portland to make this visit, taking time she couldn’t afford away from her job, only to find her grandmother napping.