The cover design is not progressing as well as I had hoped, but that is entirely my own fault - not the designer's. I have been spending time on the final editing though, and here is a sneak preview of a part of the opening scene in Chapter 1.
Slowly she opened her eyes, and again the shock was almost too much. She must have imagined it. Probably too much stress. This time however, she managed not to faint.
“Hey,” the ghost of her past said softly.
She tried to sit up, but her arms and legs felt too weak to do as her brain commanded. She gave up and laid back down.
“Randall Storm?” she asked in a shaking voice.
“Hello, Elizabeth,” he said in that husky voice she used to love so much.
Elizabeth looked up at the man quietly watching her. Physically he was bigger than she remembered, his shoulders broad and the light jacket he wore could not hide the power in his arms and upper body. Quietness and maturity surrounded him, and she sensed a tremendous strength in him. She also sensed something more, but could not identify it. His blue eyes were his most potent physical asset, and she always felt that he could look into her soul when he looked at her, like now.
She moved to get up from the bed. “Why are you here? And why are we in ... this bedroom?”
“This is your mate's room?” It was decorated in shades of cream and brown, but it looked empty.
Once on her feet, she still felt dizzy. It's been hours since she last ate, no wonder her legs were weak. She stumbled, and he easily lifted her into his arms. Without thinking, she put her arms around his neck for support. They left the bedroom and he took her back to the main room where he gently put her back on the couch where she had been sitting when he arrived.
He sat down on the table in front of her and took her hands in his. The simple gesture filled her with dread.
“I have some bad news."