Blurb:
Chad is in love, but the world isn’t right – not when you’re
forbidden to have the one you desire just because she’s your slave. His
vitality host, Dae, has held his heart since they were both children. He must
find a way to set her free if he’s ever to know if she wants him too, and that
means finding a way to live without her aid. Chad believes the answer lies in
the World of the Sun where they originated, not the world of his cavernous
home. Fate will guide him, he knows it.
When Salana, Daughter of the Sun Nation, meets Chad, she’s
faced with the unbelievable; a man who must take energy from a host to survive.
But he’s not the only one. The entire Tsosey Nation is plagued with this
unusual need. The strong yet meek Chamber people submitted to serve them
through the centuries. Can Salana help this young man whose dreams of freedom
could change the course of both nations? And can she do it without falling for
him and turning her back on the marriage arranged by her parents?
Charlene A. Wilson is an author of tales that take you to
other dimensions. She weaves magic, lasting love, and intrigue to immerse you
into the lives of her characters.
She began writing in her early teens when her vivid dreams
stayed with her long after she had them. The characters and worlds were so
amazing she brought them to life through her books.
Charlene resides in a small community in Arkansas, USA, with
her two beautiful daughters, husband, a cuddly Pekingese, and a very chatty
cockatiel named Todder.
Excerpt:
Chapter One
Black clouds morphed across the sky, and Salana pressed her
forehead against the third-floor sunroom window. Her hair framed the sides of
her face, blocking the view of her indoor garden.
Another storm.
She blinked at the distant trees. Silhouetted by the glow of
the city, branches swung as if throwing punches at the wind in a wild frenzy.
And another reason for Mother and Father not to show.
Her breath misted the glass as her whisper fell from her
lips. “Then again, when do they ever show?” Flight delays, meetings,
vacations…One thing I can count on is their absence.
A thick bolt of lightning pierced the heavens and cut the
black sky in half. She blinked several times to disperse the bright image and
looked three stories below to the dark grounds. Rain pounded the backyard
terrace like silver streams as they reflected the light from the glass sliding
doors of the morning room. She could hardly make out the ivory lounges and
tables that pocked the area.
Thunder clashed, and the arboretum quaked around her. Placing
her finger at the center of the misted glass, she traced a straight line
downward until her hand fell to her side. With a sigh, she turned her back on
the scene and scanned her garden nook.
Black iron trellises stretched around her favorite trio of
garden chairs and hourglass stands. The cozy loveseat seemed to invite her to
curl up in its overstuffed lap to pout.
She strolled to the flowers and stroked a yellow bud. “But
you’ve always been here, haven’t you?” Plucking the perfect bloom, she sighed
and then tucked it behind her ear.
Tip-taps sounded from beyond the nook, and her nanny’s blue
quarter-moon eyes peeked around the trellis. Her singsong voice danced off the
tip of her tongue. “There you are, Ducky.”
Despite Salana’s gloom, the sweet words warmed her heart. An
involuntary twitch tugged the corner of her mouth into a lopsided grin. No
matter they never show. Nina’s always here. Always. “There I am.”
“I knew I’d find you
among the flowers.” Nina’s hair brushed the shoulder of her paisley-print
blouse as she dipped her head to the side. “You know you shouldn’t be up here
in such a storm. The news circuits say it’s taking down trees all along the
coast. Sun City’s going to get a good pounding.”
Her melodic tone played alongside the heavy rhythm of rain on
the solarium roof. “The weather this summer has been so odd. I must say, I
don’t think I’ve ever seen so many storms since the flood when you were a
little girl.” She sighed. “Needless to say, your mother and father’s flight was
canceled. They decided to just stay in North Arba and leave for Crescent
Steeple from there. Those caves make for good protection against weather like
this. Always wondered what people saw in living beneath the rock, but there you
have it. One good reason, anyway.”
“From what I understand, there are a lot more down there than
those who live in that bordering city.”
“An odd lot, those deep dwellers, even more odd than the
Arbans. But the Arbans did negotiate a treaty of sorts with the Terracians,
so...” Nina blinked and upped her fair brows as her voice trailed from the
topic. “Well, at any count, you’ll have to stand in for them at the embassy’s
quatercentenary celebration this weekend.”
Salana nodded. Nothing new.
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