Tempest
Copyright © June 2012 Dahlia Rose
Cover Art by Mina Carter
ISBN 978-1-936668-76-2
All rights are reserved. No part of this may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
Chapter One
Outside, t he wind howled and whipped the tr ees around frantically deep in the Louisi ana bayou , but in her little house , the air was humid and stuffy . Tempest Bo liene lived alone and at the farthest end of the swamp. This was f or two specific reasons ; one , becaus e she wanted her privacy , and two , because the people in Co r mina Parish viewed her as something of a witch. She didn’t mind it much ; it was a cross her family bore. Her mother had the sight and her grandmother as well. In Louisiana , when you had a gift , it could be viewed in many different ways. When she predicted three deaths in a row that came true and the residents found out about her predictions, they deemed her a witch . A nd right now , as the wind buffeted her little house that sat so close to the banks of the swamp that it was practically her backyard , s he was steeped in a vision that was unlike any that she ’d had before. It was her future, her destiny. It was mystifying, thrilling and downright scary . In this vision she was mated to the two men who lived in the Marigold Plantation house. Two men who kept to the mselves just as much as she did and , not surprisingly, the y were much more than just men.
In her mind’s eye , she saw them.
Al ex Wakefield had pitch black hair and green eyes that held hints of yellow flecks in the irises. He wore his hair long in dark waves and he was tall . He was w ide across the shoulder s and lean at the hips. He had a few days worth of stubble and he was shirtless. He turned suddenly as if he could see her watching him , and then t here was a flash of lightning and his face changed to that of a wolf.
Dominic Cross was a few inches shorter than Alex but not by much . He had s andy brown hair cut low in military style. In fact , the word around town was that he was in the army before being discharged four years ago. And i t was four years ago that they came into town and bought the Marigold plantation and began fixing it up.
Now , through wide , unseeing eyes , she , Tempest , could see his face . He wore a crooked grin a cross his rugged face and strong jaw ; his eyes were gray and held laughter. He was a lighter soul tha n his counterpart , but both men were dangerous. Dominic as a wolf was silver —like his eyes— and beautiful . Alex was black as midnight.
S he saw them shift in her vision and run towards a low hanging moon. She longed to follow them and the word mate echoed through her head.
The vision released her from its grasp and she fell back against the sheets damp with her sweat. Was it possible? She asked herself the question as she slipped from the bed and made her way to the bathroom . Go! The words ricocheted through her head and the pain of it made her drop to her knees in the bathroom. She braced herself against the sink and pulled herself up. This was d efinitely not like her usual visions ; she had never had v oices yelling at her or felt a power so fierce it pulled her to the floor.
Thunder cracked outside a nd the wind howled louder . It almost sounded as if even the elements were chanting her name , urging her outside into the hellish weather. Instinct and an almost wild sensation course d through her and , without thought, she pulled her beat up sneakers from under the bed. Nothing would keep her dry in this weather , but she could hardly care. S he pushed her way out into the stormy night and moved across the rain - soaked earth towards her destiny at Marigold Plantation. Lord Jesus , protect me, she thought as branches tore at her thin shirt. She hadn’t change d from the cotton
Copyright © June 2012 Dahlia Rose
Cover Art by Mina Carter
ISBN 978-1-936668-76-2
All rights are reserved. No part of this may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
Chapter One
Outside, t he wind howled and whipped the tr ees around frantically deep in the Louisi ana bayou , but in her little house , the air was humid and stuffy . Tempest Bo liene lived alone and at the farthest end of the swamp. This was f or two specific reasons ; one , becaus e she wanted her privacy , and two , because the people in Co r mina Parish viewed her as something of a witch. She didn’t mind it much ; it was a cross her family bore. Her mother had the sight and her grandmother as well. In Louisiana , when you had a gift , it could be viewed in many different ways. When she predicted three deaths in a row that came true and the residents found out about her predictions, they deemed her a witch . A nd right now , as the wind buffeted her little house that sat so close to the banks of the swamp that it was practically her backyard , s he was steeped in a vision that was unlike any that she ’d had before. It was her future, her destiny. It was mystifying, thrilling and downright scary . In this vision she was mated to the two men who lived in the Marigold Plantation house. Two men who kept to the mselves just as much as she did and , not surprisingly, the y were much more than just men.
In her mind’s eye , she saw them.
Al ex Wakefield had pitch black hair and green eyes that held hints of yellow flecks in the irises. He wore his hair long in dark waves and he was tall . He was w ide across the shoulder s and lean at the hips. He had a few days worth of stubble and he was shirtless. He turned suddenly as if he could see her watching him , and then t here was a flash of lightning and his face changed to that of a wolf.
Dominic Cross was a few inches shorter than Alex but not by much . He had s andy brown hair cut low in military style. In fact , the word around town was that he was in the army before being discharged four years ago. And i t was four years ago that they came into town and bought the Marigold plantation and began fixing it up.
Now , through wide , unseeing eyes , she , Tempest , could see his face . He wore a crooked grin a cross his rugged face and strong jaw ; his eyes were gray and held laughter. He was a lighter soul tha n his counterpart , but both men were dangerous. Dominic as a wolf was silver —like his eyes— and beautiful . Alex was black as midnight.
S he saw them shift in her vision and run towards a low hanging moon. She longed to follow them and the word mate echoed through her head.
The vision released her from its grasp and she fell back against the sheets damp with her sweat. Was it possible? She asked herself the question as she slipped from the bed and made her way to the bathroom . Go! The words ricocheted through her head and the pain of it made her drop to her knees in the bathroom. She braced herself against the sink and pulled herself up. This was d efinitely not like her usual visions ; she had never had v oices yelling at her or felt a power so fierce it pulled her to the floor.
Thunder cracked outside a nd the wind howled louder . It almost sounded as if even the elements were chanting her name , urging her outside into the hellish weather. Instinct and an almost wild sensation course d through her and , without thought, she pulled her beat up sneakers from under the bed. Nothing would keep her dry in this weather , but she could hardly care. S he pushed her way out into the stormy night and moved across the rain - soaked earth towards her destiny at Marigold Plantation. Lord Jesus , protect me, she thought as branches tore at her thin shirt. She hadn’t change d from the cotton
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