4 1/2 Hearts! "Ms. Logan has created a new world for us to enjoy, showcasing the people of Danu and Aine. The talents the people of Dana and Aine have are unique and refreshing. Ms. Logan's writing is quick, honest, and will leave you wishing her story was longer and wondering when the next Ainen Chronicle book will be released."
-- Lisa Freeman, The Romance Studio
4 Angels! "Kyla Logan has written a fantastic story that intrigues. She has opened an entirely new world that is peopled with beings that are similar to creatures we know, yet just different enough to make you wonder. Marda, Cayden, and Jordan are a great group that share their love freely and enjoy the time they have together. I was impressed with the way the ménage was explained, and the way that information was exchanged was truly ingenious. I am looking forward to reading the next book in this series."
-- Serena, Fallen Angel Reviews
Marda, High Priestess of Dana, is ordered to Earth to find her mate. Her Goddess will not accept her excuses any longer. Marda's powers have been gradually fading and until she mates with her chosen she will continue to grow weak.
Cayden MacLeod is no ordinary Earth male. He is in fact one of the lost children of the Goddess Aine. His people were stranded on Earth over two thousand years ago. They had to learn to survive the hard way by not venturing out in the daylight… and by taking human blood every few days.
They both knew from the sparks of desire they experienced when their eyes first met that they were destined to be together.
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The sight of the Standing Stones laid out in a horseshoe-shaped arrangement caused her heart to beat rapidly. Where had she seen this particular pattern before? The stones were set in low mounds of dirt, flat sides all facing inward. Very unusual. Something was familiar about this arrangement, but what was it?
Moving closer, Marda was brought to her knees as she entered the circle. Gripping the nearest stone, she was overwhelmed by the pictures flooding her mind.
The crash of the space ship as it ploughed its way through the earth, the opening of the doors, and the horrible death of the first few people who exited the ship.
Marda wept as she recognised the ship as belonging to the people of Aine. At last she knew the fate of the ship lost so long ago.
She watched the figures catch fire as they stepped out into the heat of the mid-day sun.
Marda remembered that this system was heated by a gamma sun, not the more gentle type that the Aine people were used to. She watched as the door to the ship was shut. The remaining adults must have realised they could do nothing to help their colleagues. It was like a movie, just going so fast she could only take in so many images at once.
Night arrived before her eyes and she watched the careful exit of one of the adults and the relief on his face as he realised he would survive the experience. Then the children exited one by one, pale and strained faces turned away from the mound of ash that was all that remained of their tutors.
Fast forward and the children grew before her eyes, but the strained looks never varied. Then came the arrival of a few of what could only be natives to the land. Marda watched as the Aine sank their sharp incisors into the necks of the men and carefully took some of their life-giving blood.
Again time moved quickly and the children were now teenagers, still pale but no longer strained. They and their tutors surrounded the ship and appeared to be holding some sort of ceremony.
Before she could watch any more, she heard a pop as someone teleported near her. Marda broke away from the stone she was leaning against and stood to face the recent arrival.
She felt her breath catch in her throat as she looked at an Aine warrior in the prime of his life. He had to be at least six foot six inches tall, with a broad muscular body. His square, chiselled jaw suited his build and his eyes… oh that deep, dark blue surrounded by thick, dark lashes caused her pussy to weep and her breathing to quicken.
Marda felt the mate-pull toward him. What the fuck was going on? How could her mate be one of Aine's children?
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Cayden's heart accelerated as he looked at his mate. She had been kneeling beside one of the stones they had placed around the buried ship, but she stood as he appeared beside her.
She had to be just a few inches over five feet, with a slim build that made him long to protect her. Her oval face was the canvas for high cheekbones and lovely grey-green eyes that slanted up at the corners. And those pouty lips… he couldn't wait until he could feel them against his own.
Cayden sniffed the air; the scent of her arousal hit him. His cock had risen on sighting her, but now he felt a surge of pre-come emerge as he looked at his mate. For once in his life he didn't know what to say.
He watched her come closer, saw the hand she raised toward his face, then felt the warm touch of it on his cheek. Closing his eyes, he savoured the first touch of his mate and felt the tension of centuries draining slowly away.