TheKingsLady (21 page)

“None of what happened is your fault, you must believe this, Arthur. I
had
to cross over the moment Vance evoked the spell.”

A frown formed on her perfect features, causing a small crease to appear between her golden red brows. She cast a quick glance at the goddess standing just a few feet in front of them, then pinned him with a look that brooked no argument. “I needed to stop Morgan from crossing, but when you killed Vance you gave me the chance to fight for the right to come back. So in a way you
did
save me. Don’t you dare tarnish this victory with feelings that have no place between us. We have the chance to get it right this time around.”

To his delight, she drew him closer and kissed him. True it was a small kiss, but within it held the promise of passion and love to last lifetimes. “I promise to give you all of me, heart, body and soul for all time. You will never feel alone again, this I promise.”

She grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Good, fair warning I will not be ignored a second time, and I can be a very demanding bitch when needed. I want to be your partner in life, not just a pretty addition to hang on your arm. And like any good partnership, any decisions to be made need to be done together. Do we have a deal?”

He couldn’t help grinning like an idiot and didn’t care who saw it. “Deal. Now only one thing remains.”

Her eyebrows arched high on her forehead. “And what would that be?”

“Well our marriage for one. If you will have me.”

“If…wow, you know just how to woo a gal, don’t you?”

“I’ve only begun to woo,” he pledged.

“Yes,
yes
!” She laughed, holding him tight. “I love you so very much.”

“Everything that I am, you hold in your hands, my Gwen, now and forever.”

About the Author

Coming from a family of artists, I guess being creative was bound to rub off on me. I spent my childhood with my nose buried in a book or drawing. The dreamer of the family—which wasn’t considered a good thing—I spent a lot of my time in my head, building stories to go with my illustrations. Soon those illustrations became less and less as the writing took over. I use my oil painting like most writers use music. I paint to plot my next story or work through a difficult scene. I love what I do and feel blessed every day I can sit down and lose myself in the worlds I create and the characters that come to life within my pages.

Many still don’t know me, but I’m working to change that. I’m the president of my local RWA chapter and I guess, even as an adult, I never lost that
dreamer
tendency, and it just goes to show with hard work and tenacity dreams do come true.