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eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
eBook Description: Storme Espenshade is trapped by her life until an ancient magic and a shocking journey to another world break her out of it. Rashmondé is under attack by an evil wizard, and Storme joins Arkolas, son of Rashmondé's current leader, in a quest to stop him. A world in peril is not the only thing Storme finds on her journey, however. Arkolas awakens in her a passion so deep, so vital, that leaving him is the most difficult thing she will ever do.

eBook Publisher: Echelon Press, Published: 2004, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2005

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [103 KB] , ePub (EPUB) [110 KB] , Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [74 KB] , Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [523 KB] , Palm Doc (PDB) [82 KB] , Microsoft Reader (LIT) [98 KB] , Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [139 KB] , hiebook (KML) [235 KB] , Sony Reader (LRF) [131 KB] , iSilo (PDB) [68 KB] , Mobipocket (PRC) [85 KB] , Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [116 KB] , OEBFF Format (IMP) [111 KB]
Words: 25618
Reading time: 73-102 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1590803728

"Storme, Cal wants to know if you can cover for him tonight."

Storme Espenshade looked up from the patient chart on her desk and bit back a retort. Her colleague had recently become a single father, and his kids' schedules interfered with the office's established evening hours. The youngest, newest, and least encumbered pediatrician on staff, Storme had become everyone's on-call reserve.

She sighed. "Sure. No problem."

Ella, the desk manager, shook her head, folded her arms, and leaned against the doorjamb. "It's a problem. You're exhausted. This is what, your fourth late night this week?"

Fifth, but who was counting? "It doesn't matter, Ella. I have no reason to go home." Boy, did she sound sorry for herself! She adjusted the loosened clip in her hair and smiled. "Tell Cal I've got it. And you have a good weekend."

Ella didn't answer, only stood watching Storme pensively. "Storme, this isn't fair."

An emotion long denied began to well in Storme's chest. Mindful of its power, she swallowed to force it back down and held up a hand to forestall Ella's protests.

"Life isn't fair, and Cal's kids need to come first."

"That's not what I mean. You're so alone!"

Tears pricked her eyelids. Horrified, she stood and snapped the file closed. "I'm not alone. I have plenty of friends."

"But--"

Storme shook her head and the hair clip lost its battle. Dark blond curls cascaded over her shoulders. She dropped the chart onto the desk to pull her hair back up, her movements jerky from her distress. "Ella, please just tell the patient in exam one I'm on my way. Please."

Ella started to speak, closed her mouth, and left, a stomp in her step. Storme took a deep breath and held it, her eyes squeezed shut. A voice chanted in her head, repeating all the reasons her life was less than complete. She'd left her family and friends in Oregon almost a year ago. The friend from medical school who'd invited her to New York left the practice a month later to serve in a relief organization in South America. Saddled with the unofficial title of "entryway rug," Storme worked eighty hours a week with no time to develop outside friendships.

It didn't matter. She stiffened her spine and picked up the file again. She couldn't change things, not yet. Someday.

"Hey, Storme!" The senior partner peeked around the doorjamb. "Nancy needs something donated for her school's bake sale. They're raising money for some kid with cancer. Can you whip up some cookies or something for tomorrow morning?" He aimed a forefinger at her and cocked his thumb, clicking at her like she was a horse. "Thanks." Then, he disappeared.

Someday seemed very far away.