Stay Home, Get Whisked Away to Another World
If you can’t make it to a convention for romance lovers, you might feel left out — but you shouldn’t. Staying home can offer just as much romance, adventure, and fantasy as the best convention; plus, you can convene with your fellow romance fans online, via your favorite social network, to discuss the new worlds you’ve discovered. I love to curl up with a good fantasy or paranormal romance and let the author whisk me away into another world. How about you?
This is one of the main reasons I love writing those kinds of stories. Of course, even the most grounded contemporary romance can transport us to an alternate reality where an American girl who’s down on her luck can get steamy with a hot Scot, as in Dangerous in a Kilt. But my paranormal romances offer me the chance to create an entirely new version of reality, with a solid foundation in everyday reality. I relish the opportunity to take the normal old world and spice it up with magic, strange creatures, and of course, sizzling romance.
In my latest bestseller, The Mortal Falls, I built a world I’ve come to love and hope you will love too. If you crave escapism, this story is just the ticket to spirit you away from the mundane. So stay home, cuddle up in your PJs, and dive into the Unseen realm.
A pragmatic human thrown into a world of magic…
Lindsey Porter fled from her traumatic past, determined to lay low, but now someone has framed her for murder. The quest for answers leads her into a parallel realm where magic reigns, and with a hostile sheriff and a shapeshifting assassin on her trail, she must place her life in the hands of a seductive, supernatural man who tempts her like no one else.
An immortal sylph enslaved by magic…
Nevan is trapped by a desperate bargain struck a century earlier, yet the beautiful, spirited Lindsey has enticed him to abandon his magically enforced duty. As forbidden passion flares between them, they’ll risk everything to uncover the truth and find what they both need the most — redemption.
When two worlds collide…
The fates of the elemental and mortal realms depend on the star-crossed lovers. As dark secrets from their pasts threaten to shatter the fragile trust between Lindsey and Nevan, a shocking revelation holds the power to deliver salvation or destruction.
The Mortal Falls is the award-winning, bestselling first book in the Undercover Elementals series.
Learn more at AnnaDurand.com/the-mortal-falls.
The man watched me, his brows furrowed.
Not a man. A murder suspect. I scuffled away from him, drawing out a distance of several yards. My gaze flicked to the gun, but I couldn’t retrieve it without approaching him. “Why did you run away?”
“So you would follow.”
His Irish brogue tickled my senses like a feather grazing my skin. I gave myself a mental shake, but the sensation lingered. “Excuse me?”
My suspect sighed, as if I were the dumbest human on the planet. Maybe I was. Right at this moment, I wouldn’t have bet money on my intelligence. Still, I had my pride.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Why did you run?”
The man hooked a thumb over his shoulder, toward the trail. “To draw you away from the body. It seemed to upset you.”
When I leaned to the left, I glimpsed the trail but not the dead man. The stranger blocked my view, which made me wonder if he’d positioned himself there on purpose. Him. The strange man who’d leaped into the falls only to pop up behind me a split second later. Impossible.
He glided one step closer, into a shaft of sunshine that painted his face in hues of gold. The shadow from his elegant nose kissed the corner of his mouth. The sun’s rays ignited his amber eyes, gracing them with a vividness beyond the normal. I roved my gaze up and down his golden body, soaking in the alien beauty of him. He wasn’t actually naked. A tan loincloth clung to his flesh, but since the scrap of fabric covered his buttocks and groin and not much else, the impression of nudity wasn’t entirely unfounded. The loincloth’s color blended into his complexion. The way it hugged his body accentuated his male physique, the way it clung to his lean hips and the upper swathe of his powerful, tanned thighs.
My gaze fell across a long scar on his chiseled torso, right over his heart. I wrestled against the bizarre urge to lunge toward him and run my hands over that glorious chest. Heat swept through me, the suddenness of it shortening my breaths.
Get a grip. I was suffering from shock. Nothing else explained this. I should not be ogling a murder suspect twenty feet away from the victim’s corpse. I wasn’t like this, not ever, especially not since—I severed the memory before it swallowed me whole. Nothing supernatural was going on here. I had a half-naked murder suspect to question. Once I knew the answers, I’d subdue this guy—somehow—and call the cops. Only then might the sheriff believe me.
Okay. Time to grill the suspect.
Straightening, I lifted my chin. “Did you kill that man?”