In a beautiful valley in the Rocky Mountains, Nessa finds her wondering about a mysterious stranger who saved her after a nearly disastrous car accident. The mystery that surrounds Daniel is quickly replaced by the increasing addiction Nessa feels for him.
Will she find that love that transcends all love or will tragedy keep them apart?
Nessa’s body melted as his deep and lusty French accent washed over her, penetrating her deepest fantasies. “My name is…”
“Vanessa.I know.” He answered.
He stepped forward, pulling a gloved hand out from within his coat. “My name’s Daniel.”
Nessa assumed since the town on the edge of the valley had a small gathering, her presence had been known within a few hours of her arrival. She looked down at his extended hand and contemplated taking it. When they touched, it was be final. Her whispering dreams of him would become real. All her fleeting thoughts of him would be physical.
Her drive to be captivated by him drove her tiny hand into his. A chill traveled her arm as she realized how cold his hand was even through the leather glove. Her hospitality and caring nature won out over everything else she was feeling.
“Come to the house. Sit by the fire and warm up. I’m sure Richard and Sylvia would like to thank you also.” Secretly, she wanted to keep him close to her.
“I’m sorry, but I must decline.” His voice held a layer of regret. “I’m not comfortable around people. I’ve been alone for a long time.”
Nessa bowed her head, hiding her disappointment. “Maybe we could just sit and talk for a bit then.”
Daniel’s hand came to rest on her cheek. His thumb under her chin, pulled her face up till his beautiful eyes met hers again. “As much as I would love to…” He looked towards the horizon, the sun barely visible as it set, “I must leave.”
The pang of disappointment stabbed Nessa’s heart. She nodded, holding herself together. The profound sadness tore through her. “I understand.”
Daniel leaned in, breathing in her scent. “I missed this.” Nessa’s body reacted involuntarily. She reached up on her toes and brushed her cheek against his clean shaven face. The fragrance of jasmine and lavender imprinted in her mind.
“Missed what?” Nessa asked, already knowing the answer, but relishing in the sound of his deep voice.
“Your smell.” He whispered, leaning his face into hers. “I haven’t smelled the incense of lilacs in far too long.”
The heat of her blush flamed bright against her skin. She needed to see him again. “Daniel…” His name tasted sweet on her lips, “…when can I see you again?”
“Very soon, ma belle.” He breathed into her ear. “For now, remember me in your dreams.”
As a Nova Scotian native now living in British Columbia, Traci has traveled across Canada, fueling her imagination from coast to coast.
Along with two dogs and one cat, Traci’s home is shared with her partner of 16 years. He is her rock and constant support.
Traci loves all genres of writing, but currently is exploring the world of romance.