Enchanted Hearts by Belinda Boring
How do you choose between mere moments and a lifetime?
Aithne was raised on fairytales, spending hours daydreaming about meeting one of the elusive Fae. Little did she know, hidden in the shadows, a Fae Prince stood watching. All it took was one glance and Hadrian became enchanted, unable to stay away. Revealing his presence, Aithne’s life was forever changed as her childhood fantasies of magic became a reality.
With each encounter, Aithne fell deeper in love and even though she knew Hadrian couldn’t offer her the future she craved, it was enough. That was until William, the local blacksmith’s son and friend, stepped forward. Wearing his own heart on his sleeve, and eager to claim Aithne as his wife, there was nothing William wouldn’t do for the girl he loved. Even if it meant risking it all at the Midsummer Night’s festival.
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“Have you thought of me since yesterday?” Hadrian bent forward and placed a feathered kiss over my pulse. His mouth brushed over it, his breath warm, and it caused my skin to tingle. He reclined, and smiled as the blade of grass started its teasing again. “Judging from the way your heart is racing, yes.” He looked at me, and his eyes smoldered as he whispered. “Aithne, you have been the sole focus of mine—I am bewitched.”
“But I don’t have any magic,” I uttered, my mind split between watching his lips move and the pleasure he was creating with his touch.
“Oh, but you do.”
His words roused something within me. I must have worn a look of confusion because he tossed the blade aside and took ahold of my hand with his own.
“Everything about you entices me—a lure I am helpless to resist. Your very being was designed to intoxicate. The moment I first beheld you, I was instantly transfixed. Your hair . . .” He lifted a lock and brought it to his nose, a slight inhalation caused him to sigh. “. . . the color of the midnight sky. It falls and frames your beauty perfectly. There were many times I watched you from afar and wished I could run my fingers through it just once—one time to see if each strand was as silky as I imagined. I dreamed of holding you close— the sweet fragrance of your hair teasing me as it fanned out across my chest.”
Sweeping my tresses to the side so they rested over my shoulder, his finger lightly traced the slender length of my neck.
“Your skin, so clear and fair, holds a glow, and I would conjure up the different ways I would touch it should we ever meet. The pinkness of life is so alluring, but not as much as the crimson blush that spreads on your cheeks each time you feel an intensity of emotion.” I could feel the heat rising, and I bowed my head only to have him tilt it back. “Never hide how you feel, Aithne. It is incredibly appealing to someone who yearns for such truthfulness.”
I was absorbed with him, and I searched his features to see whether he was in earnest. I’d never had anyone speak with me in such an intimate nature, and I found it daunting. Hadrian—one of Tuatha de Daanan—found me beautiful, an idea so incomprehensible. He was one of the Fair Folk. Legends far and wide spoke of their infamous charm and beauty. His words were difficult to believe.
His thumb brushed along my bottom lip and pulled me from my thoughts.
“There is a reddish berry where I’m from whose sweetness and fullness speak of its worth. After a small sampling, I soon declared it was the best I’d ever tasted by far—that is until I met you. I promise one kiss from you will bring shame to the fruit. It would be an experience to savor and cherish. I believe I would become gluttonous—one never being enough to fully satisfy.”
He chuckled softly, his focus intent on my mouth as I quickly moistened my lips.
“If this was all that was magical about you, it dims in comparison to your eyes. Worlds could get lost in them—civilizations. You express so much of who you are through them that I could sit for hours, days, years, and still not know all there is to learn. Surprisingly, they are the perfect shade of green.”
“You definitely have a gift for words, Hadrian,” I murmured, finally able to draw my attention away from his. “Your flattery almost has me believe you.”
Being under such praiseworthy scrutiny, I began to squirm. I did not know where the conversation was leading. I’d heard stories all through my childhood about being wary of the charming Fae, but it hadn’t prepared me for this.
“Why wouldn’t you? I speak only the truth. You claim to hold no magic, and I have merely proven that you do. If you require further proof, give me your hand.”
I settled it in his, and Hadrian turned it upward so my palm faced the sky and placed a light kiss there. Next he held it over his chest, and—keeping it still—I was able to feel the beating of his heart. It intrigued me in its similarity, and I watched in fascination. I soon became aware of a new motion—a slight tremor.
“Do you feel it? Can you not see the effect you have on me? Never in my years have I ever trembled before another. Never have I experienced such anticipation. Mark my word, Aithne, you are powerful beyond measure.”
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Author Bio:
A homesick Aussie living amongst the cactus and mountains of Arizona, Belinda Boring is a self proclaimed addict of romance and all things swoon worthy. When she’s not devouring her latest read, you can find her celebrating her passion for book on her blog The Bookish Snob.
With all that excitement, it wasn’t long before she began writing, pouring her imagination and creativity into the stories she dreams. Whether urban fantasy, paranormal romance or romance in general, Belinda strives to share great plots with heart and characters that you can’t help but connect with. Of course, she wouldn’t be Belinda without adding heroes she hopes will curl your toes.
Surrounded by a supportive cast of family, friends and the man she gives her heart and soul to, Belinda is living the good life. Happy reading!
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