On the surface she’s a cute and feisty blonde, a slender pocket rocket fitness coach. But Cassiopeia Lake has a secret; she’s really a force of nature – an elemental.
Water sprite, Cassie, has lived undisturbed in her native Scottish loch for eons. Now, one encounter too many with modern plumbing has driven her to live in human guise along with her selkie boyfriend, Euan. It’s all going fine – until a nerdy magician captures Cassie to be an unwilling component in his crazy dangerous experiment.
Escape is only Cassie’s first challenge.
She’s smitten by her fellow prisoner, the scorching hot fire elemental, Gloria. But how do you love someone you can never touch?
And what do you do when your boyfriend starts to hero-worship your persecutor? Not to mention that tricky situation of being the prize in a power contest between two rival covens of witches.
So when Gloria’s temper erupts and she sets out to murder the magician, can Cassie keep her loved ones safe from the cross-fire, or will she be sucked into the maelstrom of deadly desires and sink without trace?
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Strawberries and chocolate.
I knew one day my love of sweet things would get me into trouble. The tasty twin aromas wafted up my nasal passages and hooked me like a fish gulping an angler’s bait. And then he reeled me in.
At the time I had no clue that a dark practitioner lurked amongst the eclectic members of the coven; a magician with powers I was unable to resist.
When you’re a force of Nature, it doesn’t happen often.
Images of a chocolate fountain with strawberries for dipping filled my mind and I gravitated towards the delightful fragrance, barely registering that I moved alone. I stepped out of the house into the crisp, fresh air of the Scottish Highlands. And stopped, confused. Where was the marvellous confection I had been tracking?
Darkness moved behind me, touched me. Ice shot through my veins and clutched my heart with spiky claws. My body screamed run, but my frozen form was helpless to comply. The solid scaffold of my frosted circulation held me in place as my flesh began to liquefy. A scream bubbled up my throat but drowned before liberation.
For me, becoming fluid is quite natural. I’m a sprite—a water elemental—and liquid is my natural form. But usually I have some say over when it happens.
Helpless, I was channelled into a container on the ground.
As abruptly as it had formed, my icy framework melted and the remainder of my human form disintegrated. The smart little black number I’d been wearing slithered to the ground, pooling like so much oil over my prized Christian Louboutins. I found myself staring through thick glass at a pair of hands that scooped my clothing off the floor and dumped it over my container, putting out the lights.