With: Brenda Drake
Fate changer Daisy Layne is nervous about searching Europe for a firstborn son doomed to die on his eighteenth birthday. But she’s the only one who can save him. No pressure or anything. She needs the help of guide Andrei Vasile, who she’s been talking to online for two years. Still, meeting him in person…that’s a whole different story.
Andrei is determined to keep Daisy safe, even if touching her could kill him. At least, that’s what his family has told him about fate changers like Daisy. She’s strong and beautiful, and it’s his job to keep her alive. Unfortunately, what she doesn’t know could kill her.
Save a life. End a curse. And never, ever get too close…
The Fated series is best enjoyed in order.
Book #1 – Touching Fate
Book #2 – Cursing Fate
Book #3 – Seeking Fate
“Look,” she said, pointing out a fountain that resembled a tall, silver hydrant. Water ran from the attached faucet into a hole in the ground below it. “Do they just let it run like that all the time?”
“Yeah,” he said. “They call it a nasoni. Meaning ‘big noses,’ because the faucets are arched and long like one.”
She stood over the fountain trying to figure out what to do. “Do you just get on your knees and put your mouth under it?”
He was actually contemplating letting her try that. Instead, he plugged the spout with his finger causing water to come out of a hole on top and spray into the air. He covered the spray with his mouth and drank.
“That’s clever.” Holding her ponytail to one side, she took a long drink. Water glistened on her puckered lips. The sun lit up the fiery highlights in her hair. He wanted to slow down that moment as they do in movies. Savor it. She was beautiful, water misting her face and giggling whenever her finger would move from the spout and water would shoot up, almost hitting her.
When she finished drinking, they took turns filling their empty water bottles.
“So how far until we reach the bus?” she asked. “I thought you said it was few blocks away.”
He consulted his map again. “We went down the wrong street.”
She spun around surveying the street. “How did that happen?”
“The streets all look the same to me.”
“Maybe we should ask for directions,” she said. “Or try GPS?”
“I did ask for directions,” he said, pointing at his phone’s screen.
“Oh. Then maybe a real person.”
“We probably wouldn’t understand them.” Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Andrei headed up the street. “It’s this way.”
“So, are you that type?” Daisy said as she dragged her feet.
“The kind that doesn’t ask for directions.” She smiled as if she’d come up with the perfect joke. Which made her adorable.
“Are you that type?” Now he was smiling.
She gave him a confused look. “What type?”
“The kind who uses the ‘men won’t ask for directions’ cliché.”
“Prove it. Put your money where your mouth is.” He nodded at a man approaching them with a newspaper under his arm. “Go ahead and ask him.”
The man had a scowl on his face. His steps were quick and sharp.
“Um, maybe not him,” she said.
“You scared of him?”
He chuckled. “Guess I win then?”
“We were betting?” She walked single file behind him, so the man could pass. “You didn’t say anything about a bet.”
He stopped and turned to face her. “It’s an easy wager. A kiss.”
She took a step back. “There was no wager. You have to say what the bet is before the thing you’re betting on happens. No bet.”
This time, he took a step forward. “I thought it was implied.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
Another step closer. “So, you’re the type that doesn’t pay her debts.”
“I do, too.”
“Then you’re afraid.”
“I am not.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“Then I’m going to collect my winnings.”
Before she could back up again, he took another step and cupped her face in his hands. She started to say something, but he stopped her with his lips on hers. He kissed her for a good long moment, savoring her soft mouth. Enjoying her response in the way she kissed him back and the way her body leaned into his. He released her and looked into her eyes.
“Best bet ever,” he said.
Her smile lit up her face. “There was no bet.”
“What do you say we get out of this hot sun?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, taking her hand in his and leading her down the street. Their hands knitted perfectly together. He’d follow her wherever she went. Whenever she was near, his heartbeat was out of control. His mind wasn’t his own.
There wasn’t anything holding him back. This was it for him. She was it. He wanted to get to know her more. To learn the physical part of her as he had learned the intellectual.
She’s the one who wanted to be a florist. The one who spent her weekends volunteering for needy causes. The one who would risk her life to help others. He knew that one.
But it was no longer enough for him.
There was a side that girls only showed their lovers. He wanted to know that one.