The winds howled louder, threatening to sweep her off the cliff. Kaelin opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto the figure standing at the edge of the forest. Eryndor. He was watching her, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her skin prickle.
As the storm intensified, Kaelin's thoughts turned to the stranger who had arrived in town a fortnight ago. His name was Eryndor Thorne, a brooding figure with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. She'd felt an inexplicable jolt when their gazes met, as if the very fabric of reality had shifted. Storm’s Bride by Terri Cannon
She was the storm's bride, a title bestowed upon her by the ancient magic that coursed through these rugged lands. Legend had it that the storm's bride would be chosen by the tempests themselves, a woman with a heart as wild and unpredictable as the weather. The winds howled louder, threatening to sweep her