Blood In Fire (Celtic Elementals Book 2) (40 page)

COMING SPRING 2015

Sloane shivered in her sleep as the plane descended through the clouds. She jerked awake, her hand over her mouth to silence the scream that still echoed from her dreams. She looked wildly around, but the plane was quiet. No one else seemed disturbed.

She must have only screamed in the dream, not out loud. Thank god. What an
awful
nightmare.

When she reached for just what had made it so awful though, her mind swirled everything away, like water disappearing down a drain. She was left only with a racing heart, vague images of a storm and a rune-covered rock high on a hill that seemed to be dripping blood…and that awful screaming.

Sloane shuddered once and let out a long breath.

She slowly relaxed back into her seat, lifting the window shade. Dawn was feathering gold gently over the blue-black expanse of sea below them. She could see the island approaching. It always surprised her how much returning here felt like coming home. From the first time since she'd visited over seven years ago, Manx—the Isle of Man— had felt more like home than California, even though she was a Valley girl, born and bred.

This time something was different. This time she was coming to
stay
. Manx
would
be her home for real now.

She’d made the leap and left the States, and LA, for good. No more plastic people, no more earthquakes, no more smog. No more clingy ex-husband. She could finally breathe deep for the first time in her life.

Sloane traced the outline of her favorite place in the world as it grew larger in the blurry plane window. If she didn’t want to, she’d never have to leave again.

Everything was going to be just
perfect.