Eternal Love by Karenna Colcroft
erotic paranormal romance
length: long novel (100K+ words)
Cover Art by Mina Carter
For over 900 years, immortal Rhys Trevellian has been in love with the soul of the same woman-- his childhood love Gwen. Unfortunately, Gwen is mortal, and Rhys is unable to keep her with him. When he meets Gwen Davies in a coffee shop in his newest hometown, he immediately recognizes his lost love.
Gwen Davies has had a rough life, most recently having to run from her hometown to a small town in Maine to escape her abusive ex. In Rhys Trevellian, she recognizes something that strikes a chord in her. Although she has no memory of the lifetimes he claims she’s shared with him, she knows he’s her true match.
To remain together forever, Rhys and Gwen must escape those who seek to murder Gwen before Rhys can transmute her to immortality, and those who seek to execute Rhys for crimes he didn’t commit.
Relieved by the change in subject, Gwen replied, “I should have been working. I overslept, and my boss called in someone else. He told me you’d asked for me, though. Why did you want to see me?”
“Because I enjoyed the brief conversation we had and I hoped to continue it,” he replied matter-of-factly.
She blinked in surprise. She didn’t recall saying anything more to him than the basic waitress-to-customer chatter. Maybe she’d made as much of an impression on him as he seemed to have on her. The possibility worried her. She refused to let anyone too close to her again.
“Did I say something wrong?” Rhys asked, sounding concerned.
“No.” Gwen pulled herself together and forced a smile. “Sorry, not at all. I was just thinking. We didn’t say much to each other in the café.”
“No, which is why I’d hoped to continue speaking to you.” He paused. “I apologize. I feel I’m making you uncomfortable, and that isn’t my intent at all. Enjoy the books. Just bring them into the café when you’re finished with them and I’ll collect them there. Of course, you’re also free to keep them if you’d like.”
She couldn’t just let him walk away. His eyes held as much sadness as in her dream, and that touched something inside her. “Wait,” she said quickly. “I am a little uncomfortable. It’s me, not you. I’m not used to having someone pay so much attention to me.”
Rhys relaxed. “I understand. I may have come on a bit too strong. As I said when we met, you remind me of someone I once knew. That’s kept you on my mind. I’d like to get to know you. However, I understand if you’d rather not take this any further.”
“Define further,” she said cautiously.
“Conversation. Acquaintanceship. Perhaps friendship, to start with.”
Friendship. She might be able to handle that. She had no friends here yet. It would be nice to have at least one.
“Conversation. Kind of like what we’re having?”
“I was thinking more of I grew up here, I went to school there, I’m interested in this, I hate that,” he replied casually. “The kind of conversation that actually tells one something about the other person. Though we have learned a bit about each other, haven’t we?”
“A bit. I’d like that kind of conversation, though.” She shifted the books to her other arm. “Maybe another time. I’d like to bring these home.”
Rhys frowned. “I should have thought to put them in a bag for you. How far away are you parked?”
“I’m not. I walked here.”
“Ah.” He looked surprised. “How far away do you live?”
“About a mile.” She hefted the stack of books. “I can carry these no problem. They’re just a bit awkward.”
“Let me bring you a bag,” he offered. “I can take those with me so you aren’t standing here holding them.”
“I’m fine, really.” She just wanted to go home now. The longer she talked to him, the more she wanted to open up to him. She couldn’t trust him that much, not yet. “Thanks anyway. I can manage.”