“The more curses you break, the sooner you’ll die.”
Magic has a price—and for Amber Sarga it’s days and years off her life. Each curse she breaks ages her—and the bigger the curse the bigger the cost, and not only to her. That’s why she hides away and has vowed not to get involved again… That’s why she hates looking in a mirror…
And then an ill-fated stranger arrives. Rafe Davail doesn’t believe in curses—not even knowing that in his family every first son dies young. Amber offers guidance but she won’t break the curse. Still, as she grows closer to Rafe and discovers the secrets of their pasts, she wonders if for this time, this man, she should risk it all…
Praise for the novels of
Robin D. Owens
“RITA® Award-winner Owens offers a world strongly imbued
with a sense of magic in this contemporary fantasy series launch.…
Romance and fantasy fans will enjoy Jenni’s preparation to enter a
new world of compromise between the Folk, humans, and technology.”
—Publishers Weekly, starred review, on Enchanted No More
“A multi-faceted, fast-paced gem of a book.”
—The Best Reviews on Guardian of Honor
“This book will enchant readers who enjoy strong heroines.”
—RT Book Reviews on Sorceress of Flight
“Fans of Anne McCaffrey and Mercedes Lackey will appreciate the novel’s
honorable protagonists and their lively animal companions.”
—Publishers Weekly on Protector of the Flight
“Strong characterization combined with deadly danger
make this story vibrate with emotional resonance.
Stay tuned as events accelerate toward the final battle.”
—RT Book Reviews on Keepers of the Flame
“A glorious end to the series.”
—Wild on Books on Echoes in the Dark
Enchanted Again
Robin D. Owens
To all my friends, online and off; to my critique buddies
and beta readers, word warriors and other LUNA authors.
I couldn’t do this without your continued support.
And to my mom and my new stepdad.
Contents
Chapter 1
March
Denver, Colorado
IF SHE AGED naturally, Amber Sarga would have been twenty-six. But her gift for curse breaking cost her days, weeks, months…years.
She’d found another gray hair today. Gray hair on a gray day.
Amber was taking a break from her home genealogical business to prepare a flower bed. Halfheartedly she stuck the big trowel into the dirt. An odd scent drifted to her and she straightened. There was something in the air....
When her yellow Labrador puppies, Baxt and Zor, went into a barking frenzy, she turned. And saw a small brown being in her garden. Her mouth fell open. He was plucking a bloom from the heavy mass of her violets and dropping the flower into a jar.
He was nothing human. Small, under three feet, thin, triangular face and large triangular ears, he was definitely magic. Over the past few years, living in Mystic Circle’s cul-de-sac, Amber had gradually become aware that there was true magic in the world, and magical people.
Although they tried, the puppies couldn’t get near him. They bounced off some sort of force field. He wore boots and sturdy pants and a shirt. All brown.
Amber swallowed. “What are you?”