Caller of Light

Carina McKay is an outsider. With one parent of royal blood, she's not nobility, yet not a servant either. The only comfort in her mundane existence is her love of Critons, the large fire-breathing creatures that protect the border of her homeland. But her destiny changes forever the day she catches the eye of King Marek Duncan.Marek's heart is closed to love. After an arranged marriage withers to a bitter end, he dedicates his energy to protecting his kingdom. Yet he's searching for something more--the Caller of Light, the one who summons Critons.Carina's beauty and willfulness intrigue Marek, and he's determined to have her. When his enemies try to come between them, he discovers just how much he will endure to protect her. Together, they can unlock a love that binds their souls, but only if they find the strength to follow their hearts.Review"The story is shown through well crafted visual imagery as well as narrative. The heroine is deftly portrayed from the very start." Marisa Corvisiero, L. Perkins Agency"This is classic high fantasy. STELLAR research & world-building. You are a GOOD writer, with super world-building and description. You were MADE to write fantasy." Renee Wildes, Fantasy Romance Author"I was enticed from the beginning! I feel total admiration for Carina. Marek possesses all the qualities required of a stellar hero. The author used all the senses to establish an enchanting "otherworldliness" of the setting." Joelle Walker, Editor, MuseItUp Publishing"The world building is both fun and different." Alicia Condon, Editorial Director, Kensington Books"This story was remarkable!" Dee Carney, Erotic Romance AuthorFrom the Inside FlapHe was about to inquire into Carina's whereabouts when she emerged at the top of the stairs. She paused. Uncertainty flickered across her face. For a moment he thought she was going to fade back into the shadows of the upper floors. But she took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and stepped off the landing.He inhaled a ragged breath at the sight of her. Her dress accentuated the slight swing of her hips while the tight bodice molded perfectly to the swell of her breasts. With each step as she descended, a slow burn heated his blood, flooding hot desire straight to his groin. She shimmered in the soft light spilling from the room--a light acting as a path for her to follow, illuminating her way...to him.  She entered with her head bowed and lowered into a deep curtsy. "Your Majesty." He extended his hand and tried to keep his fingers from twitching in anticipation of her touch. His body trembled when her hand slipped into his. For the second time today, he couldn't let her go. She had entered the room on a whisper, but swept across his senses like a winter storm. As she looked down, he resisted the urge to brush his thumb across the soft curve of her lips. She was a feast for his eyes to devour. He wanted to tell her that she looked stunning, but his voice failed him and he could only mutter her name in a gravelly, scrape of sound.