Damien Dracon is back in Devon Falls, and he is about to woo the one lady he left three years ago. Family secrets and youthful pride forced him to give up the one good thing in his life: the love of Alicia Stevens. What he doesn’t expect is that Alicia has a secret of her own, and it may just tear them apart. Can two former lovers find it in themselves to forgive one another and let love grow between them? Or will past secrets haunt them and tear them apart? This 4th of July is about to get explosive in Devon Falls.
Damien tried to relax as he finished driving up the long and winding driveway, which seemed to go on forever. The inn, that was also the family home and business, was quiet. Normally it was a bustling place, according to his twin brother, Rodrick, and the town was growing in leaps and bounds. Had the family grown with Devon Falls or would they fade away? It was something to ponder now that his grandfather was no longer around to cause trouble. The heat shimmered on the blacktop driveway as he got closer to the Inn. Sweat dripped down his neck and rolled down his back. He couldn’t wait to grab a cool drink after the way this scorcher of a heat wave kept beating at him.
Damien stopped the Corvette next to his brother’s Harley, a bike that exemplified his free spirit and rough edges as well as the power that lurked under his skin. Shaking his head, smiling at the way the bike seemed to exude power as he got out of the car; Damien wondered what awaited him in Devon Falls.
As always, his thoughts strayed to the one woman who he was determined to be with, so he could show her the sweetness of love again. The question that kept rounding in his head — would Alicia let him talk to her or would she slam the door in his face? It made him aware that he wasn’t the only one that got hurt here. Alicia was hurt as well and, from what he could ferret it out of his family; she picked herself up and kept herself closed to others. Her family had circled around her and made him very leery to make waves by pushing her to talk things out.
Walking to the front of the inn, Damien took stock of the way the Dragon Inn pulsed with a power that only immortals or shape shifters felt in their veins. It was old, imposing, and full of secrets waiting to be released into the unsuspecting town, unless it was managed right. Opening the door, Damien walked into the front hall and blinked as his eyes adjusted to the dimness of the Inn after the bright sunshine outside. The hallway was nice and cool, a welcome escape from the relentless heat that gripped the town. Damien wiped the sweat that beaded on his face and neck. He smiled slightly when he spied his mother moving with the inert grace he remembered from his youth.
Suddenly, she noticed Damien lounging in the doorway and launched into a run, laughing as he caught her up in his arms.
“Welcome home, my son,” Sarah Dracon whispered in his ear. “It is about time you stopped running from your destiny and your pain.”
Out of the Ashes TROUBLE will Rise!