Taken by the Siren (Taken 3)
A Paranormal Women's Fiction Novel by Megan Slayer
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Michael
came home to heal his broken heart. He had no idea he'd find the love of his
life in a siren....
Michael Blessing thought he had everything he ever wanted when
he met his wife. Then he found out the truth, and his world was shattered by a
car accident. Coming home to Eerie was supposed to be his time to heal his
broken heart.
The siren had other ideas.
Lia Darling never forgot the shy, handsome young man she’d known
when they were children. Seeing Michael again awakens a need within her she
can’t explain or deny, but she’s been hurt before. She doesn’t want another
dead end, and when she looks into his eyes, she sees forever.
Maybe this second chance is just what they need to heal, move
forward and find love… together.
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“Home,” Michael Blessing murmured as he drove past the city
limit line into Eerie. He hadn’t been back in so long. Seemed like the day he
left was the last day he thought about his hometown. Silly, really. Eerie
wasn’t a bad place. It was quaint. Like a storybook town. The buildings were
whimsical, full of gingerbread and swirls, plus glitter and bright paint. The
streets were clean and the sidewalks wide. The flowers blossomed brighter, and
the people seemed to welcome everyone back.
There wasn’t a stranger in Eerie -- except humans. They were all
strangers, but he wasn’t a human. His Fae father had married a woman who knew
witchcraft. They’d been a good pairing, and Michael had the best childhood.
Everyone thought his mother was human, but he hadn’t cared. He was loved.
His parents were still alive and still cared about him. He was
their son, and they’d always love him, but they had no idea the depths of
loneliness he felt. They didn’t understand the grief he dealt with on a daily
basis.
The woman he loved was dead. The moment he’d seen Chloe, he knew
he wanted her for the rest of his life. She’d be the best partner and
eventually would make him a father.
Then she had, but she died.
He hadn’t been able to manage the grief, not even a year and a
half later. He needed somewhere to hide. Eerie wasn’t the place to hide. Most
everyone in town stood out. Witches, Elves, Faeries, gargoyles, shifters and
every other kind of paranormal creature was there.
But he had a cabin in the woods on the other side of town, with
a pier on the lake and plenty of space to be quiet, to hide and regroup. No one
would bother him. He could write and be alone with no one bugging him, making him
come out of himself or pleading with him to be social.
He didn’t have any social in him.
Not today. Not this week. Maybe not ever.
His magic had dried up, too.
Did he care? A little, but not as much as he should. He drove
through town, then onto the side road leading to the woods. The beauty of Eerie
was that everyone had a space. The lake, the village, the little cottages, the
woods… If a paranormal creature wanted a space, there was one. If he wanted to
hide at his cabin and write, then practice his magic, then he could.
No one would annoy him.
He pulled into the dirt path that led to his cabin. The second
he wound through the trees to his little house, he felt better. Like he
belonged.
But that was always the way he felt when he came here. His heart
was in the woods, among the trees and peace. Maybe he was always meant to be
alone. Chloe had seen the most in him -- more than anyone -- but she was gone,
and he had to pick up the pieces.
He pulled into the dirt patch next to the cabin and parked. As
the engine cooled, he debated what to do. He needed to put up the carport to
protect the Jeep -- not from the falling branches, but the leaves, rain and
debris. He supposed he could use his magic to protect the vehicle, too.
Probably should do that. It’d be a reason to practice his magic and prevent too
much damage to his Jeep.
Despite needing to put the carport together, he left his vehicle
and headed into the cabin. The place would need a lot of cleaning up, but he
could use those tasks to procrastinate instead of writing.
He carried his bag into the cabin, then set about to put the
tarp, PVC and canvas carport up. If nothing else, the carport would hide his
vehicle, and maybe if anyone saw the lights on, they’d leave him alone.
He hated being so despondent and crabby, but he’d been hurt and
had no idea how to get over his loss.
An hour later, he managed to secure the Jeep in the carport and
even cleaned up the living room enough for living. He added a bit of magic to
the carport, adding extra strength to the canvas to protect his vehicle. He’d
murmured the words and checked to ensure the spell had gone correctly. Sure
enough, it had, and he grinned.
At least one thing had gone his way.
He headed back into the house, and his stomach grumbled. He
should eat, but there wasn’t anything in the fridge. Hell, the fridge hadn’t
even been turned on. He needed to make a run to the store, but also should set
up the Internet, too.
He cleaned the dust from the living room, then set about getting
the kitchen in order. He removed the sheets around the house to reveal the
furniture and, as he worked, he swore he heard music.
A familiar song. Sweet, too.
He paused, and his thoughts turned to a song he remembered from
his childhood. A girl he’d known had sung the song, but probably never where
she thought anyone could hear her.
He chuckled to himself. He hadn’t thought about that girl or the
song in ages. What was her name? She’d been a sweet young woman, with flame-red
hair and fiery eyes. She rarely spoke, but she’d filled out quickly and wore
revealing clothes. She grabbed attention wherever she went, but no one really
got to know her.
He knew her name. He’d lusted after her the entire time they
were in school.
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