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Kelly’s outlook on life is bleak. Car accident, bad breakup,
controlling sister—even her creative muse seems to be MIA.
And she keeps having dreams about a sexy winged man who
seems familiar to her…
Kelly has always written about the extraordinary, but when she
suddenly finds herself stuck with a see-through imaginary man
she created when she was a child, the lines of fantasy and
reality become blurred.
Can she keep him? Prove that magic and fantasy can exist in
real life? Or will the man she comes to love be torn from her
forever by the self-centered world’s lack of belief?
|Beyond Wild Imaginings
She met his eyes across the fire and smiled.
They continued to talk late into the night, sharing memories and silly stories. When
Chad and Rachel decided to go to bed, Kelly doused the fire and headed over to
her tent with the lantern. She set it outside as she unzipped the tent opening and
glanced up to see Garren’s silhouette standing not too far off. His hands were on
his hips, and he gazed up at the sky. She smiled. He always looked so powerful
She stood, left the tent, went over to him, and slipped her arms around his waist.
She pressed her cheek against his back and closed her eyes, breathing in the
wood smoke scent that clung to his body and enjoying the feel of him.
Garren’s fingers caressed over hers, and she felt his shoulders move in a sigh.
“Enjoying the beautiful night sky?”
He turned and gazed down at her. His violet eyes were dark, and his face was
somber. A tremor went along her spine, and she drew her breath in softly as he
feathered his touch over her cheek and across her lips. “Would you like a closer
look?” he whispered.
She frowned in question.
He slipped one arm around her waist and pulled her close to his body. “Put your
arms around me, Kelly. Hold on tight, all right?”
She did as he said, but was confused as she did so. She locked her fingers behind
his back and looked up at him, wondering what he had up his sleeve. He smiled
down at her and took her face in his hands, sweeping her away in one of his
tender kisses. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to him, letting him do
what he would. She trusted him implicitly, and she so loved the feeling of his lips on
She heard his wings unfurl, and she smiled against his lips as she felt her feet
leave the ground. One thing about being an imaginary being was that he didn’t
tear his shirt to shreds any time he wanted to reveal his wings. Logistics such as
that didn’t come into play when you were eight years old.
She held on tight and continued kissing him, loving the way she felt like she was
hovering in the air. When he pulled away, she glanced around and gasped. He
had flown them a good distance up into the sky, and even though they were
nowhere near the stars, they seemed so much closer than they had on the ground.
“Oh my gosh, Garren,” she murmured. “This is paradise.”
He smiled and met her eyes. “Don’t look down,” he teased. Her giggle made his
smile broaden. “I won’t let you fall.”
She sighed and gazed at him, completely enraptured. “I’m not worried about
looking down and falling,” she murmured. “It’s looking into your eyes and falling
that concerns me.”
He frowned, obviously missing what she was trying to say. “I won’t let you fall, Kelly.
She smiled and shook her head. So much for being romantic. “No, Garren, I wasn’t
being literal. It was a metaphor.”
He frowned again, but then his eyes widened as the meaning of her words seemed
to dawn on him. He sucked his breath in sharply and stared at her for a long
moment. “I’m sorry, Kelly. Words are not my—”
“Forte, I know.” She smiled. “It’s fine. You make up for it in every other way.”
He gave her a shy smile and tightened his arms around her. “You mean those
words?” he whispered.
She gazed up at him. As frightening as it was, she did mean those words. She was
falling for him. She knew it, and she was powerless to stop it. She didn’t want to
stop it. Garren made her heart feel full. He made her feel alive and whole and
exhilarated. She never wanted to go back to living a life without Garren. It hadn’t
been living. It had been surviving, existing. Her routine had been mundane at best.
She didn’t want to go back to depression and isolation and only feeling alive when
she was lost in one of her books. She didn’t want to remember what that had felt
“Yes, Garren, I mean it.”
His grin threatened to light up the sky, and he crushed his lips to hers, marauding
her mouth in a way that made her heart pound and her whole body blaze. Her
fingers knotted in the fabric of his shirt as she matched his passion with her own.
She didn’t care how insane it was. It didn’t matter. She wanted Garren. She wanted
him for her own. That was all that mattered. That was all she wanted to focus on.
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