Informationen zum Autor Once upon a time, Donna Kauffman was born in Washington D.C. Alas, there were no glass slippers in her closet, but fate was kind, and a trustworthy (and totally hot) knight did cross her path. No fool she, Donna didn't need a fairy godmother to point out a good thing when she saw it. Their happily ever after is currently taking place in Virginia. Klappentext She escaped every trap he set only to fall prey to his timeless seduction.... As a child, animal rescue worker Talia Trahaern was enchanted by the bedtime stories her mother spun of castles and kings, but she thought they were only fairy tales ... until a darkly compelling stranger invaded her world to reveal the fantastical truth. Suddenly Talia found herself face-to-face with a flesh-and-blood hero straight out of her wildest dreams. Devlin Archer had come looking for the legendary healer who could save his dying queen. Instead he found a passionate, beautiful woman unaware of the power she'd inherited or the danger that stalked her every move. Talia was skeptical of Archer's story of assassins and imperiled kingdoms but there was no denying his maddeningly seductive charm. As for Archer, he knew there was nothing more dangerous than losing his heart to a woman who didn't know her own power. Now, with time running out, they will embark together on a perilous journey and a timeless love that may cost their very lives.Bloody hell and damn. Archer switched off his datatran and threw it across the room. The resulting crash wasn't satisfying, but then nothing else had satisfied him today, so why should that be any different? He'd spent hours making contacts, and contacts of contacts, even going so far as to talk to people he'd had no use for in years. He knew how to dig up information. This time had been different. He was no closer to finding a link to Eleri Trahaern than when he left the castle this morning. He pressed a button on the com arm and a transmitter dropped down from the ceiling to hover in front of him. Data on, he said wearily. He'd already read over the old reports from every other person who'd attempted to find Eleri Trahaern. Page three, he ordered, skimming once again the first report, filed days after her disappearance. There was one bit of information that nagged at him. The Old One, he murmured. The reclusive mystic was the only person connected to the royal healer who had never been found or interrogated. Probably dead by now. A sleek black cat undulated around the corner of the living area and leaped into his lap. A cat, huh? Well, I suppose we are on the prowl. Ringer studiously washed his paws, ignoring his master entirely, but making himself quite at home in his lap. Beastie, he muttered, but scratched him behind the ears as he reread the report. Find visual of the Old One, he ordered. Search logs dated thirty years or before. No visual available, purred the audiotrak. Yeah, yeah. Locate contacts of the Old One. Any contact. It wasn't a promising lead, but it was better than nothing. No available information. Just then a loud burst of static sputtered from across the room where the datatran lay in several pieces. Jesus, Joseph, and Elvis. Covering his ears, Archer pushed Ringer off his thighs and crossed the room, intent on stomping the damn thing to death. The air flickered in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. The squeal died as the air shifted and transformed into the image of an old man in a white robe. I believe you are looking for me. Even though it was obviously a hologram, Archer palmed the gaz he always wore and looked from floor to ceiling, wall to wall, wondering where in the hell it was transmitting from. He had no such expensive apparatus here. Had the queen sent someone in to have him watched? He didn't think anyone could breach his security rig...

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Once upon a time, Donna Kauffman was born in Washington D.C. Alas, there were no glass slippers in her closet, but fate was kind, and a trustworthy (and totally hot) knight did cross her path. No fool she, Donna didn't need a fairy godmother to point out a good thing when she saw it. Their happily ever after is currently taking place in Virginia.

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She escaped every trap he set — only to fall prey to his timeless seduction....

As a child, animal rescue worker Talia Trahaern was enchanted by the bedtime stories her mother spun of castles and kings, but she thought they were only fairy tales ... until a darkly compelling stranger invaded her world to reveal the fantastical truth. Suddenly Talia found herself face-to-face with a flesh-and-blood hero straight out of her wildest dreams.

Devlin Archer had come looking for the legendary healer who could save his dying queen. Instead he found a passionate, beautiful woman unaware of the power she'd inherited or the danger that stalked her every move.

Talia was skeptical of Archer's story of assassins and imperiled kingdoms — but there was no denying his maddeningly seductive charm. As for Archer, he knew there was nothing more dangerous than losing his heart to a woman who didn't know her own power.

Now, with time running out, they will embark together on a perilous journey — and a timeless love that may cost their very lives.

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8220;Bloody hell and damn.” Archer switched off his datatran and threw it across the room. The resulting crash wasn’t satisfying, but then nothing else had satisfied him today, so why should that be any different? He’d spent hours making contacts, and contacts of contacts, even going so far as to talk to people he’d had no use for in years. He knew how to dig up information. This time had been different. He was no closer to finding a link to Eleri Trahaern than when he left the castle this morning.

He pressed a button on the com arm and a transmitter dropped down from the ceiling to hover in front of him. “Data on,” he said wearily. He’d already read over the old reports from every other person who’d attempted to find Eleri Trahaern. “Page three,” he ordered, skimming once again the first report, filed days after her disappearance. There was one bit of information that nagged at him. “The Old One,” he murmured. The reclusive mystic was the only person connected to the royal healer who had never been found or interrogated. “Probably dead by now.”

A sleek black cat undulated around the corner of the living area and leaped into his lap. “A cat, huh? Well, I suppose we are on the prowl.”

Ringer studiously washed his paws, ignoring his master entirely, but making himself quite at home in his lap.

“Beastie,” he muttered, but scratched him behind the ears as he reread the report. “Find visual of the Old One,” he ordered. “Search logs dated thirty years or before.”

“No visual available,” purred the audiotrak.

“Yeah, yeah. Locate contacts of the Old One. Any contact.” It wasn’t a promising lead, but it was better than nothing.

“No available information.”

Just then a loud burst of static sputtered from across the room where the datatran lay in several pieces. “Jesus, Joseph, and Elvis.” Covering his ears, Archer pushed Ringer off his thighs and crossed the room, intent on stomping the damn thing to death.

The air flickered in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. The squeal died as the air shifted and transformed into the image of an old man in a white robe.

“I believe you are looking for me.”

Even though it was obviously a hologram, Archer palmed the gaz he always wore and looked from floor to ceiling, wall to wall, wondering where in the hell it was transmitting from. He had no such expensive apparatus here. Had the queen sent someone in to have him watche…