Rowan Wood

Almost as far back as Arwyn could remember, she'd sought comfort in being near her 'wishing tree' in the Elderwood whenever she was hurt or lonely. As a child, she'd begged to be granted many silly wishes. As a woman, she wanted only one- true love.


Published: 10/2006
Length: Short Story
Word Count: 10,691
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Rating: Spicy/Sensual
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)


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Nicole Ash


© Copyright by Nicole Ash, October 2006
© Cover Art by Dan Skinner, October 2006
ISBN 978-1-60394-602-5
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636


This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.


Quick to thrust out his arms, Rowan caught the swooning girl, pulling her up against his chest even as he pulled himself completely free of the trunk. He lifted her into his arms, carrying her some distance away and laying her on a soft bed of moss before kneeling beside her.

She is beautiful. Even more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. He brushed one of her long black locks from her face, admiring the way the rest of it splayed across the ground and around her heart-shaped face. He lifted and rubbed a lock between his newly formed fingers, marveling at its silkiness. Dropping the hair, he ran his fingers across her rosy cheek, wiping away a rivulet of wetness that puzzled him, down her tiny jaw to her full red lips. He felt his manhood begin to throb as he studied over the rest of her body, particularly when his eyes fell on her breasts, half exposed by the angle at which she lay.

He had almost given up. After the way she had come to him crying, he had decided to give her the very next wish she made, hoping for her own happiness even if it meant he would never have his own wish. Seeing her now, at last, feeling her body so close to his, he realized that being close alone was not enough. He felt an urge to get even closer, to touch her smooth skin, an urge to delve inside of her, somehow. Her face seemed so peaceful now that he almost forgot how horrified she had been moments earlier.

Will she accept me? The idea that she might not had never entered his mind before. Now that it had, he had no idea what to do. It was not possible for him to ever go back to being a tree. While he could return to his own world, he would lose his only link to this world. He knew the moment he lay his new eyes upon her that he would never want to be without her again.

Leaning in close, following an instinct he knew was part of his new body, he pressed his lips against hers, thrilling at the shock of the touch. A gasp and a flutter of coal black lashes alerted him to her state of wakefulness.

He tried, but could think of no words to encompass how he felt, no words for what he wanted to say to her. He studied her face, watching the look in her eyes go from confusion to fear. He was relieved when it finally became what he believed to be curiosity. As her gaze moved along his body, he felt it react as though he had been touched. A shiver traveled along his spine, awakening nerves throughout his body. When her cheeks grew a darker red, Rowan again gave in to the urge to touch her, leaning over her and pressing his lips against hers, running his tongue along her lips and inside her welcoming mouth, sending a shock through to his very core. He tore away, leaning back, trying to catch his breath. He puzzled again over what to say. Arwyn solved his dilemma for him.

“Who--what, are you?”

“I am…Rowan.”