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"Blue Ribbon Rating: Four and 1/2! The sensuality in THE COLOR OF TWILIGHT will send shivers through you. The story is so intense you feel like you are right there in the ballroom, watching what is going on first hand. Celeste Anwar describes every last detail to perfection, giving me an image in my head of exactly how Frost and Darcy’s Fay birth markings really look to what a beautiful green Darcy’s eyes are. The story entrances you, keeping you turning the pages until you find out the fate of this mysterious prince and the wife he bound himself to. I will definitely be looking forward to Ms. Anwar’s next book." Bea Sigman, Romance Junkies
"Four Stars! The Color of Twilight is a fabulous novella; Ms. Anwar always brings to her stories mystery and wonderful characters that you will enjoy reading about over and over again. Frost is an awesome hero; he knows what he wants and if it takes him forever to find his runaway bride he is up to the challenge. He is a sensual, virile man and when matched up with his independent, fiery wife, they will ignite your heart. You feel the frustration and loneness of the couple’s plight during their separation. When they make love it is erotic, passionate and HOT! This story had all the elements that I enjoy, the intrigue of the couples heartaches, the mystery of this new original fantasy world and the costumes at the mystery ball are colorful and show well thought out designs. If you love a happy ever after story with a dash of erotic romance I recommend you buy this book it was amazing." Susan Holly, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"The first in Celeste Anwar's Lords of Magic series, THE COLOR OF TWILIGHT is short, sweet and gets straight to the point. Frost and Darcy are heat and ice. When mixed together, you get sizzling hot sex scenes and high emotion. I can't wait to read the next in this intriguing new series. For a fast, riveting read, pick up a copy of THE COLOR OF TWILIGHT today." Sinclair Reid, Romance Reviews Today
"Short, remarkably sensuous and ripe with emotion, The Color of Twilight is not to be missed. Ms. Anwar's has given these characters great depth and a history together; to move forward they must resolve the past. I was surprised at how well I felt I knew the characters and was able to relate to them. My first tale by Celeste Anwar, The Color of Twilight will certainly not be the last." In the Library Review
"Four Stars and ORGASMIC heat level! Celeste Anwar’s Lords of Magic: The Color of Twilight is the first teasing hint of things to come in this captivating series.I can only imagine what Ms. Anwar will have for us in her next series’ segment – but it is sure to be just as steamy and absorbing, keeping me glued to the pages to see what will happen next. This book is definitely a "keeper" and this series is definitely on MY auto buy list." Jill Diamond, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"Wow! This is one hot read, not at all like the ice and cold Frost controls. There is undeniable passion between him and Darcy, a passion that erupts from the pages in an erotic explosion. Vivid details are guaranteed to get the imagination working on overdrive, as the reader puts oneself into the scene. Be sure to have one's partner around after reading this one!" Love Romances
"Four Angels! This was an extremely short but effective story. The reader can feel and understand the characters' motivations. The author drew the reader in from the first until the last sentence. The erotic content is very high within the story. Frost and Darcy literally heats up the pages." Fallen Angel Reviews
THE COLOR OF TWILIGHT
By
Celeste Anwar
© copyright January 2004, Celeste Anwar
Cover art by Eliza Black, © copyright January 2004
New Concepts Publishing
5202 Humphreys Rd.
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
Exquisite pain dawned inside him. It fired in his belly, sizzled in his groin, pierced his very soul. He hadn’t expected it, hadn’t expected to feel the agony so fiercely once more. Seeing her enflamed him beyond imagining. Time couldn’t diminish the effect she had on him. Had a hundred years passed, he would know her, recognize her form, the autumn red flow of her hair, the eyes of spring green and summer gold. Fay magic could not hide her from him, no mask could shield her charms.
Always she haunted him, his dreams, his waking hours. And he’d finally found her.
Initially, Frost Tamann’s first reaction upon seeing her again was a mixture of shock and relief. As she entered the room, swaying sensually with the music, however, he could see she’d suffered no lasting harm, no imprisonment, no torture. She appeared, in fact, healthier, happier, and more beautiful than she ever had at the community.
Slowly, stunned relief dissipated as anger swallowed him whole. All these years, he’d feared the worst, never believed his counsel, who’d said she’d run away. He’d thought her kidnapped, drugged, imprisoned somewhere beyond his reach, in a place dark and cold. A place where no life sustaining sunlight could touch her.
Wrong … he’d been so wrong … and they were right. The rumors and sightings he’d trailed in his last desperate hope had led him here, to the new country. He’d never expected to find her, never expected that she would choose exile from their people rather than—
Red hot rage and frustrated desire merged, honed sharp as a blade, overpowering soft emotion and fueling senses long frozen. Unfamiliar heat surged in his groin at her proximity, closer than he’d been in years. He cursed beneath his breath, clenching his jaw, tightening his fists as he fought for control over base reactions that hadn’t surfaced in ten years … and she had been the cause before.
It was worse now. The raw pain had built steadily, eating him from the inside until he felt wounded entirely, a hollow man incapable of living. And here she was, enjoying a costume ball, the picture of happiness and contentment.
It didn’t seem right that she should be happy, not after what she’d done. He watched as she accepted a beverage from a flirting bartender, watched her smile, sip her drink, touch her collarbone in a gesture of surprise as the heat of the liquor burned its way down her throat.
His fingertips prickled, closed in his fist, as though he had touched the silken smoothness of her skin, brushed the hair from her neck. He willed her to turn to him, longing to see her eyes as she looked on him. Again and again he called to her. Slowly, as though his mind’s voice finally carried above the din, she faced him.
He felt as though the wind had been knocked from his lungs, a blow struck to his solar plexus as he caught and held her gaze across the crowded ballroom. In an instant, Frost knew she wore no protection. Her guard was down. Even at the distance, he could sense the quickening of her pulse, knew her breath grew harsh and uneven. Her skin flushed beneath the white fox mask, blooming pink on her cheeks. Did her womanhood flush with the excitement so apparent to his immortal eyes? The thought conjured bittersweet memories, of kisses stolen, pleasure denied, her hot mouth and soft body begging and torturing him like no other could.
She held still, as a hare rather than the snow fox of her costume. She didn’t run.
She didn’t recognize him.
Frost smiled. She had no idea how much danger she’d just placed herself in with her inability to flee. Deep inside, he’d known it would be this way when he found her again. He never truly believed the lies he’d told himself.
Ten years he’d waited. A decade of searching, of torment, of insatiable longing for the woman who would not have him, even when he gave his heart freely.
She’d crushed it until it was as cold as his namesake, barren as his homeland in winter’s grip.
She would know what it was to be spurned, to be destroyed.
There would be no escape for her this time.
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