Rain
Stranger in the Woods #1
By India R Adams
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: June 28, 2016
Synopsis
What if you knew
you had just met the other part of your soul–the one who can take away all the
pain and loneliness but no one believes you because the rugged stranger from
the woods is nowhere to be found? Would you search for him? Would you be strong
enough to continue to believe that he exist somewhere out in the darkness where
you he found you? And if you were to finally find the stranger from the woods
and learn he is like no other tale that has ever been told… would you still
have the courage to love him?
Rose has no time for romance because her father has passed away from an illness plaguing the small town she grew up in, and now her mother has also contracted the illness leaving Rose’s two younger siblings to be her responsibility. But when her best friend Gunner forces her to be young for a night and celebrate her twentieth birthday with a bonfire and friends, Rose meets a stranger who lives in the woods, and Rose soon learns he is no stranger at all. In fact, this warrior, magical being is trying to keep her… alive.
Two bloods of one will bring down the shadows, to cast, no more..
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Excerpt
When the lighting
bugs land on my window sill, I almost don’t look up, but one bug lands on my
hand, altering my view. From the tree comes the stranger, running from the dark
of the woods to the light of my home. He runs faster then I’ve ever seen a human
run. His dark hair flies loose in the wind. His body moves like a well-oiled
machine.
The energy that
surrounds him is as electrifying as the wild spirit he exudes. My heart screams
to be grabbed and jolted back to life as if recognizing he’s my personal source
of energy. My body is at attention. He runs sensually yet with an animalistic
nature.
Finding strength
again, I rise to my feet as his legs and pumping arms push him across my empty
dead fields, not slowing down, not even as he closes the distance between him
and my house—between him and me. Without a pause or delay, in mid-stride, he
bends his knees and easily leaps from the ground. I gasp at his impossible
strength and take an involuntary step backward as he lands on my porch roof as
if he has done this a million times. There is a stillness in the air, except
for my breath sucking in and out of my exasperated lungs. I can’t be sure what
percentage is alarm and which pure exhilaration.
The first time I
see him up close since the night in the woods is with hunched shoulders as he
slowly uncurls his rippling body from his crouched position. His hair sprawls
over his muscular back and shoulders. From underneath, two blond braids, one on
each side of his neck, hang over his chest—a chest that announces formidable
strength to be reckoned with. His trousers appear to be made out of some
foreign material. Pockets down his legs sport mismatched buttons. His feet are
bare and his chest naked with a leather strap and a sheath across it. Another
strap holding what seems to be a small, barbaric knife is attached to his
masculine bicep, another on his thigh. His tan arms look as if they ache to
hold something. I instantly hope they long for me.
As he stands there,
at least a foot taller than me, I lose my breath all together. Those glowing
blue eyes burn brightly as they gaze upon me with something I’ve never
witnessed. The stranger from the woods opens his mouth, struggling hard as I am
for air, but I suspect he isn’t out of breath. His extremely fit body tells me
that. His eyes speak of a whole other kind of struggle. Desire. I can smell
it—sense it—all over him.
“You have summoned
me, Rose, but you are with another.” He stalks across the porch roof to my
window as if he knows these steps well. I take a step back, not out of fear,
but because my name on his tongue is an aphrodisiac, causing overwhelming
emotions to erupt in my soul. The stranger from the woods must sense I’m not
scared or doesn’t care because he doesn’t stop. He enters through my window, confidently
barreling forward. Again, his deep voice resonates in my inner core. “Why,
Rose?”
“I-I’m with no
one.” I slowly back away until my bedroom wall won’t let me go any further. I
realize I don’t want to move. His radiating heat only gets more stimulating the
closer he gets to me, and within seconds, the stranger is so close his breath
exhales across my face, smelling of honey and a luscious, natural sent I want
all over me. His whole body smells as fresh as the woods I love.
His eyes never
leave mine. “No one, Rose?”
My chest moves as
though it may explode. My voice shakes. “You... I think I’m with you.”
His body leans to
mine. “You are.”
Every second that
passes is the most intense of my life. That means, within half a minute, I’ve
experienced heaven. “You’re real.”
“I am.”
My eyes want to
close so I can rejoice and bathe in his rich tones, but I’m afraid he might
disappear. “I know you.”
His hand holds of
the nape of my neck, fingers caressing my skin as his other hand cups my cheek.
“You do.”
Meet
the Author
India R Adams is an
author/singer/songwriter who has written YA and NA novels such as My Wolf and
Me, Blue Waters (A Tainted Water Novella), Steal Me (A Haunted Roads Novel),
Rain (A Stranger in the Woods Novel), and Serenity (A Forever Novel) as well as
music for the Forever series.
India was born and
raised in Florida but has also been lucky enough to live in Idaho (where she
froze but fell in love with the smalltown life), Austin, Texas (where she
started her first book, Serenity, and met wonderful artists), and now Murphy,
North Carolina (where the mountains have stolen a piece of her heart).
Being a survivor of
abuse has inspired India to let others know they have nothing to be ashamed of.
She has used her many years of professional theater experience to build
characters and stories with dark undercurrents that stem from her personal
life. She says, “I’m simply finding ways to empower perfect imperfections.”
Another thing India
feels needs to change is the problem of sexual slavery. She has joined forces
with jewelers to design beautiful ways to raise money for nonprofit
organizations. Even though India writes about serious subjects such as domestic
violence, sexual abuse, and human trafficking, she has a magnificent sense of
humor as do the characters she creates. Her novels are perfectly balanced
between laughter and tears, letting readers see how to empower their own
perfect imperfections.
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