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By Abbi Glines. When a soul is created, so is its mate. In every lifetime those souls find each other. He knew where her heart belonged. Until he realized that every kiss, every touch, every moment of their time together would be washed from her memories. He would have to win her heart all over again and prove to her soul that he was where she belonged.
This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information, address Abbi Glines Books P. Box Point Clear, AL To my soul. If only I could remember them. The soul has been marked since birth.
A soul came into my house. She touched me and talked to me. Souls never talked to me, before you. Pagan -Existence.
If you are determined for this soul to remain by your side, then a choice must be made. You know that the soul has a mate. If her soul is to exist for an eternity, then the soul must choose you over the mate created as its other half. This is the most precious perfect gift anyone has ever received. You gave me back a memory that I will cherish forever. Pagan -Predestined. The soul has seen too much. She knows more than a soul should know. The choice will be an unfair one if she does.
It will all be washed clean. If you want her, Dankmar, then you have to win her heart from the soul made to be her mate. Only then will it be possible for you to keep her for eternity. No one else even comes close.
Miranda pulled her shiny new silver Land Rover into an empty parking spot in front of Jemison Hall, our home for the next nine months. Miranda whispered in awe as we stared up at the historic brick building in front of us.
My mom was a Boone University alumna. Boone was a small private college in Weston, Tennessee. When Miranda and I had both been accepted there, I figured this was where I was meant to be. Going to a larger state university terrified me. I liked the smaller, more intimate feeling of this place. We both stepped out of the SUV and headed for the rear cargo compartment to start unloading our boxes.
Miranda and I both agreed that having her parents come with us was a bad idea. Her parents could be a tad bit embarrassing. Since we were doing this together, we decided to be independent and do it without help from anyone else. We had each other. It was going to take us hours to carry all of this stuff up to our dorm room. I started to respond when the loud vibrating sound of really good speakers caught my attention.
The source of the music was a small black convertible that had just pulled into the parking space beside us. The first thing I noticed about the driver of the car was her wild blond hair with bright pink tips.
The driver cut the engine, which made my ears instantly thankful. She swung open the door and hopped out of the car. It was obvious from her makeup and attire that she was an emo. She had on heavy black eyeliner and black combat boots. The only thing that threw me off a little was the hair.
She put one hand on her hip and blew a large bubble with her gum, blatantly staring at both of us. She popped her bubble loudly and smirked. This shit is gonna be fun, she said in an amused tone, then turned and headed toward the dorm. She scares me. Nodding, I reached for the closest box to me. Now, get a box and start unloading.
Should I move to another parking space? You know, away from her, Miranda asked. The wild looking blonde was standing on the bottom step watching me when I reached the double doors of the entrance. I shifted my eyes away from her and to the ground to keep me from tripping and falling. A loud rumble caused the ground to vibrate. I stumbled and dropped the box of shoes I was carrying.
Despite my efforts to hold onto them, the shoes spilled out onto the pavement. I practically growled in frustration. The rumbling sound of a motor became louder and I turned my head to see a black and silver motorcycle come to a halt a few feet away from me and my shoe disaster.
What was he doing riding around campus on a loud motorcycle? When I looked up from the offending motorcycle, my eyes met a pair of brilliant blue eyes. My swift intake of breath was loud, as his gaze traveled over me slowly. He was just so…so…strikingly perfect. Long dark hair curled at his collar and was tucked behind his ears. A perfect mouth was turned up in a smirk. Wait…a smirk. I shook my head to stop the complete physical assessment I was doing of this stranger.
I managed to turn my slightly awed expression to one of annoyance. I snapped and bent down to start picking up my shoes, which was in itself embarrassing. Is this my fault?
Guys that looked like that had voices to match. You startled me as well as woke up sleeping babies in the surrounding states, I replied throwing one of my cowboy boots into the box. From the corner of my eye, I saw him stand up and swing one jeans-clad leg over his motorcycle and stand. Now he was coming over here. Just what I needed. I kept my focus on the shoes scattered everywhere as he walked toward me. His black boots stopped just outside my mound of shoes.
He bent down and picked up a pink heel that I hardly ever wore. He picked up the other one and I realized he was holding them almost reverently in his hands. I turned my head to look at him. He was staring down at my pink shoes like something about them made him sad. Did his ex-girlfriend have a pair like that? Or was he just a smoking hot nutso? You wanna give me my shoes? I asked holding out my hand for them.
He lifted his gaze and the startling blue color was even more amazing up close. There was sadness there too. I could see it clearly and something in me ached. Why did I care so deeply about the obvious hurt he was dealing with? I like these. I bet they look beautiful on you, he said as he placed both of them carefully in the box.
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By Abbi Glines. When a soul is created, so is its mate. In every lifetime those souls find each other. He knew where her heart belonged. Until he realized that every kiss, every touch, every moment of their time together would be washed from her memories.