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Harm's Way

Rhiannon Neeley

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Genre:

Shapeshifter

Length:

Short

Cover:

BG Designs

About the Author

Leigh Zimmatore is bent on jump-starting her acting career when she lands a part in a film set in the English countryside, just outside the village of Haven-In-The-Glen. The place sounds lovely and inviting…until she learns the name of the cottage she’ll be living in during her stay. Stopping at the local pub, The Angel’s Wing, she is given the keys to the cottage—a cottage named Harm’s Way.

She can’t imagine why anyone would name their home Harm’s Way and the irony of putting herself ‘in it’, in Harm’s Way, isn’t lost on her. And not only does the name of the cottage sound a bit daunting, the proprietor of the pub tells her of old wives’ tales of werewolves stalking the forest nearby. Leigh refuses to allow this information to shake her resolve. She’ll make a splash with this film…as long as she follows the director’s instructions. She’s never met him but when she does, he seems strangely familiar…very familiar, in fact.

Director Adam Colgan, though an American, has roots in the English countryside. Deep roots. He feels at home here, feels able to be his true self for once and is able let his animalistic side rear its head. Meeting Leigh, beauty that she is, only serves to make his deep-seated desire to cut loose and let himself go almost impossible to control. But control it he must—until it becomes too wild to tame…

Excerpt:

“Follow the road south for a bit. There’ll be a lane on the left. It’s the only cottage on the lane.”

Leigh tapped the key on the bar. “How will I know if it’s the right lane?”

“There’s a sign.”

Leigh smirked. This is like extracting a tooth. “And…what will the sign say?”

“Harm’s Way.”

That name definitely did not fit in with Haven-In-The-Glen and The Angel’s Wing. “Harm’s Way?”

“Yep. That’s the name of the cottage.”

Leigh laughed. “You mean I’ll be staying in ‘Harm’s Way? That would be a bit daunting, if it weren’t funny.”

“Yep. Old tales about werewolves roaming the woods thereabouts. Just old women talking. But cottage is named Harm’s Way.”

Werewolves…yeah, right. “Thanks,” she said, pocketing the key.

She turned from the bar and ran directly into a wide, silk-clad chest. Instantly, strong arms wrapped around her, catching her before she stumbled.

“Oh,” Leigh said, startled. “Excuse me.”

“No excuse needed,” a deep voice said.

Leigh took a step back and looked up. Her heart jumped in her breast. Good Lord, is this man good looking or what? In his mid-twenties, his hair was a deep brown with reddish lights through it, complementing his burnished skin. His eyes were a warm brown she could drown in, highlighted with tiny flecks of gold and his smile…wide and boyish, the dimples at the corners of his mouth completing it. A thrill rushed through her.

But his eyes…they were familiar somehow.

“So, you’re Leigh Zimmatore,” the man said, dropping his arms from around her.

“Yes, I am,” she said. “And you are?” Thank goodness she didn’t stutter. She was afraid she was going to. In all of her twenty years on this earth, no man had affected her like this.

“I’m Adam Colgan.” He held out his hand.

Leigh took his hand. It was warm to the touch, dwarfing her own. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Colgan.”

He smiled a devastating smile. “Please, call me Adam. After all, we’ll be working together. Why not be on a first name basis?”

Heat rushed to Leigh’s face. Of course! Adam Colgan was the director of the film. How could she not have caught that? “I’m sorry,” she said, laughing to cover her embarrassment. “I should have recognized the name. You’re from America, aren’t you?”

“Yes. This is my first trip to England.” He tilted his head to the side. “And the scenery seems to keep getting better and better.”