Chanting the Storm — Marylyle Rogers

The setting sun turned Anya's hair into a golden aura as she secretly communed with the woodland spirits. She beseeched them to hasten the arrival of Evain, the handsome Druid sorcerer she had adored since her earliest childhood days. Yet a match with her, a maid born of a Saxon father and linked to the new ways, was impossible, even though Evain seemed to look upon her bewitching beauty with a lover's desire.

Honor-bound not to take Anya in passion, Evain had avoided his feelings and Throckenholt Keep until he heard her family's plaa to use his powers to find a missing warrior. He never suspected Anya's desperate plan -- to sneak away and join his perilous rescue mission. But as they came together in the lush woodlands, the temptation of sweet innocence and forbidden desire could not be denied. Warmed by fire-lit kisses, a force stronger than their evil foes burst into light ... and against a corrupt and deadly intrigue, the vibrancy of love was their only hope, born of a woman's heart and a man's soul joined in...