A man blessed—or cursed—by the gods with immortality
until he finds true love, finds his match in a woman more
unique than he’d imagined; she can endure his past, uphold
his present, and sustain his future.
Nikolas Andreyevich is searching for his one true love. He
spots her in a Russian bakery and knows immediately she is
the one for him. All he has to do is convince her to love
him. Sounds simple, right? Unfortunately the gods don’t play
fair, especially the one who wants Nik for his own personal
use, and Cleopatra Laurens is not a woman to be swayed or
controlled, not anymore. Over time she begins to see what
kind of a man Nik truly is but will it all be for naught?
Cleo offers the greatest thing she has in order to save this
man who’s taught her to love again. Will Nik get to keep the
woman he’s survived nearly a century to find?
Sitting at a small table by the window, Nikolas watched the
people move along the snowy sidewalk. He ate his ponchiki
slowly as he drank some coffee. Ponchiki were
similar to doughnuts. He took his covered in powdered sugar.
As he sat there, the bell over the door jingled. Pulling his
attention away from the window, he felt his breath catch in
his throat as he gazed upon the woman who’d crossed the
bakery’s threshold. His entire body rippled with unleashed
She had a different look from the women in the area, like a
brilliant sunburst breaking through after a rainstorm. Her
skin was a beautiful shade of amaretto with an added flush
from the cold. She wore dark blue jeans and a black leather
jacket that stopped at her waist, effectively hiding her
shirt from him. There was a slight upturn of her lips as she
stood at the counter of the bakery. Her black hair was
pulled back and confined by a barrette.
His cock stirred in his pants as he ogled at her. It had
been many, many years since his body had responded to a
woman with just a look. She flashed a smile to the attendant
behind the counter and, then, turned to look around the
establishment. The second she faced Nik, he knew.
Settled at the base of her neck sat a crystalline snowflake
with a gem in it. Something about it looked familiar.
Narrowing his gaze, he honed in on it. His hand began to
shake, and he set down his fork before he dropped it.
Imbedded in the beautiful pendant was a blue stone. The
piece was from the one that used to be on his sword. A long
time ago, during a battle, one of the six stones had fallen
out. He’d searched long and hard for it, and had found most
of the pieces it had been broken up into. All except one.
Until now. It didn’t make sense for him to know the stone,
but he knew it.
And, he knew who she was. With a restraint he didn’t know he
possessed, Nik remained seated and just watched the woman,
instead of approaching her and carrying her off over his
shoulder like he longed to do.
It was her. She was the one. His woman.