Stormвђ™s Bride By Terri Cannon -

The storm rolled in like a living entity, its dark tendrils snaking across the horizon. Kaelin Darkhaven stood at the edge of the cliff, her long, raven-black hair whipping about her face like a maddening dance. The wind howled, a mournful cry that echoed the turmoil brewing within her.

As the storm intensified, Kaelin's thoughts turned to the stranger who had arrived in town a fortnight ago. His name was Eryndor Thorne, a brooding figure with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. She'd felt an inexplicable jolt when their gazes met, as if the very fabric of reality had shifted. Storm’s Bride by Terri Cannon

Some said Eryndor was a storm caller, a man with the ability to tame the tempests. Kaelin wasn't so sure. There was something about him that drew her in, a sense of shared destiny that she couldn't ignore. The storm rolled in like a living entity,