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Dancing on the Wind
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Ongoing, First published Aug 02, 2015
Mature
Stella Freeman is about to embark on the adventure of her life as she takes the steps to deal with the ghosts of her past in order to free her heart and mind for a better future. On her journey, Stella unexpectedly finds love, loses love, stumbles upon love again, and finds the strength to uncover the dark secret that has kept her from being able to trust and live to her fullest potential. 

"It had been nine years since Keith had attacked her. Since that time Stella had kept her body and her heart shut away under lock and key. It hadn’t made for a pleasant life but it was her only defence mechanism and she clung to it for dear life. She had found it difficult to believe in the old adage about time healing all wounds. It just didn’t seem possible. To her wounded soul it was inconceivable that a day would finally come when Stella Freeman would wake up feeling different. 

She didn’t ask for much, only that she could open her eyes and feel different – no longer apprehensive, no longer self-conscious, no longer distrusting. She wanted to feel strong and bold and beautiful. It was her right and nobody should be allowed to take that away from her. If only she had had the strength to scream those words into Keith Vandynburg’s face as he mauled her and breathed his alcohol-saturated breath all over her that night. But instead she had found herself paralysed with fear, unable to utter little beyond a whimper.

Could it be that this was the day, the day she thought would never come? Looking again at her reflection she noted that it radiated the affirmative. Within her heart there was a resonance of blossoming hope. From the very core of her came the rumbling of a ferocious hunger, the nature of which could not be satisfied by food."
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"I am visiting under unusual circumstances. I won't bore you with the details but I have lost something of mine and I was hoping you could help me find it." " I'm sure I can help you find whatever you need." He was slightly confused. "But what exactly have you lost?" "My mate." Silence. "Does she know you are looking for her?" "Oh yes, she knows." Camila started choking on her food. She tried to maintain her spluttering so she wouldn't draw attention to herself. Taine noticed and decided to keep going. His eyes bored into her. "She actually decided to run from me... I don't know if she was a coward or just too weak and selfish to even consider giving me chance." She threw her cutlery down and stood up, leaning over the table. Her teeth were bared and a low growl emitted from the back of her throat. She felt hairs rising on her arms and neck. Usually even-tempered, she was now bubbling with rage. Taine didn't react well to her growl and mirrored her pose. He was trying to put her in her place, into submission. She was not having it. --- Destiny's collide, they crash and they scar. Rough seas, tidal waves, fighting for dominance in an ocean so deep... Despite the viscous ink of lies and deceit, secrets, sins one breath from leaving the lips. Love is the serenity that can calm all storms and transform all hardened hearts. For to love is to be set free from all shackles that bind you to the darkness. Whether it is the red string of fate or the curse of the moon, you cannot hide from your destiny. IT WILL FIND YOU. So...will you fight it?