Warriors in Bronze Book 2
by Nancy Lee Badger Genre: Paranormal Romance
A Scottish Highlander falls in battle only to awaken beside bronze statues at a present-day museum. Befriended by a beautiful Fae creature and her allies, he must defeat a demon or die.
At an American museum, surrounded by Auguste Rodin’s bronze statues, a Scottish Fae beauty is at a crossroads. Now that Gwendolyn’s friends are engaged, and the demon they fought vanquished, should she return home? After committing a terrible act, she could not explain to her cousin why she had appeared on his doorstep.
Alexander awoke in darkness inside a bronze statue, remembering how the green of Scotland’s Culloden field had turned red with blood that day in 1746. Had he died before awakening nude and sightless in front of strangers in present-day Raleigh, North Carolina? The mystery of how was overshadowed by why. Told that another warrior awoke when a demon threatened to take over the world, had a second demon escaped Hell? When the demon appears and demands Gwen join him, Alex must use all his new skills, weapons, and Heaven-sent powers to keep her and the world safe.
A tap on the outside of his tomb sent a blast of energy tearing through the Highlander. From the sudden screams of the females, he assumed the Frenchman felt it as well. It was very painful, and his limbs convulsed.
The next moment, air was plentiful, the stone beneath his back gritty, and the scent of something both delicious and sensual forced his nostrils to flare. When he snapped open his eyes, to see the people who had freed him from his dark home, he saw nothing.
“Be this nightfall?” he whispered, finding his throat in desperate need of ale, or whisky. He pushed to sit up with nearly useless limbs. Several large hands grasped him beneath his shoulders and helped him to his feet. He stood as still as his numb legs could manage and blinked. Still nothing. He rubbed his hands over his chest and sides. Recalling a brief memory of a cannon blast, he said, louder, “Do ye see any wounds?”
Still nothing, until a whisper of air and a delicious scent told him at least one of the strangers had stepped closer.
“Sam,” a female voice said, “he is naked.” Really? They can see all of me, yet I see nothing? Did they know he was as helpless as a newborn bairn? Should he share his feebleness, or would that give them cause to dispatch him without a second thought?
He straightened his shoulders, and their hands fell away. He staggered but kept upright and spread his feet, angling for more control of his limbs. A deep breath was invigorating, but where did the scent originate? Whatever or whoever it was, it filled his lungs with hope and sustenance.
His stomach growled, and the female closest to him laughed. “We should have saved some chicken wings for the lad.”
When delicate fingers stroked his arm, he gasped.
Nancy Lee Badger grew up in Huntington on New York’s Long Island, where school field trips to lofty museums were the norm. After attending Plymouth State, in New Hampshire, she earned a Bachelor of Science degree in Art Education and met and married her college sweetheart. They raised two handsome sons in Rumney, New Hampshire, where Nancy volunteered as an EMT and firefighter while working full-time. When the children had left the nest, and shoveling show became a chore, she retired from her satisfying job as a 9-1-1 Emergency Medical Dispatcher and moved with her husband to North Carolina, where she writes full-time.
Nancy is a member of Romance Writers of America, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers, Fantasy-Futuristic & Paranormal Romance Writers, and the Triangle Association of Freelancers. She loves to travel and attend Scottish Highland Games and is never far from her laptop. She finds story ideas in the most unusual places.