A Darkly Enchanted Romance
- The Harvest Moon
On the night of a harvest moon, in the shadows of late autumn, Malcolm comes across a quaint village tucked away in the forest. It seems the perfect spot for a weary traveller to lay his head, and maybe find a little company. But there is dark magic afoot, and lots of local gossip swirls around the seductive titian-haired weaver, Daniel. All Malcolm seeks is a night's pleasure. He never suspected he would have to worry about losing his life. Or his heart.
This novelette is about 13,000 words in length and the first entry in the Darkly Enchanted Romance Series.
About This Series
Historical romance with a paranormal edge! The Darkly Enchanted Romance series takes its inspiration from mythology, fairytales, folklore, and legend to give you sweet and sultry romances with just a touch of spookiness. Witches, ghosts, and mythical creatures - you know never what you might fall in love with in these enchanted stories.
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Publisher: Moody Boxfan Books
Heat Level: 2
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Word Count: 13,300
Setting: English countryside
Languages Available: English
“Because he is a witch,” she answered with a small downward jerk of her cane so that it struck the wooden floor like a judge’s gavel. “There are those who visit our hamlet. They come on the night of a harvest moon in the shadows of late autumn, stopping here, for respite or relief.” She waved her hand, fanning out her fingers. “And then they disappear like morning dew from the grass. Gone. Leaving behind all they carried—their coin, their clothing, their horses, their carriages, everything a man needs. Abandoned.”
She cast her rheumy eyes on Malcolm.
“And they are all last seen in the company of a young man with flame-colored hair.”READ MORE
Malcolm froze, feeling as if his body was suddenly made of stone. He wanted to admonish the old woman, tell her that she was a fabulist and full of superstition. He wanted to laugh in the faces of them all. Yet he could not shake the queer feeling that had overtaken him—that he had somehow managed to escape the very fate of which she spoke.COLLAPSE