An Elemental Tail
30 Novemeber 2012
Four hundred years ago, Nik was tricked by his lover and left stranded as a powerless, but immortal, human. Now he craves only one thing: to reclaim the book that was once his tail and become a water Elemental again. Unfortunately, he can only locate the book when someone touches the pages. This time he won't be left high and dry.
Isla is left a beautiful leather-bound book in her great-aunt's will, perfect for using during her life drawing classes. However, she can't bring herself to mark the translucent pages until a compelling crimson-haired stranger strips for art.
Nik is torn. Years of enforced humanity have given him a conscience. Despite his best efforts at remaining a heartless water Elemental, he is failing. He is falling for Isla, who has no idea she holds the power of the oceans, and his heart, in her hands.
She approached the table and cleared her throat. "Hi, would you like me to run through the specials or are you ready to order?"
"I know what I want." He raised his gaze and pulled his eyebrows together. "But what is an art student doing here?"
Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. He did remember. Those smiles hadn't been imagined, or meant for someone else. They were for her. Inside she melted, but to him she presented a cool facade like all the charm in the world would leave her unmoved.
"I'm practicing for when I finish my degree." Waitressing was where everyone thought she'd end up. Isla had bigger plans. She wasn't only a fine arts major.
His lips curved in a lush smile that turned her ankles to water, and threatened to send her sprawling to the floor. Get a grip, Isla. She was able to hold his overly familiar gaze because she didn't have to imagine him naked: she knew what lay beneath his clothes.
He laughed, the gentle bubbling of spring water, breaking the tension of the moment. "This is a little uncomfortable. You've seen me naked, and now I am at a disadvantage."
"And I have the drawings to prove it." The words slipped out as she basked in the playful banter.
He placed the newspaper down and leaned forward. "So how do I even the playing field?"