Meet the heroine of Mist Revealed—Cat
In fact, her great-grandmother was a brilliant biologist whose
research advanced science during World War II. Only, she made many of her
discoveries while pushing the envelope of ethical behavior. Cat can’t help
feeling as though she lives under the woman’s shadow. She also worries that she
too will one day be tempted to utilize less than reputable avenues to get the
data she desperately wants. Fortunately, she’s always had a voice of reason in
her sister Janice. That all changes, however, when she succumbs to an unknown,
Myths, mysteries and emotions she’s never had to deal with surround her in the misty and cold land. Her reasonable, orderly world is thrown off kilter and the only thing she can rely on is a man who somehow accomplishes the impossible—he changes her focus from science to love. She’s just not so sure she can accept it
…without facts to explain why she feels the way she does.
By Nancy Corrigan
Elemental Desire, Book 1
A woman seeking answers…
A man searching for treasure…
Rune, a child of the mist, awakens into a world hovering on the verge of destruction. Ragnarok is coming. His enemies have been released from their prison. And he’s discovered the one woman who can thaw his frozen heart. But the race to stop the final battle isn’t the time to fall in love. Or is it?
A discovery that will change everything…
Life evolves, and what was lost can be recovered. But the truth revealed isn’t the one Cat or Rune expects. The impossible has become reality. And two lovers must make a choice—adapt or die.
Author’s note: Mist Revealed was previously released as Mist Unveiled and has been
“The cursed ones have returned!” A wrinkly woman with cataracts wobbled forward on the arm of the teenage boy Rune had seen at the hotel.
Francis jumped to his feet, a lithe move for a male of his advanced years. “Irene, hush now, before you frighten Miss Saunders.”
by Irene’s eyes deepened. “Frighten? Well, she
should be. You all should be.” Her steady, accusing gaze skimmed the crowd
before settling on Francis. “I told you they’d awoken. You did not believe.
Now, do you believe? We are doomed!”
Rune squinted to bring her blurry image into focus. The effort it took to keep the dying male’s mind quiet sucked precious energy from him. “What are you talking about, woman?”
The crowd’s cries turned to whispers as if they too waited
on her answer.
She clicked her tongue. “They call it global warming.” Her nose wrinkled. “It’s not. I’ve tried to tell them.” She waved a gnarled hand at the crowd. “Ragnarok is coming.”
Gasps and curses drifted from the bystanders. A few people blessed themselves and hurried away. Others shook their heads.
Rune swallowed hard. “What makes you think that?”
The woman yanked the boy’s arm. He led her closer. “My father passed on the stories of the bringers of Doomsday. Eldjötnar, he called them. Fire-wielding blood drinkers who would kill the old gods once and for all so they could shape the new world. I didn’t believe him, not until the staff washed up on shore.”
Rune sucked in a breath, a response he couldn’t stop.
The older female chuckled. “You know of the old
too? Their hoarded treasure has been found.”
His heart raced. “Where? Where is it?”
More cackling laughter. “Gone. All gone.”
A cold gust of wind swept into the room. She glanced over her shoulder. The sight that met her stopped her heart. Rune stood just inside the doorway, mist swirling around his feet. She looked from the odd fog to his face. The light from the nearby lamp left half of it in
shadows. It didn’t dim his expression, however.
Hungry. Intense. Primal.
He focused his blue-gray eyes on her. She couldn’t have looked away if she wanted to.
“Catherine? You there? Your image cut out. All I hear is wind wailing.”
Wind? What wind?
Rune glanced from her to the computer. The lights flickered. A pop sounded. She gasped and swung her head to peer at her computer. Only a black screen showed. The lights wavered again, then went out.
The sound of a door slamming tore a squeak from her throat. Her heart raced. She hated the dark.
cast a small sliver of
light across the room, not enough to see much but it calmed her frantic pulse.
“The power went out.” She stated the obvious, but she had to say something. The silence threatened to stir her anxiety.
He didn’t respond.
A shiver raced down her spine. The cold air Rune had let in chilled her. She rubbed at her arms to warm them. It didn’t help. Her teeth chattered. “Do you have a generator? It’s going to get pretty uncomfortable in here soon.”
Hands caught her hips from behind. A hard body pressed along her back. And the scent of a crisp autumn day filled her lungs. She relaxed into him. Rune hooked his arms around her waist. She tugged them tighter. The warmth he gave off felt heavenly compared to the icy air fogging her breath.
“Who was the male you were talking to?”
“Is he your lover?”
Not seeing any reason to lie, she answered. “Sometimes. We’re not serious.”
He buried his face in the crook of her neck. For a long moment, he only breathed slowly. Each exhale
“You won’t touch him again.” He pressed his lips to her ear. “I won’t share
The stark possessiveness in his voice and words should’ve made her see red. It didn’t. Confusion over why he’d care surfaced instead.
“Share me? What are you talking about?”
“Your body, Cat.” He kissed her, right below her ear. Another shiver raced down her spine. Desire fueled it. She was no longer cold. “And your heart, your life, your future. They’re mine.”
Oh. Dear. God.
Arousal flowed with his low gravely declaration. Every inch of her body tingled, eager for his touch.
Hello? Modern woman here. The alpha male attitude should not push me into a state of instant desire. It did, though. She didn’t want to consider what that said about her.
“Don’t I get a say in this?”
He clamped his mouth over her neck and nibbled. His teeth scraped her, and a groaned sigh escaped him. He eased back so only his lips brushed her skin.
“Oh yes. You get the final say. I will never take anything from you that you don’t willingly give.” He covered her lower belly with his spread fingers, then inched them higher. At her waistband, he popped the button, tugged the zipper and shoved her jeans down. “And you offered to feed me.”
Warning: For readers 18+ due to the explicit nature of love scenes.
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A little about Nancy…
A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.
She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in
but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for
her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over
into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of
forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in
shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in
Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other
interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and