by Rebecca Royce
The Saga of Safe Haven - Book 1
Available from Liquid Silver Books
Download for Amazon Kindle
The only person who can save not one but two dimensions, Hadley Pettigrew is living a simple, undisturbed life on Earth, completely unaware of who and what she is. That is, until a dark, seriously sexy stranger kidnaps her off her science vessel and forces her to change all of her beliefs about what is and is not possible in the course of twenty-four hours.
When faced with the decision of letting his princess continue to suffer or using her daughter to return to his own dimension, Hawk easily chose to kidnap Hadley. What he didn’t anticipate was how much he would admire her intellect or desire her body.
Together Hawk and Hadley will have to overcome past obstacles to carve out a new future, not just for themselves but also for more people than they ever dreamed possible. The first year in a new dimension has arrived. Who will live and who will die is almost as important as who will fall in love.
Scroll down to see the video and read an excerpt.
Almost 150 years ago
It had been sixty years since Annabelle died. How the hell was that possible? Hawk took a swig of the liquid they called alcohol that he’d been nursing, and toasted the universe for its perverse sense of humor. Zamara was still lost to them, living in whatever madness possessed her to continue on with this charade, and he was no closer to rescuing her and bringing her home than he had been when he watched her first born child wither away in a matter of hours and die years before her time.
Walking to the other side of his vessel, he felt the sea-swept air blow his hair out of his face as he seriously contemplated jumping overboard. Oh, he knew it wouldn’t kill him, but at least it might give him some peace to be by himself on the bottom of the ocean for the next decade or so.
His Warrior instincts stood at attention and he knew Jeremiah stood behind him before he ever turned around. Taking a deep breath, he forced the malaise off of his face and brought himself under control.
“What is it, Jeremiah?” He whirled around to face what he was sure would be an accusation of his becoming a traitor or worse, his second in command would be forced to box him up, a fate worse than death.
“So what is the plan, my Prince?”
Jeremiah laughed, raising his head to the sky. “I’m asking you, Prince Hawk, what the plan is now that we’ve both abandoned Zamara. I know you didn’t just do this to us without first making a plan.”
“We didn’t do anything. I walked away. You haven’t done anything of the kind.” Hawk clenched his teeth. His own dishonor was his to bear. He couldn’t have the men following in his wake. That would simply be too much to shoulder.
“If you think I am going to sit there year after damned year and watch as he breeds her for his own sick enjoyment you are hugely incorrect, sir. If you hadn’t left, I would have.”
“We swore a blood oath to do just that--to be by her side, to protect her.” Hawk closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the ship’s railing. He missed his birds. If he could just fly for a few minutes back home in his own dimension he could find some clarity.
Jeremiah’s hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality. The blond-haired Warrior had raised an eyebrow. “Are you drunk?”
Hawk shrugged. “A little bit.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk before.”
“Men in my family don’t get drunk.” Was he slurring his words? He wasn’t sure. “It’s not the Warrior way.”
“Nor do the men in my family.” Jeremiah put out his hand and took the bottle from Hawk. He took a swig and made a face. “It’s disgusting.” Hawk noted it didn’t stop the other man from downing another large sip.
“You haven’t answered my question about your plan.”
Hawk sighed. “We obviously need help. Ninety years ago we arrived here on Zamara’s lifetime’s trip. We have no business still being here. I think we have to go home and get reinforcements. Some kind of mystical help.”
He closed his eyes again. If he’d only realized what was happening sixty years ago, he could have found a way to get back then. Annabelle might still be alive. A tear spilled down his cheek and he wasn’t embarrassed to let Jeremiah see it. He’d already lost so much credibility, how much worse could it get?
Sweet Annabelle who had never harmed a soul. Each day he had known her had been a joy. He couldn’t save Zamara, but her daughter he could protect. The day he’d fallen in love with her, on her twenty-second birthday, and realized she loved him too, had been the best day of his life.
The woman’s soul was pure like the snow that lined the purple mountaintops in Haven. She never needed answers; she never prodded him with questions. It hadn’t mattered to her at all that he hadn’t aged a day in all the time they’d known each other. She was just happy to be with him.
Her red hair had looked like sunset, an unexpected contrast to the dark brown of her eyes. But now they were gone--had been for sixty years--decomposing to nothing more than dirt and ash.
Every second with her had been ... such a relief.“If we want to go home, we’re going to need either Zamara or one of her daughters.”
Hawk’s eyes flew open and his thoughts returned to his present dilemma. “I know and therein lies the problem. I can’t get to Zamara and you and I together are not going to be able to get to the newly born princess.”
Jeremiah cleared his throat. “Did you see her before you left?”
“I couldn’t watch Deirdre die and I didn’t stay to see the next one born.”
“We have to go back, Jeremiah. We can’t leave the Princess there to wallow.”
“What we need, Hawk, is the others. There are more Warriors who feel as we do.”
Hawk slammed his hand down on the railing. “I won’t ask anyone else to follow in my traitorous behavior.”
“I don’t think you’re going to have to ask.”
Hawk spun around. In front of his face, one man after another materialized onto the deck of the ship. Hawk did a quick head count. Fifty souls. He hadn’t expected any help, let alone so many. His heart swelled with pride while he worked at looking aloof and in control.
“I told them to give us a few minutes to talk before they arrived.”
“You did this?”
Jeremiah shrugged. “I did.”
For the life of him, Hawk couldn’t understand why Jeremiah would still feel such loyalty to him after such an abysmal failure, but he would take all the help he could get.
Raising his voice to be heard over the wind, he stepped forward. “I can’t ask this of any of you. What we are doing goes against the blood oath we all swore before leaving Haven.”
“We’ve spoken of that.” Jeremiah walked towards the other men and put his hand on the youngest member, Stone’s, shoulder. “It seems to us that not to do something at this point would be to continue to break our oath.”
“Everyone must not have agreed.” About half of his fighting force was not on deck with them.
“Some people did call us traitors.” Stone’s voice rang out from the crowd. He sounded harsh and his eyes flared with anger. “They’re all traitors. Addicted to what is happening to them and to Pettigrew’s power.”
Hawk shook his head. “Some of them are simply fulfilling their duty.” He wouldn’t, couldn’t condemn them. Not when he was still so unsure about his own decisions.
“You are kinder than I am, Hawk.” Jeremiah’s voice held venom in it and Hawk wondered silently how long his men had been fuming like this and why he had thought he was alone in his worries.
“If you are with me, and I cannot ask you to be, then we need to steal one of the children.” He couldn’t bring himself to call them princesses or ladies anymore. They were abominations. Bred to die and the reason Zamara was locked in her drug induced stupor. He was through fooling around.
A ringing hit Hawk’s ears and he looked abruptly at the sky. Something was coming. The first bolt of lightning hit the ship, sending him backwards and almost overboard. Not wanting to give them a second shot, he jumped up. The humans whom he’d hired to help man his ship didn’t deserve this. They all slept below deck.
It looked like he’d be getting his swim after all.
“Follow me overboard.” He commanded and was glad to hear each of his men jumped into the ocean. They wouldn’t die, couldn’t drown, and hopefully they could draw the fire away.
Pettigrew’s message was clear. He’d just declared war. Hawk didn’t care how long it took, he would get one his daughters and he would use her to get back home. One way or another, no matter how long it took.