The child of Dunne will one day perform an act that will change our world. And with those simple words from the Seer, Akane’s world had been changed, possibly forever. Instead of
dancing around New York, Milan, Paris, Monte Carlo and Los Angeles, she was stuck on a farm in Nebraska babysitting one of the most annoying men she’d ever met in her life.
Except when her charge chose to disappear on her, that was.
“God damn it, Farm Boy. Where the hell are you? I don’t have time for this shit.” Akane Russo stomped through the slushy New York streets and wished she had time for a little
shopping. Here she was in Manhattan, surrounded by luxury, and she couldn’t do crap about it. Shane Dunne had disappeared from his Nebraska farm and the Hob wanted to know
where he was—pronto. It was a pretty stupid stunt for Shane to pull, considering the danger his family was in from the Black Court and the Malmayne clan. They’d already kidnapped
him once and tortured his sister-in-law to get what they wanted. So what the hell was he thinking, running off to New York by himself? She’d thought better of him, but apparently she
was wrong. When most people had the Black Court on their asses they hid behind the Blades like good little boys and girls. Shane, the idiot, just hopped a plane and headed on a
merry little jaunt to New York on some kind of lunatic holiday.
The man was a moron. She no longer had any doubts about that.
She turned a corner and snarled. It was starting to snow again, the cold flakes dripping down the back of her neck, below the collar of her cashmere sweater. “Feh. I hate the cold.”
She sniffed the cold air, desperate for a scent of the Nebraskan, but all she got was exhaust fumes and the frustration of every New Yorker stuck trudging through the slush with her.
“I’m going to kick his ass when I find him. Kick it and then drag it back home.”
She paused, then shook her head. Home? Since when had the Dunne farm become home? Akane was a city girl through and through. No Green Acres for this Prada-wearing female,
thank you very much. Akane crossed the street, glaring at a cabby who dared honk his horn at her.
It was time she “looked” for Shane. She just needed to find a nice, quiet spot to do so, one where she wouldn’t be disturbed for a few seconds. She found it, ducking into a doorway
and staring up at the sky like she was hoping for the snow to stop falling. Which, however you looked at it, she sort of was.
Akane allowed her inner eye to open. The pale star in the center of her left iris expanded, granting her that second sight she so relied on in her work. She focused her thoughts on
Shane, picturing his striking red-gold hair, his sparkling sapphire eyes, his scarred farmer’s hands that had cradled hers so gently.
A swirl of power filled her vision, that green and gold signifying his mixed blood, leprechaun and Sidhe. Beneath that swirling light was Shane, but whatever it was he was doing she
couldn’t tell. The light of his power blinded her to his actions.
Shit. She’d never find Jethro at this rate. She closed down her inner sight with a sigh. She was tired, her feet were cold, and she wanted a latte in the worst way, but if she didn’t find
Shane soon her ass was going to be a chew toy for Robin’s hobgoblins.
She stepped out of the doorway and winced as the last of the evening light glinted off of something metal in the window next to her. She turned her head to catch whatever it was that
had reflected the light.
Akane gasped. She was staring in the window of an art gallery. There, on a black pedestal, surrounded by black velvet, was a silver and brass sculpture. It rose majestically from some
sort of crystal base, seeming to float in the air. It swirled and dipped with ballerina-like grace, dainty and feminine despite the masculine medium of metal and glass. She stepped
closer to the window, enchanted, almost breathless at the sense of flight the figure exuded. She could see wings quivering in the lines of the piece as if it just waited for a moment, a
breath and it would take off, forever free. It spoke of strength, elegance, and a fierce desire to fly.
She wanted it in a way she wanted very little else. The dragoness half of her blood yearned for the piece in a way not even a diehard chocoholic at the window of a Godiva store could
comprehend. She glanced down at the card at the base of the statue, wondering who’d created the piece and if she could afford it. When she read the name of the piece she
Akane, by Shane Joloun. Not For Sale.
“What the hell?” She stomped into the art gallery. Dear gods, she could smell Shane all over the place, his scent rich and earthy and oh so tempting. She grabbed the first person in a
suit she caught. “Excuse me, can I speak to the owner please?”
The owner was soon fetched. “My name is Mr. Klaussner. How may I help you?”
There was something odd about the man’s scent. She took a deep breath, nodding to herself when she smelled pooka and something else, something elusive. He was definitely fae,
that was certain.
The gallery owner eyed her designer attire and his demeanor changed from simple curiosity to an almost puppyish charm.
“The piece in the window. Who made it?”
The man smiled, all charm. He didn’t even question why she didn’t just read the placard under the piece. Her obvious wealth allowed her some eccentricities. “Shane Joloun, of
course. He’s become a famous sculptor in the last five years, and we were thrilled to have a hand in introducing him to the art world.” She nodded, for once speechless. Shane was an
Her eyes strayed back to the sculpture in the window.
He’d named that exquisite piece Akane.
"I just kept reading and reading... When the end came I could have screamed—after all of that it was just getting started with each page it got better and better! No fair Ms. Bell, now I have
to wait!!" Four and a half stars, Manic Readers
"When this dragon and sidhe come together fire is the least of their worries. Artistic Visions has a wonderland of mystical beings weaved together – fae, sidhe, leprechauns, dragons, seers,
vampires and more!" Four stars, Sizzling Hot Book Reviews
"I really like Dana Marie Bell's voice. Her dialogue is snappy, crisp and not over the top. I appreciated Akane's lust for all things shopping and material. She definitely embodies the
stereotype of the dragoness. Shane cracked me up with his antics. All in all, I really liked this addition to the Gray Court. I want to know more about the Hob, though. Hint, hint." Reviewer Top
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"This is a thrill ride of a story, with passion and danger throughout, but there is a wonderfully wicked sense of humor here at work as well. The characters have such vivid personalities, I
expected to look up and see them materialize in front of me." Best Book, Whipped Cream Reviews
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