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Romantic Suspense/Time Travel/Native Legends
Tokoda's rock 'n roll lifestyle comes to an abrupt halt when he is called back home. He climbs on his Harley and heads back to Spirit Island where Native American legends are known to come to life. Nara is intent on preserving her Ojibwa heritage, and couldn't be happier about her former crush coming back to the Island, and is even happier when the sexy musician finds his way into her bed. The rekindled lovers are thrown back in time, but in opposite directions. Tokoda and Nara must overcome the barbaric Sioux tribe to find one another and look for a way to return to their own time.
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Balanced upright in the canoe, Nara gave the shoreline a cursory glance before pulling her deerskin shift over her head. She closed her eyes, celebrating the freedom this secluded spot on Spirit Island gave her.
In the beginning, the Creator made Spirit Island in order to have a place to call home. He took the cleanest air and the freshest water, along with all the plants, medicine and food he’d ever need. Even today, many came to the sacred Island to speak to the Great Spirit.
The hopes and dreams of her ancestors carried in the breeze that prickled her bare skin. A sense of well-being filled her heart and there was no doubt, the Great Spirit still made Mnido-Maniss his home.
Nara dove into the cool water, revelling in the sensation against her body as she came up for air. She stretched out on her back and stared up at the twinkling stars. What story did they tell as they danced to the rhythm of their own music?
The rattle of shaking branches caused her breath to hitch and she slipped under the blanket of water to hide her nakedness. Someone crouched in the bushes, the whites of his or hers eyes illuminated by the moonlight. Nara swam to the side of the canoe and struggled to slow her breathing as quietly as possible. Cautiously, she peeked over the canoe’s rim and searched the shoreline.
I saw someone, I know I did. Where did they go? Has someone been watching me all along?
The mere thought of a stranger seeing her naked repulsed her. Movement caught her attention and she froze.
Between her and the shore, the water swirled. Nara’s jaw dropped as a ghostly apparition rose up from the mist. Without knowing how, she knew it to be the Underwater Princess of stories told so many times around the campfire.
The beautiful native princess turned her head to face the bushes, her blue black hair settled in layers around her shoulders. With a flick of her wrist, a gust of wind came out of nowhere, whipping the prickly rose bushes into a frenzy.
Suddenly, a man’s pain-filled cry resounded across the river and a figure shot up from behind the bushes and tore off into the darkness of the forest. As quickly as the wind rose up, it calmed. The princess smiled satisfactorily in her direction before fading into the night, leaving behind fireflies of which flew upwards until one couldn’t tell them from the stars.
Nara reached in the canoe for her deerskin shift and pulled it down over her damp hair. Without a sound, she slipped back on board and gazed out on the calm, glass-like water. Since the day her father taught her to guide a canoe, this had been her special place. Never before did the Underwater Princess appear.
Many times it felt as if someone else shared this space with her, but she always thought it to be the Great Spirit. Perhaps it was, or perhaps more than one spirit shared this special place with her. Nara shivered and dipped her paddle in the water. The birch bark canoe her father built sliced through the water effortlessly.
Who hid in the bushes? Whoever it was, they got quite the lashing from the barbs of those prickly rose bushes. To think, the Princess Misshepeshy saved her. The same princess who so many years ago saved her tribe from the imminent ambush of the most feared of all the tribes, the Sioux.
Like a beacon in the night, the light from her father’s fire drew her to shore. She smiled upon seeing him walk down the path toward her. Despite knowing he’d give her the ˜talk’ about her midnight excursions and how it wasn’t safe to be out alone at night, Nara stepped out of the canoe and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Enape stepped back and laughed. “Careful, you’re going to knock us both down.” Her father returned the affectionate gesture and hugged her tight before holding her at arm’s length and searching her eyes. “What’s got into you?”
“Can’t a girl hug her father without having a reason?”
His brow arched. “Most girls, yes. You...?” He shook his head. “I guess it’s pointless to try and get a straight answer from you tonight?”
An unfamiliar rumble filled the night. Nara turned to her father. “What is that?”
Enape shrugged. “Sounds like a motorcycle to me.”
Her heartbeat quickened as it did any time she heard a motorcycle. This time she experienced a different feeling. It was almost like an air of expectation descended on her. Maybe this time it really was Tokoda returning home.