I Will Find You

By Ann Major

"Want it all? Read Ann Major." –New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts 

"I Will Find You" is a short story version of Night Child (Bk 3 Texas: Children of Destiny).

Warning: it has been published recently as one of the stories in Fantasy Lovers.

If you haven't read Night Child or Fantasy Lovers, you won't want to miss this fiery, suspenseful romance!

Haunted by her past, world-famous ballerina Dawn Hayden has no memory of being torn from Kirk MacKay's arms and abducted as a child.

Years later when she's in danger again, the mysterious stranger, who rescues her seems so dazzlingly familiar on a soul deep level, she can't resist him. He, however, is on his guard because he remembers all too well.

"Ann Major's name on the cover instantly identifies the book as a good read." –New York Times bestselling author Sandra Brown 

"No one provides hotter emotional fireworks than the fiery Ann Major." Romantic Times  

Reviews of her TEXAS: CHILDREN OF DESTINY series which she will republish in 2016: 

PASSION'S CHILD (book 1) 
Ann Major begins a high intensity trilogy with PASSION'S CHILD (4-), the dramatic tale of an estranged couple brought back together by the critical illness of their young son. Ms. Major creates a mesmerizing emotional ambiance and strong plot development… Romantic Times 1988 
DESTINY'S CHILD (book 2) 
DESTINY'S CHILD (4) is the impressive second book in Ann Major's CHILDREN OF DESTINY trilogy. A powerful rancher and his feisty private pilot lock horns over his methods of acquiring her family's holdings. The sensual flames burn very brightly indeed while this explosive couple battles toward a highly satisfying resolution. Romantic Times 1988 
This excellent story is intense and emotionally involving. 
—Rendezvous, September 1988 
NIGHT CHILD (book 3) 
A powerful story that is as equally compelling, intense and emotional as the first two. The entire trilogy offers a wonderful reading experience. 
—KW Rendezvous 
NIGHT CHILD (book 3) 
Ann Major's stunning conclusion to her Children of Destiny series, NIGHT CHILD (4+) powerfully blends romance and danger…. The fiery romance will win a reserved spot on many a bookshelf. 
— Romantic Times Magazine 
WILDERNESS CHILD (book 4) 
What a terrific story! The dialogue is fast-paced and snappy, the storyline is exciting, the characterization is great and the love scenes singe the pages. 
— KW Rendezvous 
SCANDAL'S CHILD (book 5) 
SCANDAL'S CHILD is a terrific story that is passionate and intense with some wonderful characterizations. Garret's Cajun mystique makes him a perfect Man of the Month and this story a super reading pleasure. 
— KW Rendezvous 
THE GOODBYE CHILD (book 6) 
The Goodbye Child is a wonderful blend of excitement, intrigue and romance. Don't miss it! 
— KW Rendezvous 




 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Major Press LLC
• Release date: Aug 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781942473916

Ann Major

Besides writing, Ann enjoys her husband, kids, grandchildren, cats, hobbies, and travels. A Texan, Ann holds a B.A. from UT, and an M.A. from Texas A & M. A former teacher on both the secondary and college levels, Ann is an experienced speaker. She's written over 60 books for Dell, Silhouette Romance, Special Edition, Intimate Moments, Desire and Mira and frequently makes bestseller lists.

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Prologue

Dawn Hayden’s toe shoes banged against oak flooring.

Outside the sky above Manhattan was flat gray, the washed-out color of old zinc. The trees were bare and dead looking; the windows shut against the cold. It was a day like any other of the season, a day without the slightest warning that the familiar pattern of her life was about to change, completely and irrevocably.

She wore a white leotard and tights. A gold medallion in the shape of a tiny sun flashed at her throat. It was the only piece of jewelry she ever wore. Where it had come from, who might have given it to her, she did not know. But of all the things she possessed, the necklace was the most precious. She never took it off—even when she performed. Lincoln had objected at first, but even he now regarded it as some sort of talisman, some secret ingredient in the formula of her phenomenal success.

A cold northern light filled the studio and blazed from the cool glass mirrors. Dawn’s long black hair was down, soft and caressing against her exquisite neck. She was dancing alone to the crashing discord of rippling piano notes, her shapely legs whirling in a series of endless turns. Other girls in layers of sweaters and leg warmers were lined against the wall, watching her in a state of breathless awe.

No one in the company danced as Dawn danced. No one was like her. No one worked as hard, sacrificed as much for her art. In the studio she worked until she dropped. On stage she was an electric presence. The night before when she had danced Ondine, she’d received numerous curtain calls. Her dressing room had been packed with cards and flowers.

Dawn Hayden was Lincoln Wilde’s darling.

There was magic in her dancing. When she danced, one had the feeling in the pit of one’s stomach that something momentous was happening. Even during rehearsals.

But not a single one of the girls envied her.

Because she had no life, none at all, outside the theater.

Miss Hayden is the ice princess of dance, one critic had exclaimed, and the label had stuck.

The studio door slammed, and the piano music faltered and then stopped abruptly as a tall golden man in a black turtleneck and slacks strode inside the huge studio and propped himself onto a stool dead center. All the girls sat up a little straighter and cast smiles in Lincoln Wilde’s direction, hoping to catch his attention. But he frowned, cocked his head back, crossed his legs and watched Dawn.

Dawn stopped dancing and glared at him for a long moment. Then she limped toward him on her bad ankle.

So, Lincoln murmured, the rumors are true. You’ve gone behind my back and learned my new ballet when I told you I would never give it to you. Who taught you those steps?

Blazing dark eyes met his, and as always he was struck by her intense charisma. She was a small woman, her bone structure as fragile and delicate as a bird’s, and yet she was a creature of infinite grace and loveliness. A power in his theater, on stage and off. She was white skinned, black haired, long necked. Not so different from the other ballerinas and yet completely different. When she danced, she was incomparable. Lincoln had lived his adult life surrounded by beautiful young women, all vying for his favor, but even he had been irresistibly drawn to her ever since she’d come to his ballet school as a lonely child on a scholarship and had thrown herself into ballet with such energy.

She was perspiring, and she whipped the heavy mass of her hair forward over her shoulder and let it tumble loosely over her gently heaving bosom to her waist.

I watched you showing Marguerite, she said, leaning down and picking up a white sweatshirt.

You waste your time, and your time belongs to me. You should have been rehearsing for the gala.

One of the girls along the wall hiccupped. There were nervous giggles. These battles between the artistic director and his ballerina were common. With an impatient wave of his hand Lincoln dismissed the other girls, and they quickly fled. The pianist grabbed her sheet music and scurried after them.

They scare so easily, Dawn murmured dryly, yanking her sweatshirt over her head.

And you constantly rebel, he whispered fiercely. You do so in front of the others to incite them, I think.

She lifted her chin. Her hand touched her necklace and then fell away. You constantly hold me back.

Because I, not you, am the artistic director here. I know what you can do better than you do.

I’m not a child any longer. I can’t accept that.

You never come to my class.

She would not look at him. "I have