Corby: Sapphic Soulmates, #2
By Helen Jayne
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In her dreams, Corby has no inhibitions. When she meets the woman of her dreams, she has the confidence to do all those things and more.
Corby is not afraid of taking risks, but to give up everything for a new life in a strange land all for the love of a woman may be a step too far.
Blessed by the ancient gods of Olympus, Vick is the raven princess. Her people, the Corax, have a long history and many traditions. They also have huge black wings for when they need to fly.
Vick didn't expect to find love through a chance encounter, but she can't argue with the pull toward her soulmate.
Corby is a sizzling lesbian fantasy romance for adult readers. There is no cheating. No one dies. There are plenty of cute women, and there is a happy ending.
A magical lesbian fantasy romance of 41,000 words.
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Corby - Helen Jayne
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Three sizzling stories of immortal Greek goddesses and the women they love today.
Soulmates, magic, and loyalty.
CORBY: In her dreams, Corby has no inhibitions. When she meets the woman of her dreams, she has the confidence to do all those things and more.
Corby is not afraid of taking risks, but to give up everything for a new life in a strange land all for the love of a woman may be a step too far.
Blessed by the ancient gods of Olympus, Vick is the raven princess.
Her people, the Corax, have a long history and many traditions. They also have huge black wings for when they need to fly.
Vick didn’t expect to find love through a chance encounter, but she can’t argue with the pull toward her soulmate.
CHAPTER ONE
Hot and sweating, she lay on the bed for a moment to take stock.
Gonna party it up like I’m ninety years old,
Corby declared to the ceiling, grinning before rolling over and planting her face against the pillows. Early bedtime, lots of sleep, and hours and hours for reading. She’d do a whole novel in one sitting, and an entire series over a few days.
This is the best.
The soft bed smelled a little musty, but Corby didn’t let the odor deter her happiness. She’d just lugged her suitcases up the stairs and unpacked everything for her three-month stay. It had been just this side of an Olympic feat, considering the stifling humidity she’d done it in.
A place to stay on her own, felt liberating after four long years at a university, sharing a cramped dorm room with strangers. Finally, she had her own massive, private domain, even if it was only temporary.
The silence sounds golden.
She rose from the bed, moved to the window, and looked out over the backyard of Dr. Kilpatrick’s house. The lawn spanned only about fifty feet before it met the forest. When Corby’s parents had approached her about house-sitting for their family friend, she’d hesitated. The house was located on the edge of a small town surrounded by woodland. Setting up home in a big old house surrounded by a forest sounded creepy. Horror movies were set in small towns just like Beaumont, after all. The way it looked on the internet, the tiny town of Beaumont had sprung up between the trees.
After spending all her life in the busy city of Riverside, house-sitting for three months offered a great chance for Corby to embrace nature. She’d once loved nature and parks, and bird watching, but she’d never ventured out into the wilderness alone.
As the time neared, she deliberately didn’t read any Gothic horror or Stephen King, or watch The Walking Dead, for that matter.
Once she arrived there, however, she found the forest beautiful. From the moment she’d neared the town in the car, she’d itched to get out there. There were few things in her life she’d been so drawn to. With trees starting literally at the foot of the yard, she had every reason to get out there. After doing chores in the house and lawn, she’d have time to explore.
Corby abandoned the window.
She bunched up the dust sheet, then tossed it through the open doorway to land in a heap on the floor of the landing. Dr. Kilpatrick had said she’d find a washer and dryer in the basement, along with some window-mounted air conditioners.
With sweat dripping down her forehead and back, she figured it was too damn warm to do anything but focus on getting the window AC units put into place. She’d take a window AC over nothing any day of the week.
She began heading down to the basement with the full intention of getting cool air set up. Having been focused for so long on her studies, at which she’d excelled, she became easily distracted by this new environment. She took a roundabout route in order to tour the substantial property on the way—at least, that was the plan.
She poked her head into every room and closet on the ground floor, which didn’t take long.
A sliding glass door from the living room opened onto a small patio with furniture: a round table with an umbrella and four chairs sitting next to a covered barbecue. Corby had never grilled before, and she wondered if she should take advantage or stay far, far away in case she set fire to everything.
The grass would soon need mowing. Corby tucked that chore away, slotting it in around the cleaning she wanted to do. Dr. Kilpatrick had a riding lawn mower, and Corby looked forward to taking it out for a spin. She’d never been on one before, but they looked like a blast.
The forest guarded the horizon.
Corby lingered on the patio, observing the tree-lined distance for a while. Since becoming an adult, she’d not been much of an outdoorsy girl, but something was appealing about the woods that made her want to investigate.
She hoped to reconnect with the kid inside her. Not right then, of course, Corby was too practical for that. The sun headed swiftly to the horizon, and she wasn’t interested in wandering into the forest at dusk. Getting lost in the dark on her first night in Beaumont wasn’t on her bucket list. It was far better to get her new home all set up. There’d be plenty of time to explore later.
Corby took one last glance at the black line of forest, then shook her head and returned inside the house. One day she’d get out there. Tomorrow, perhaps.
But she stopped at the sliding glass doors and glanced back, the pull growing stronger by the moment. Ugh. She couldn’t resist. Okay, fine, she’d go just a few feet, staying within sight of the house. A short walk wouldn’t hurt, right? A chance to stretch her legs.
Forgetting everything else, she raced to grab some essentials. Her compass, map, and most important of all, a phone in case she got lost. If need be, she’d be able to call for help or use the GPS to find her way out.
Just a quick look around, and then she’d get back to setting up the house.
The second day, the pull to explore the forest was even greater, and Corby went with it. She had plenty of time to sort out her living space, but after her hard work at college, she’d deserved time for relaxation. It was her second day in Dr. Kilpatrick’s house and her second trip into the forest.
She hadn’t walked far from the property when she’d stumbled on the beautiful spot. A perfect place for enjoying the natural beauty of the forest. She sat for a moment on a moss-covered mound surrounded by ancient gnarled trees, twisted into spooky shapes.
Corby entertained the idea of curling up on the velvety-soft moss in the clearing and relaxing in the dappled sunlight, which broke through the canopy overhead. She might even pull out a book to read. She had about a thousand titles in her backpack because who the hell traveled without an eReader?
Under the cool cover of the trees, Corby appreciated the relief from the powerful sunlight that would burn her skin if she sat out for an hour. Sunshine so bright, it would reflect harshly off the paper pages of real books. She liked the slightly cooler temperature within the forest, especially as she hadn’t yet got the air conditioning installed in the upstairs bedroom windows. Last night had been too hot for words. She might take a nap right there.
The urge to curl up with a thousand books didn’t last for long, though.
A shrill squawk distracted Corby’s attention from the trail mix she’d just opened. Instinctively, she turned toward the sound but saw nothing other than dense woodland.
She’d sat a mere matter of minutes before hearing the noise. The continued squawking disturbed the peaceful beauty. It grew bolder and louder, and seemed near, although she couldn’t tell for sure.
As a townie by background, Corby was unused to how sounds traveled through the trees. She didn’t need a rural upbringing, though, to recognize the sound of not one but several birds becoming more frantic. Urban-bred city woman, she may be, but when she was much younger, Corby had been an enthusiastic ornithologist. Leaving the town to get into the parks and open spaces to see the birds whenever the opportunity arose was once a hobby she’d loved. Although, that had been ten years ago or more, and so her factual recall on all things bird-related was a little rusty.
Her interest in bird watching waned in her teenage years when school studies became more intense. And there were many other extracurricular distractions through the puberty years, from video games to pop music to girls.
Curious about the source of the din, Corby closed the bag of trail mix and set out to investigate the noise that was impossible to ignore.
She picked her way slowly and carefully through the trees, hoping not to disturb whatever was going on. She was no expert, yet she sensed that such a continued ruckus in the forest wasn’t normal. The hum of cicadas and the chirp of songbirds? Sure. But the noise wasn’t birdsong. Something out there distressed the birds.
Corby followed the commotion, and before long, she wandered into a tiny clearing. At the bank of one of the still ponds clustered a congress of ravens. Corvids, as she’d suspected, by the sounds of them. Good to know she hadn’t forgotten everything about birds. Though she hadn’t tapped into that knowledge for more than a decade, her recall may not have been as rusty as she’d thought.
There had to be at least fifteen or twenty ravens, at a quick guess. With black feathers ruffled and reflecting the sunlight, they hopped, skipped, and squawked at the water’s edge, distressed about something. There were so many of them, Corby couldn’t get a read on the cause of their concern.
Cautiously, she approached.
The water of the pond glimmered in the sunlight, its surface disturbed now and then by passing water striders. Tall grass grew along one side of the bank. If it weren’t for the unholy ruckus of the ravens, it would be a perfectly peaceful place to relax. The forest seemed full of such magical spots.
The ravens soon noticed her. They all turned and stared at her, their dark eyes severe.
They were carrion birds. The mythology surrounding them marked them as bad omens associated with death, and the very look of them brought all of those things to mind. With sharp beaks and brutally curved claws, they appeared menacing.
One rose and batted its wings in front; its squawking grew shrill.
Calmingly or defensively, or perhaps intending both, Corby raised her hands with palms outward and took a step back. Whoa, it’s okay.
She swallowed hard. Sorry. If you want me to, I’ll just leave.
The nearest ravens hopped toward her with feathers puffed and beaks closed.
As they moved away from the group, Corby glimpsed what lay at the heart of the kerfuffle.
A fallen raven lay on the bank of the pond. One of its wings stuck out at an unnatural angle; the other lay spread out so that the tip dipped into the water.
Corby had no idea if the ravens had done that to the injured bird or if the injuries were unrelated, but either way, it was in bad shape. Predators devoured birds with broken wings, saving them from a slow death by starvation. The prospect for the creature was grim. If Corby walked away, the bird on the bank of the pond would die.
Hey,
Corby frowned. I can tell you’re not fond of me, but I will not let that bird die. So all of you can just go away.
She waved her hands—a show of bravery that she didn’t feel. The birds squawked. Go! Get out of here.
If looks could kill, sixteen sets of eyes would have seen her leave the mortal coil.
Ravens didn’t just scavenge and eat scraps; they were intelligent hunters who worked together.