The Dryad in Her Pool

By Allie Standifer

Drunk on Canadian tree sap, Reece Oak accidentally ends up in Quinn's pool. The next morning proves that—drunk or not—this male dryad has just the right stuff to claim his mate...if he can get her to stop arguing with him long enough to listen.

Determined to show his family and friends his life is fine without an immortal mate, Reece Oak drowns his sorrows in the finest Canadian tree sap a dryad can find. The next morning, he wakes up in a strange bed...face to face with his mate.

Quinn's seen a lot of weird things in her life, but a drunk dryad singing commercial jingles while spouting words of love and devotion takes the cake. Before she can call the men in the white coats, Reece sets out to prove his feelings are as real as his magic.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Jan 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781781842058

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The Dryad in Her Pool

ISBN # 978-1-78184-205-8

©Copyright Allie Standifer 2012

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright December 2012

Edited by Stacey Birkel

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Published in 2012 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

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This story contains 53 pages, additionally there is also a free excerpt at the end of the book containing 4 pages.

THE DRYAD IN HER POOL

Allie Standifer

Drunk on Canadian tree sap, Reece Oak accidentally ends up in Quinn’s pool. The next morning proves that—drunk or not—this male dryad has just the right stuff to claim his mate…if he can get her to stop arguing with him long enough to listen.

Determined to show his family and friends his life is fine without an immortal mate, Reece Oak drowns his sorrows in the finest Canadian tree sap a dryad can find. The next morning, he wakes up in a strange bed…face to face with his mate.

Quinn’s seen a lot of weird things in her life, but a drunken dryad singing commercial jingles while spouting words of love and devotion takes the cake. Before she can call the men in the white coats, Reece sets out to prove his feelings are as real as his magic.

Dedication

To my new editor, Stacey—thanks for taking me on and welcome to the nuthouse!

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

GQ: Advance Magazine Publishers Inc.

Jolly Green Giant: Green Giant Company Corporation

Gumby: Prema Toy Co., Inc.

Nordstrom’s: NIHC, Inc.

Tootsie Pop: Sweets Company of America, Inc.

Velcro: Velcro Industries B.V. LLC

Botox: Allergan, Inc.

Hallmark: Hallmark Licensing, Inc.

Jose Cuervo: Tequila Cuervo La Rojeña S.A de C.V.

Chapter One

Everything in her life changed with the sound of a loud splash coming from the backyard. Afraid that Dante had jumped the iron fence around her pool for a midnight swim, she slipped her feet into a pair of flip-flops and headed out of the door.

Flipping the low underwater lights on, Quinn Painton blinked at the sight before her wide-eyed gaze. Instead of her hundred and forty pound, black and brown, spoilt rotten mixed breed dog enjoying a cool swim, a man—gloriously naked—was floating at the six feet mark.

Fear should have sent her running back into the safety of the house, but something held her immobile—eyes wide, mouth gaping open. Men like that didn’t exist outside airbrushed fitness magazines or her battery-sponsored orgasms. She let out a breathy sigh, unable to do anything more productive than check her chin for signs of drool. Everything in her body and mind was totally focused on the unnaturally good-looking guy now lazily floating in her pool.

In a perfectly smooth move, he straightened and she gaped. On his feet he was almost a foot taller than her five eight. The body bared to her greedy gaze had her fantasising about tasting him from head to toe. Then there was his face, with cheekbones that would put even the vainest of supermodels to shame. His longer than fashionable dark hair brushed the middle of his back.

Knowing that standing there staring like a fool was the dead last thing she should be doing didn’t stop her from visually devouring his body. Men as good-looking as this one rarely knew plain, chubby women like her even existed. Cap off her plain vanilla looks with the glasses she sometimes wore, and Quinn was pretty much overlooked much of the time outside of her business. She was used to it and had never really developed high expectations when it came to hot members of the opposite sex.

The sound of a soft splash dragged her attention away from the mystery below his waist. Raising her eyes to his gaze, which was locked on hers, she had to blink a few times to make sure her eyes hadn’t gone funky. The hot stranger in her pool was looking at Quinn like he wanted nothing more than to jump out of the water and devour her in one eager bite. She shivered as he ran his hungry stare over her T-shirt clad body. Her nipples responded to the look by hardening beneath her shirt, and her pussy became drenched with wanton need.

Female, come to me.

The deep vibrations of his voice caused her to jump. Using that deep, sexy tone, he could have made her sing the Canadian national anthem while standing on one foot, juggling baby hippos. Except the term female set off her internal ‘jerk radar’. Something about the anonymous, general, submissive term grated on her nerves. To have had the demeaning form of address come from such a sexy mouth bothered her that much more.

Instead of jumping to follow his curt orders, Quinn crossed her arms under her breasts and impatiently tapped her foot. When Mr GQ’s eyes failed to move higher than her chest, she looked down and to her embarrassment saw her position pushed her generous boobs up higher. Basically, she’d given Naked Guy a big ole shot of her twins without meaning to.

Dropping her arms,