Tarrah's Dream

By Shiloh Darke and TBD

For centuries, Bastian, the second brother cursed to live as a Gargoyle, has wished for an end to his imprisonment, but no rescue has come. He has resigned himself to his fate. He even tells himself he doesn’t mind it, because, during the light of day for the past several years, he has discovered freedom in his dreams. In them, he has come

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gypsy Shadow Publishing
• Release date: Mar 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781619505247

Shiloh Darke

What to say about myself? Gee... I'm not sure. I'm a wife, a mother, and even a GRANDMOTHER... But call me MiMi! I LOVE to tell stories! It is just about my favorite thing to do. Ever since I was a little girl, I've LOVED a good romance. But not just ANY romance. No way! I have to have adventure, excitement, danger, thrills and chills as well. What's the point in just a regular old, PREDICTABLE romance? If I can tell halfway through the book what is going to happen, where's the fun in that? As if you can't already tell, I love to read about as much as I love to write! I read romance, mystery, horror, fan fiction (Mostly Harry Potter or True Blood) and anything else that catches my eye. I also write stories for younger readers age 14 and up; YA novels under the pen name of Rowan Shannigan. I'm working on my second novel in the first series I've started under that alias. Check it out at http://feeltheawareness.weebly.com if you are interested. Same CRAZY kind of stories, just a little less intense. If you don't try it, you don't know what you're missing!

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Contents

Copyright Page

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Epilogue

About the Author

Tarrah’s Dream

by Shiloh Darke

All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Aug. 2009 by Shiloh Darke

Cover Art Copyright © 2009 by Shiloh Darke and Charlotte Holley

Gypsy Shadow Publishing

Lockhart, TX 78644

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ISBN: 978-1-61950-524-7

Published in the United States of America

First eBook Edition: October 7, 2009

Dedication

To everyone who ever found love, just by letting themselves look a little deeper at the person within. Sometimes the love of your life doesn’t come in a pretty package. The beauty is wrapped deeply inside.

Chapter One

Tarrah folded the last shirt and packed it into the suitcase, her mind still trying to wrap around the idea of her taking this trip. It wasn’t just any jaunt. This was her dream journey, in more ways than simple explanation could describe.

France was the one place she had always wanted to be. When she was a child, she had often begged her mother to move there. When her mother responded once by asking her why she wanted to go there so badly, Tarrah had looked at her as if she was daft and answered,Because that’s where I belong.

To her, it had always seemed she did belong there. From a very young age she had been enamored with everything about it; the language, the history. The country was not merely beautiful to her, but it also felt right, like it was where she was destined to be. But it wasn’t merely her attraction to the country that made her desire to go there so much half so much as the recurring dreams that had visited her ever since the night she had turned seventeen.

The dreams had started simply. A castle. A moonlit sky from the balcony. A man’s voice, whispering her name and calling to her, entreating her to come to him. Over time, the dreams had become more vivid. Everything was clear to her except his face. His body finally joined the voice, enticing her and promising her tempting delights. He beckoned her to come to him in those beautiful dreams; he spoke of the nights and how he felt free whenever she came to him.

The dream she held most dear was when he had touched her the first time. She had felt the cool caress of his hands as they touched her, pulling her gently into his embrace.

The strangest thing about this dream was that she never saw the owner of the arms or the voice. His face was always surrounded in shadow. Never once in all these years had she been able to put a face to her dream lover. But the one thing she did know was, if he existed, he was in France.

So when Rachel had called and begged her to come join her there, it had not taken much to convince Tarrah to throw caution to the wind and ready herself to go. It had taken her all of two minutes to get up the gumption to call her boss and