Nymph's Storm: Purple Oasis, #6

By Laura Greenwood and Arizona Tape

Can a grumpy dryad and an up-beat weather witch find a way to work together?

 

Weather witch Eva is no stranger to being needed, and she expects no different from her arrival at Purple Oasis. 

 

Ford has always preferred trees to people, and now there's a pretty witch in his field who seems to be getting under his skin at every turn. 

 

When a storm comes, the two of them have to figure out how to work together, and uncover something growing between them that neither of them thought was possible. 

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Nymph's Storm is part of the Purple Oasis paranormal romance series. It includes a sweet m/f romance involving a social awkward dryad and a weather witch determined to prove her worth.

If you enjoy light paranormal romances, coming-of-age storylines, post-apocalyptic settings, sweet moments, guaranteed happy endings, and casual magic systems, then start the Purple Oasis series today with Witch's Trust.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Twin Souls Publishing
• Release date: Sep 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201048044

Laura Greenwood

Laura is a USA Today Bestselling Author of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and fantasy romance. When she's not writing, she drinks a lot of tea, tries to resist French macarons, and works towards a diploma in Egyptology. She lives in the UK, where most of her books are set. Laura specialises in quick reads, with healthy relationships and consent positive moments regardless of if she's writing light-hearted romance, mythology-heavy urban fantasy, or anything in between. You can find a full book list and more information on her website, or in The Paranormal Council Facebook Group. Happy Reading!

Book preview

One

Eva

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It was impossible to escape the noise of so many people crammed into a small space, and the sound of it was enough to give me a headache.

I rubbed my temple, trying to banish it before it became unmanageable, especially as we were supposed to have a meeting about our roles here later. I needed to be on top form for that.

Considering all we'd been through since the apocalypse came and went, being in new places shouldn't daunt me, and yet there was something unnerving about being at Purple Oasis.

Maybe it was the canteen itself that was making me feel that way. There were so many people here that it almost felt normal, and I really wasn't sure how to deal with that at the best of times.

Across the table, my twin picked at his food, examining every piece of meat with a discerning eye. This is good quality.

Bemused, I shook my head. Then eat it before someone takes it from you, Max.

I don't think this is that kind of place, he said, subtly gesturing for me to take in our surroundings.

A quick glance around confirmed he was right. There was nothing hostile about the canteen. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Everywhere I looked, there was someone laughing, or leaning back in their chair. A few tables over, a girl seemed to ask her friend to watch her nearly full tray of food while she went to get a drink.

It baffled me that someone could be so trusting after everything we'd all seen.

Besides, looks could be deceiving, and there was no way I was going to miss out on a meal by being unnecessarily trusting.

He's hot, Max said, nodding towards a guy heading past us.

I raised an eyebrow. Are you seriously thinking about guys right now?

Are you not? Eva, Eva, Eva, what am I going to do with you? he teased.

Hopefully stop thinking about my love life, it's weird, I muttered. I shovelled a bite of potato into my mouth.

Who said anything about love? He waggled his eyebrows.

My nose crinkled in distaste. I don't want to know.

Aww, I thought twins were supposed to share these things.

"Never ever say that again." I tried to banish the memory of my brother's inappropriateness while I finished my food. It seemed that he was settling into the more relaxed vibe of life at the Oasis.

I hoped it wasn't going to make it more difficult for him to leave.

My plate was half-empty by the time Collette sat down next to me, her two long braids dangling just above her bowl of stew. Bonjour.

I chuckled. "Bonjour."

A bemused smile lifted her lips. Why are you saying it that way? She started to pick at her food.

Because we're in England now, I reminded her.

I'm still French, Eva, she said, her accent even more noticeable than normal, I swore she did it on purpose sometimes. Her face glimmered with glee like it always did whenever she got to tell people her nationality. Though I wasn't sure why she felt the need to remind me when we'd been together since the world ended as we knew it.

Not that it really mattered anyway. Passports and identity cards had become obsolete. There wasn't anyone there to check ours when we boarded the boat in France, nor was there anyone to check them once we landed in the UK. They didn't even ask for them when we arrived at the Oasis, which made it kind of ridiculous that I'd been holding onto mine and Max's passports for five years. Maybe there was a part of me that was clinging to the past.

Now that I was here, I was going to have to start facing the fact that the world had changed.

So what do we think of Purple Oasis so far? I asked the two of them, curious for their opinion and partly wanting to distract myself from my own thoughts.

Max hummed. It's nice. I like it.

It's… The concentration on Collette's face made it clear how hard she was searching for the right words. Good for now. Colette's slightly lesser enthusiasm almost matched my own.

You're already thinking of leaving?

She paused for a moment before nodding. There has been no sign of Liza yet, so I'm thinking she's not here. I can stick around for a bit, but I think I'll need to leave in order to try and find her.

I nodded encouragingly, knowing that she had reasons of her own for coming to the UK, but still having to hide my dismay about the possibility of us splitting up. I knew it was going to happen eventually but I wasn't going to make her feel bad about it. If there was one thing I learned from the apocalypse, it was that everything and everyone was temporary. Even the things that had once felt like they would last forever.

I think we'll stick around for a bit. I glanced at my brother, not wanting to make any decisions without him. Right, Max?

My twin nodded. They don't have weather witches here so we might be able to put our powers to good use.

Despite my uncertainty about settling in here, there was something about the prospect of staying that felt right. Maybe because the Brewsters had family here, and after the long journey, they'd started to feel like parent figures to us.

Maybe it was nothing to do with them, and everything to do with the way the place felt.

Or perhaps it was simply because I was tired of not having anywhere I could call home and I wanted to change that. I supposed the reason didn't matter too much, not when this was where we were, and the chance for a rest, even a small one, was more than welcome.

Chatter rose around us as a handful of others joined our table, many of them had been members of the group who had come across from France with us.

Hey guys, Ines said, her arm around her girlfriend.

Hey, I responded with a half-wave. It was nice that they came to sit with us, especially as Ines and Susie were often lost in a world of their own and seemed oblivious to everything going on around them.

But I wasn't about to resent them for the love they'd found. I was actually impressed they'd managed to build such a strong