The Mammoth Book of Paranormal Romance

would have sunk other ships and drowned many more people to satisfy his bloodlust.”
    “And now?” Izzy asked.
    “See for yourself,” the Sorceress said, looking up.
    The lighthouse was shining out, warning of the rocks. The steamer was turning slowly but surely back to sea. The tragedy had been averted, the past was changed, and Zek had satisfied the Sorceress’ commands.
    The Sorceress met his gaze. “You want to know what will happen now.”
    He tightened his arm about Izzy. “I know what I want to happen now.”
    “A life together,” Izzy said, pushing her dripping hair out of her eyes. “A long, happy, uneventful life together.”
    The Sorceress smiled. “Done.”
    A heartbeat later she was gone and they were alone on the cliff top. The storm was clearing and the sea growing calmer. It occurred to Izzy that she was now a resident in another time, but the lack of mod-cons was a small price to pay for all she’d gained.
    “Will you be happy?” Zek asked, reading her mind.
    “Yes.” She cupped his face in her palms, kissing his cold lips to warmth. They turned back towards the lighthouse just as the sun came through the clouds, the rays weak at first but growing stronger, the lighthouse keeper and his wife.

Blood Song
Lynda Hilburn
    “Are you sure you should walk home alone, Grace? Even in a small town like Boulder, women can’t be too careful,” a female voice called out.
    Grace finished locking the door to her sound-healing studio and turned to the group of attendees still lingering on the sidewalk in front of the building. She looked into their sincere faces and smiled. It was the same every time. People got so energized after participating in the sound circle that they tried to stretch the evening out as long as possible. She, on the other hand, yearned for peace, quiet and a large glass of wine. After a session, she needed to be alone to recharge. Walking home through the quiet, tree-lined streets at the end of the evening had become a private pleasure.
    Grinning, she reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out a small aerosol canister. “Don’t worry about me.” She raised the container. “I’ve got my trusty pepper spray. I’m armed and dangerous. Besides, my house is only a few blocks up the hill and, in all the years I’ve lived here, nobody’s ever bothered me.”
    She almost mentioned she’d never even encountered a mountain lion, but decided not to broach the issue. It wouldn’t be wise to give the group any more ideas about why she might need company - whether she wanted it or not. Nothing scary had ever happened to her - fanged predators or otherwise. Unfortunately, she thought, nothing exciting, either.
    “I’ll see you at the next sound circle.” She waved and hurried down the street before the singers could foil her escape. She loved all her clients and circle members, but it had been a long week and it wasn’t over yet.
    Taking a couple of deep breaths, she felt herself begin to unwind. She walked until she came to a dead end, then turned towards the foothills, climbing the gentle trail that led to her house. She gazed up and smiled. The full moon illuminated the peaks of the Rocky Mountains, outlining them in breathtaking detail against the star-studded tapestry of the night sky. Lights from the houses sprinkled across the canyon glittered like suspended fireflies in the magical darkness.
    The late summer air held a subtle hint of fall, her favourite season, and she fantasized about the autumn equinox sound ritual she’d be creating again this year. She had invited sound healers from all over the world to participate. Thinking about the event, she remembered the face of the handsome Brazilian musician she’d met at the summer solstice celebration in Rio.
    He’d smiled at her with those amazing, full lips — displaying wicked dimples and beautiful white teeth - and she’d lost the ability to speak. His eyes were the colour of the Mediterranean Sea, and she’d longed to dive in. That memory caused heat to shimmer through her body, and she unbuttoned her jacket.
    Of course, she hadn’t had the courage to take him up on his unspoken offer. So, what else was new?
    She’d mailed him an invitation to her equinox ritual, and she didn’t know what worried her more - that he wouldn’t attend, or that he would.
    She shook her head, thinking how pitiful it was that even the thought of the musician caused her body to overheat. She was too old for that kind of