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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Behind the Enchanted Door

ISBN # 1-4199-0394-2

Edited by Briana St. James.

Cover art by Willo.

Electronic book Publication: January 2006

This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written

permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-

3502.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales

is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

Warning:

The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This book has been

rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-

rotic), and X (X-treme).

S- ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.

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B EHIND THE E NCHANTED D OOR

Arianna Hart

Dedication

This book is dedicated with deep appreciation to two marvelous friends and

fantastically talented authors, Jewell Mason and Leigh Wyndfield. Without their

constant support I’d never have made it through the writing of this book. Thank you so

very much for your understanding and kindness when I was losing my mind. I

appreciate you talking me back from the ledge.

Also, I wouldn’t be able to write a single word without the loving support of my

very own “patron of the arts”, my husband Paul. Thanks for putting up with fish sticks

for supper, a messy house and children running around in their pajamas when you got

home from work. I love you in this and every other world.

Last but not least, I’d like to thank my parents, my aunt and my sisters who have

had faith in me even when I didn’t. There really is nothing stronger than family.

Especially one full of Irish chicks. I love you all so very much.

Behind the Enchanted Door

Prologue

Xodo Forest, Zandermer

How could someone who lived for over a thousand years be so stupid? Trella

flapped her iridescent wings in a fit of adolescent pique. Just because she was the only

fairy born this century didn’t mean she had to be watched over every single second. Her

mother was just so annoying . Didn’t she understand anything?

Trella slipped between the thinning trees to the edge of the forest and shot a wary

look over her shoulder. She didn’t see any watchers but that didn’t mean they weren’t

there. With a nervous shake of her wings and a matching flutter in her stomach, she

skipped out of the trees and towards the shifters’ encampment.

Huge bonfires were already alight and several of the older girls were dancing

around them in wild abandon. Trella searched for her friend Leis’al among the dancers

but didn’t spot her. The flashing of blades caught her gaze and a shiver chased down

her spine.

The fae couldn’t touch steel but their neighbors, the shape shifters, wielded the

deadly metal in a dazzling display that was both lovely and feral. The young men

dancing with their swords wore only breeches that left little to the imagination and

Trella shivered for an entirely different reason.

“Trella! Over here!” Leis’al waved to her, holding two cups filled to the brim.

Trella flitted over to her friend, trying to appear nonchalant, like she snuck out to

shape shifter celebrations all the time.

“Why aren’t you dancing with the other girls?” she asked, taking one of the cups

and sipping cautiously. Shifter drinks tended to be very potent and if she didn’t want to

get caught sneaking back into the palace she’d have to stay sober.

“Those ninnies,” Leis’al snorted. “The only dancing they’re interested in is on their

backs. They’re just trying to catch the attention of the men and I have better things to do

than couple with some oaf who wouldn’t know what to do with a breast if he found it.”

“Leis’al!” Trella’s face flamed at her friend’s words. The shifters had few

inhibitions—the fae didn’t have many either for that matter—but still the words

shocked her.

“Oh don’t look so mortified. Come on, there’s more going on here than watching

alphas trying to impress bed partners.” Leis’al grabbed her arm and dragged her away

from the swaying dancers. Impatient with the delay, she pulled Trella to the back of a

woven tent.

Trella wanted to get a better glimpse at some of those alphas but Leis’al was

insistent. “I could always tell him what to do with a breast,” she muttered to herself.

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