Cursed to live as a raven, Imala Chogan yearns for freedom. Jaggar Martin might be her unwanted savior-at the cost of his humanity. Imala ChoganFrom the day my tribe was cursed by a rival shaman two hundred years ago, my life has been nothing but a dreary, loveless existence. The one day I can shed my raven form, I'm reminded all over of the pain and loss of those I had to leave behind. I will never subject myself to that kind of agony again-even if it swaggers in with a ridiculous Stetson hat and talks with a cute, southern drawl.
Besides, what man would want to be with me when they learn of my past?Jaggar MartinA fresh start sounded good, especially after the horror I'd witnessed-and created-while in the military. Keeping a steady job working for Revan Chogan, having a roof over my head, and putting an end to the blood-soaked nightmares is my version of heaven. Enter Imala, who's gorgeous, sharp-tongued, and cold like frigid icicles.
I think she's warming up to me, though. If she ever gets a glimpse of what I keep buried deep inside, will she love me-or hate me?
Cursed to live as a raven, Imala Chogan yearns for freedom. Jaggar Martin might be her unwanted savior-at the cost of his humanity. Imala ChoganFrom the day my tribe was cursed by a rival shaman two hundred years ago, my life has been nothing but a dreary, loveless existence. The one day I can shed my raven form, I'm reminded all over of the pain and loss of those I had to leave behind. I will never subject myself to that kind of agony again-even if it swaggers in with a ridiculous Stetson hat and talks with a cute, southern drawl.
Besides, what man would want to be with me when they learn of my past?Jaggar MartinA fresh start sounded good, especially after the horror I'd witnessed-and created-while in the military. Keeping a steady job working for Revan Chogan, having a roof over my head, and putting an end to the blood-soaked nightmares is my version of heaven. Enter Imala, who's gorgeous, sharp-tongued, and cold like frigid icicles.
I think she's warming up to me, though. If she ever gets a glimpse of what I keep buried deep inside, will she love me-or hate me?