Centaur’s Mate – Mary Winter

Title: Centaur's Mate
Series: ,
Release Date: December 4, 2018
Contributors: Mary Winter
Genre: ,


A power she was never told about and a destiny she never knew. Will Saraid overcome her fear of the forest to find her fated mate?


With her ailing aunt in need of care and companionship, Saraid Garwich moves to her familys forest estate. Shed never liked visiting as a child. She hated camping or anything to do with bugs, getting dirty, and not having the comforts of modern living. Something about the forest had always seemed dangerous. When one night during a fever dream, her aunt tells her that her destiny lies within the heart of the woods, Saraid promises her aunt shell go. When she does, she sees something she never thought possible: a man turning into a centaur. More surprisingly, the man is Keilan, her aunts groundskeeper. She thinks both of them are crazy and makes plans to return to her life in New York. Except she cant get the centaur, or the man, out of her mind. And with each passing day, its becoming harder and harder to leave.



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Walking certainly made it easier to focus on what he was saying without completely losing it over terms like mate and magic. She knew she’d probably spend this evening, after she returned home from the hospital, going over the journals and trying to figure out this crazy world she’d found herself in. His voice soothed her, the deep rumble reassuring, as he spoke that a Guardian always mated, married to use the human term, a magical being from this world because their love bridged the Portal and the worlds they shared. She blinked when he said love. She liked Keilan, but love? Somehow she’d always pictured herself falling in love with…someone? Someday? Moving back to the city? She didn’t know and didn’t think it mattered. Until now.

“Can you love me?” Keilan asked. “Do you think something like this will work?”

Well that was a hell of a question to ask. She stumbled over the transition from grass to paving stones behind her aunt’s house. “I—I don’t know.” She stopped and rested her hands on her thighs, as if to catch her breath though she wasn’t breathing very heavily. The weight of the situation bowled her over and she drew deep breaths to try and steady her thoughts. Walking hadn’t helped. She doubted anything except maybe reading the green book would help. Even then, she suspected it would create more questions than she had the answers to. She straightened and turned to look at Keilan.

“Look, I don’t know. I came here—” Her voice caught. “I came here to take care of Aunt Aislyn, to provide additional help besides the hospice nurses. She refuses to have someone here around the clock, and while I don’t blame her for not wanting too many strangers in her home, I admit I wish there were times that this wasn’t my burden to bear.” Tears leaked from her eyes and she let them flow. Salt water didn’t freeze. “I hate that I’m crying so much. I hate the fact that I couldn’t find another job in New York. And most of all, I hate being told I have to do things before I’ve weighed out the benefits and risks. You’re risky, Keilan. The biggest risk I’ve taken in my life. And yet, I can’t stop myself from wondering if you’re going to kiss me again.”

The grin spreading across Keilan’s face could have melted the snow still sitting on a few tree branches. He cupped her chin and kissed her. His warmth surrounded her. When he enfolded her in his arms, suddenly she didn’t care that it was December and she was freezing her ass off out here. Not when Keilan’s lips moved over hers. She parted her lips, hoping he’d take advantage of the opening. He did with a sweep of his tongue that tasted like cinnamon. Flavor exploded on her lips.

His hand drifted over her shoulder, down to her rear and pulled her against him. No mistaking his arousal where it pressed against her stomach and heat blossomed deep in her core. She needed to take a page from his book and dive in head first. He made her want to throw caution to the wind, get dirty a bit and most of all, discover what kind of passion she could find in her mate’s arms.

The need for air parted them. “Inside,” she whispered. “Now.”

He chuckled. The husky tones vibrated through her chest and sent frizzles of desire through her veins. She opened the door, fumbling a bit with the old fashioned knob and they pushed through to the mudroom. She kicked off her boots and gently folded his jacket over the back of a chair. She turned to find him reaching for her, pushing her back against the wall, his hands on her hips, lifting her to fit against him so perfectly that she moaned. He tugged at her sweater, all the while, kissing a trail along her jaw and neck.

“We should probably go to the bedroom.” He punctuated each word with a kiss, finding the sensitive place where her neck met her shoulder.

“Probably,” she agreed, then fisted her hands in his sweatshirt and pulled it up.