Lightning Strike
by Beverly Ovalle
For generations Levi’s family had
guarded a sacred glen in the mountains.
Still far from man this isolated area was a favorite spot of his
grandfather. Levi grew up listening to
his tales and fell in love without ever having stepped foot there.
Now Levi’s family, led by his grandmother, wanted to
sell the land. With only his grandfather
and Levi against it, Levi has to prove to the rest of the family why they
needed to continue their guardianship. Believing
in his grandfather’s tales despite himself, Levi went armed with his camera and
his well-known expertise behind the lens and headed out for proof.
Providing that proof
and protecting the secrets of the glen from the world, Gaia needs to convince
Levi to continue that protection.
Daphnaie, the embodiment of his every dream, is sent to show him why,
stealing his heart in the process to save her world.Available Amazon
Excerpt
Levi’s photos always had a way of showing truths the naked eye
couldn’t see. That was one of the reasons both of his grandparents had agreed
to him coming here. He had started photography when he was a medic in the Army,
taking photos of the aftermath of Iraqi Freedom. Unable to stomach more death
and destruction, and desperately needing a peace he couldn’t find, he finished
his enlistment. He published the photography that exposed so much of the war,
earning almost instant fame. But it didn’t bring him peace. He turned to
photographing nature around the world, his treks into the wilds of the world
bringing him a measure of what he sought.
He couldn’t wait to see the photo. Wanting to capture the
aftermath of the strike, he looked through the lens in preparation for another
shot. He thought he saw movement. He straightened up, no longer looking through
the lens. Levi saw a figure fall, he swore from the damaged bark of the tree
itself. He hadn’t seen anyone in the tree, but then again he hadn’t been paying
attention to anything but the deadly beauty of nature.
Moving swiftly to the base of the tree, he found a crumpled
heap in the shape of a person. Reaching for the slight arm sticking out from
the pile of decaying and burnt leaves, Levi knelt, feeling for a pulse. A faint
heartbeat reassured him that the person was alive. Levi brushed away the fallen
leaves that surrounded the figure. To his surprise it was a young woman and she
was naked. Stunned, Levi stared at her for a moment. His heartbeat quickened. He
had seen no evidence of anyone else around. In any case, this was private
property as far as the eye could see. From the mountains to the prairie, his
family called this land theirs even if none of them lived there any longer.
Levi thought the lightning had burned her clothes away, though there was really no evidence of clothing to begin with. She couldn’t have just been out in the woods with nothing on. Climbing trees no less! Her skin looked as if it had been in contact with fire, yet she herself was not burned, just slightly pink, most of the damage to her hair, which looked as if it had burned around the edges.
The lightning strike had been different, but then so had the storm. Both had seemed almost alive, deliberate. Maybe his grandpa had been right after all.
Leaving her for a moment, Levi took his sleeping bag from his knapsack and laid it out beyond the fire damaged grass, making sure to unzip it to be able to put her in it. Checking her limbs, he didn’t feel any breaks. He tried not to notice how shapely those limbs were.
Ignoring his libido, Levi checked her over as he had been trained. It didn’t matter how long he had been away from the battlefield, Levi’s instincts kicked in, checking the vitals of the wounded woman in front of him. It was usually a man though, his thoughts drifting to the images he’d rather forget. Forcibly bringing his mind back to the present, Levi continued his assessment. She needed him now. An undressed female was bound to present him unexpected problems. An attractive female, as this little bundle was, presented a whole different problem that was knocking insistently at the buttons of his 501’s.
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