“Evonnia tiptoed nearer and a bolt of panic shot through her chest. The bundle of flesh was a woman. A naked woman. She was curled into the fetal position, her wrists lashed together and anchored to her waist. Was she hurt? Was she dead? She was warm to the touch. There was life in her still, though she appeared in a state of dormancy …”
When eighteen-year-old Evonnia rescues a beautiful woman she finds lying naked, unconscious, and bound with rope in the foothills of the Carpathian Mountains, she has no idea she’s setting free a seductive water nymph.