"A Wonderful Story!"

Ms. Thompson's second effort is without a doubt one of the most sensually romantic stories I've read in a very long time. If you were lucky enough to have read "The Ravencliff Bride" you already know it was a book worth reading. "The Waterlord is light years ahead of that one. I truly can't say enough wonderful things about this book!

Lady Rebecca or "Becca" as she calls herself is fleeing a future she cannot even begin to contemplate. Her father has gambled her away and she will do what she must in order to live a life that makes her happy. Sadly her coach crashing in Bodmin Moor mars her escape and when she thinks all is lost a man who seems almost magical in his appearance rescues her and her abigail Maud. She is unaccountably drawn to her savior and no matter how hard she tries to deny it, her passion for the handsome but mysterious host will not abate. Will she be able to leave Klaus when the time arrives or will fate have other plans for these two people?

Klaus is driven by his destiny. He is not mortal, he is fey and he must not stray far from his waterfall. He must also mate with a mortal and soon in order for him to realize is destiny. But his desire for Becca exceeds his desire to do right by his race. She is a part of him now and he doesn't have the strength to walk away from her. But his and Becca's future is about to be put to the test and they're love is in danger by a devious traitor. Will they be able to have the forever they both desire?

This is a wonderful read. I fell a little in love with Klaus! I love Ms. Thompson's make believe world and once you step into the story, you will be hard pressed to put the book down once your start it. In other words make sure you have nothing pressing to get done. Ms. Thompson has a earned a spot on my "keeper shelf" and is now an author I will buy simply because her name graces the cover.

Reviewed by Kristi Ahlers
Posted March 6, 2006

Summary

Lady Rebecca's life changed forever in the blink of an eye. One moment she was fleeing her father across a storm- swept Bodmin Moor, in the next, her carriage overturned on a steep gorge. But she did not die. Somehow, she was pulled clear. There was an eerie luminosity about her savior, a fluid silver aura like the lightning filling the night sky. And while his voice was deep, mellow— comforting, like the music of the waterfall he haunted, it, too, held a hint of the Otherworldly. Who was this strange savior, this displaced foreign nobleman? Everything about the Count was an enigma. Becca had heard myths of the Fossegrim: creatures that traveled between the astral and the physical planes through waterfalls, driven to find ecstasy with human women then vanish forever. From their world, humans never returned. This man, Becca was willing to follow.