"The excitement never stops and the ending is dynamite! Read it and experience the adventure, the danger, and the divine sexual tension. The heroes in Ms. Clark's books are exceptionally strong and sexy. Oh yeah! All I can say is I'm thrilled that I was able to review the first book because now I'm hooked forever on Barbara Clark's books. Wow, they are terrific! Clark creates some very fresh and imaginative stories that are very compelling reads that you don't want to miss. The paranormal aspects are terrific and sweep you away."—Suzanne Coleburn, The Belles and Beaux of Romance

"Barbara Clark is a skillful character weaver who knows how to bring you close to those she loves. She writes about people with values, people who deserve to have good things happen in their lives and we rejoice seeing justice for the good for once! We feel for them and we care what happens in their lives. If you like to read about people from the real world, see them overcome the dangers that life lays in their paths, this book is for you. It is strong in plot, suspense, romance, characters and pacing. Do yourself a favor—Buy it! Read it!"—Barbara (Babs) Lakey, Futures Magazine

"…Action adventure, intrigue, and romance in their truest forms. Heather and Quinn have a passion between them to be envious of and Barbara Clark has masterfully told their story. Ms. Clark has woven a tale of intrigue and laced it generously with exquisite attention to her characterization and description. The picture she painted for her readers has been done with the finest brush down to the most delicious detail. Barbara Clark has a bright future in the industry with a talent that will carry her far!"—Karen L. Williams, author of The Wings Of Love

"4 Stars…From first page to last, A Breath of Heather will hold you in thrall. While Heather calls the winds of the Earth to wrap her and her lover in safety, the fragile web of danger, excitement, and sensual emotions wrap around your heart, until you're there, feeling the breeze quicken, the wind roaring as it heeds the psychic commands and wraps around Heather and Quinn. Four stars for the intrique and excitement Ms. Clark has set up in this exceptional novel. Through brilliant twists, and sharp turns she leads you on a race to danger, love and excitement as quickly as the strongest wind."—Shadoe Simmons, All About Murder Reviews

...He drew her right hand to his lips and kissed each fingertip, watching her eyes grow darker. As he touched his tongue to the tender skin between her fingers, she trembled.

“Quinn.” Her breathing quickened, and she laid her fingers on his chest. “This isn’t a good idea.”

“On the contrary. It’s a very good idea,” he said in a low voice, pressing his lips to her palm.

Closing her hand as if to treasure the kiss, she whispered his name.

He stroked his fingers down her arms, and held her. The warm silkiness of her skin, her sweet scent of roses and woman sent the blood pounding through his veins. “I want to taste you again.”

Wordlessly, she lifted her face to him.

Bending his head, he feathered kisses across her forehead to her temples where the blood pulsed under delicate skin. There, he lingered, tasting, savoring the sweetness and the hint of salt.

Overhead, the evening sky was clear and dotted with stars.

The prevailing breeze whirled around them, carrying the scents of fresh grass and flowers.

Brianna’s wind chimes played a mystical sounding melody.

Shifting his hold on Heather, he cradled her head in one hand. Her shimmering hair took on a life of its own, as strands drifted around his wrist. He spread his fingers across the middle of her slender back, holding his eagerness in check. She needed tenderness tonight, not speed.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he muttered, and traced the soft fullness of her lips with the tip of his tongue.

Murmuring his name, she wrapped her arms around his waist, melting and flowing against him.

Her surrender intoxicated him. The blood roared in his ears. A hot wave swept through him, and he struggled to contain the primitive urge to take her right there on the grass.

Then he felt her lips on his throat, and his control snapped. His mouth captured hers in a blaze of passion, his tongue slipping past her teeth to the softness beyond. Her tongue touched and mated with his. She moaned and her fingers dug into his back through the thin barrier of his shirt.

Shifting his stance, he pressed his arousal against the feminine heat between her thighs.

Her low, sensuous sound of approval sent his blood racing in an explosion of need.