What is an untamable rake to do after being cursed to suffer a fate unknown to man; to experience solitude in the deepest sense of the word?  Watch and wait.

As a silent observer in a world he is no longer part of, Rykel Deveau has entertained himself by becoming engrossed in the lives of the living. Society has changed in two hundred years—more importantly, women have changed.

Now, over two centuries later, Rykel finds himself forced to share his living quarters with the most unusual female he has ever come across, sensual artist, Danica Lovel. Between the woman's hideous tattered bathrobe and unsightly pink slippers, he should be appalled, yet bizarrely, he finds himself strongly drawn to her. He wants her. The problem is, she has no idea he exists.

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"Reflections was utterly charming and romantic. I floated along on this tale of courage, self discovery, and love. Rykel was the charming and honorable hero who still came to the rescue of a lady in distress. Danica was the talented lady in distress after suffering from a broken heart that still refused to mend six months later. Ms. Raines' characters were wonderfully written and their story made you fall in love with them. This was my first time reading a novel by this refreshing author that I plan to read many more." ~Reviewed by Shira




Rykel cringed as he watched Danica waver on unsteady feet. One slip and what little life he had left would end. God only knew what awaited him beyond this! Could there be a worse fate than what he was living now? According to Madelyn’s mother there was, and she hadn’t been bluffing about the curse. At the thought, he couldn’t bear to look any longer; it was as if he were facing a firing squad. Only when he turned away did he hear the legs of the chair scraping against the wooden floor. He glanced back to see Danica sitting again, pawing through the small bag which held her cosmetics. A wave of relief washed over him.

It did not take long for her to apply her makeup; she was appealing enough without it he thought, eyeing her from the corner of the room. She possessed a simple beauty rare among women. The pink hue in her cheeks required no enhancement, the darkness of her hair contrasted nicely with the pale color of her blue eyes and the dimples that appeared when she smiled could only be described as heartwarming. He had never studied her this closely before but now he couldn’t help but notice how truly remarkable she was. He frowned…what the devil was wrong with him? He’d spent an entire year looking at her without noticing such detail. Damn her conversation with Erica for tying his gut in knots! She defended him, his name, his honor and on top of it with the ferocity of a lioness guarding her cub. No one had ever done such a thing for him, not even women who had proclaimed their undying love for him.

“Look at you,” he heard her whisper as she stared at herself in the mirror. “No amount of makeup will fix the damage on the inside, but at least no one can see it.”

Halfheartedly smiling, she stood to return the mirror to the wall. Rykel got to his feet, trepidation filling him once more. Again, she wavered. With her small stature, she could barely reach the nail and just when her toes arched as high as possible, she wobbled. He glanced down. A small cylinder tube had escaped from her bag and had rolled just behind her toes. He clenched his fists.

Dear God, don’t let her slip.

As the thought fleeted through his mind, she staggered.  Rykel leaped to steady her, knowing his actions were fruitless.

The mirror slipped from her fingers and crashed onto the sharp corner of the dressing table. With a loud clatter, it splintered in several directions, shards of glass scattering everywhere.

Goodbye Danica Love.