Charming The Warriors (The Charmer)
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Authors: Danielle Sanderson
BOOK 1 OF THE ‘THE CHARMER’ SERIES
CHARMING THE WARRIORS
BY Danielle Sanderson
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Self Published by: Danielle Sanderson
Copyright © 2013 by Danielle Sanderson
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Contents
Chapter 1
I am sitting on our large leather sofa when Den walks in with a cheesy grin on gorgeous his face.
“Hey handsome,” I say with a smirk.
Den is my best friend, has be
en since the age of 8 years old. Den is a beautiful man with black hair styled just long enough to see it has slight curls to it. Everywhere we go he gets girls turning their heads to watch him go by, many of them do so with open mouths.
“Oh babe, you really know how to make me feel special,” He says with a wink smiling widely.
I get up and kiss his cheek on the way to t
he kitchen to make us a drink, while he sits down, reaching for the remote.
“Have you managed to find our perfect location yet Zara?” He raises his voice, to reach me in the kitchen.
“No not yet. Have you?” I question back.
He shakes his head
‘no’ as I walk back in to the living room, drinks in hand.
We have been looking to move and start a new life for ourselves. We want something different, something fun, but homely. Being here has never felt like home. So now, we are just trying to find the right place but nowhere has called out to us, yet.
Den and I live in the English Countryside of Suffolk, its fine here but we want more, the best part of all is that Den and I will be making a new life and home
together
. We have no living relatives that we know of; to have to leave or worry about leaving behind as we were both adopted at young ages.
Our adoptive parents were definitely not going to miss us. Sheila and Tom Carter were too busy with their careers to notice us. We received more love and attention from Alice our child minder, who sadly passed away 5 years ago now.
My birth mother gave me away to social services at the age of 3 because she couldn’t’t manage with me on her own without my father on the scene, well that is what I have been led to believe.
My childhood was dull up to the day Den came to live with us at the age of 11, three years older than me, after being in the system from the tender age of 9 months. I remember that day as if it were yesterday, a tall, gangly, almost scruffy looking boy standing with my adoptive parents. With his eyes downcast and shoulders slumped, looking so lost I just had to walk up to him. Taking his larger hand in my small one and looking up at him smiling,
“Hello Den, my names Zara.”
He lifted his head and our eyes met for the first time, green eyes sparking back at me with a hint of a smile on his lip. He returned my greeting wit
h a gentle squeeze of my hand and from that day, I knew we would be the best of friends, which we are; we live together eat together, everything. He is my life and I his.
“Hey Zara, wanna get something to eat I’m starving.” Den interrupts my sad thoughts, thankfully.
“You’re always starving!”
He laughs at
my bluntness.
“True, but get that sexy butt moving.” He replies with a wink. If I were one of the admiring girls, I would be blushing right now; however, I just give him an eye roll, as I am more than used to his charming ways, well not always.
“Yeah give me 2 minutes.”
Going to my bedroom I
flip my head over and fluff up my hair for volume, I put some mascara on and a bit of blush. Quickly slipping into my favorite pair of tight jeans that Den says makes my butt look cute, and a peach colored jumper I’m ready.
“Ok, I’m done,” I tell him walking back in to the sitting room.
Den
is still flicking through the channels so I grab his hand pulling him up, which is hard because he is made of pure muscle and over 6 foot tall.
“Wow you really were 2 minutes, well done!”
With
that, he turns me facing the door and swipes by butt, receiving a snort from me in return.
We jump in my beaten up old beetle and drive down town to a burger and grill place. Once we are inside, we are lead to a two-seat table. We don’t bother looking at the menus as we always have the same thing, ‘Burger n fries’. I look over at Den noticing he has something tucked in his leather jacket.
“Watcha got there,” I say pointing at it.
“Oh yeah, can’t believe I forgot. Here!”
He passes me a map
, now looking excited. I open it up on the table and look at him questionably.
“A map?”
He smiles at me
pulling a pen out of his pocket and passing it to me; I’m looking at him with a raised eyebrow as he chuckles and explains,
“Well we have been looking for somewhere to relocate for years; soooo shut your eyes, spin the pen and stab the map!”
I can’
t help but laugh at him for looking so proud of himself, so I might as well play along, shutting my eyes and just going for it. When I open my eyes, I look straight into Den’s, he is looking at where the pen landed with a big smile; looking down I laugh when I see where it has landed.
“Well, how about that. North Carolina!”
I twist the map around and pass him the pen.
“Ok, your turn!” I tell him with a smile.
He takes the pen
of me and shuts his eyes; I keep my eyes on him to make sure he does not cheat. As the pen hits the map, we both look down at the same time.
“Shut up,” We say in perfect sync.
I am still gazing down at the map, when I feel his eyes on me
. When I look up brilliant green glowing eyes meet me.
“You ok Den?” I ask, looking at him in wonderment, he is breathtaking when his eyes change like this. His eyes don’t glow often, but when they do, I look at him as something magical. I have no idea what makes his eyes change, neither does Den, to be honest we just don’t care.
“Yeah babe, so North Carolina it is then?”
“Why the hell not,” I tell him excitedly.
I am
not sure why but it just feels right, I mean what is the likely hood of that happening twice!
“Zara there’s nothing stopping us, we have the money to get there from savings and we can pick up jobs easy enough with our talent and good looks!”
I laugh at that one as
he sighs and goes on,
“Hey, listen you’re stunning, you really are, stop doing that eye thing when every man compliments you!”
I
f I really was as beautiful as he makes out, why did he never want me, as I wanted him?
“Please Den?” I say as a silent ‘shut up your embarrassing me’.
“Please Zara! Just listen just once let me finish ok!”
I reluctantly nod my head
to him.
“You don’t see it because you don’t look. If you
really
looked, you’d see what everyone else does. What I see, your thick long blond hair that looks like silk, those honey brown eyes of yours and that killer body, oh and them tit…”
“Den!” I shout and playfully punch him in the arm, blushing profusely. He sees my expression and bursts out laughing, soon followed by me. It’s not that I think I’m unattractive; my body has changed for the better. I now feel, and look like a woman, whom I should at 22. I have had lots men look at me with lust in their eyes; nevertheless, none of those men capture my desire as Den does. Unfortunately, Den uses his stunning looks to sleep with everyone and anyone. He is a true player and deep down I think he will always be this way, so I feel like I carry a curse: to only have eyes for my best friend! Who sees me as a freaking sister? However, I will keep hold of a little hope in finding a man that I will love as much as I do Den, and for him to love me in return.
“Come here!” He grabs my face and gives be a loving kiss on the lips, making my heart do a flip, if only he knew what that did to me.
“Phew, has it just got hot in here?” I joke. Luckily, before I embarrass myself any further, our food arrives.
When we get back to our place, we sit together on the sofa; reaching for the laptop, we do a quick search for the best prices on flights. We book our plane tickets; check out bus routes, and prices of motels, just as a stopgap until we can rent somewhere. Our flights are booked for 2 weeks time, which gives us time to give notice on our flat, quit our jobs and to sell the stuff we won’t be taking, which should be most of it as we’re travelling light. We said that once we found somewhere we could agree on we would jump in with two feet. We have been waiting too long and we are too excited about what could await us.
Having worked in clubs and restaurants from the age of 18, I have always liked being around people, meeting new faces, and socializing. Den is a qualified car mechanic; he was always fixing up and taking apart cars since before he left school so we hope to find jobs doing more or less the same things as we have here.
We have saved every penny from what we have left after rent, bills, and food, having enough saved to take us anywhere, and survive for at least 6 months. Deciding as teenagers, that this is what we want to do, make our lives someplace different anywhere in the world, and as soon as we had found the right place, everything else will slide into place perfectly. That’s what we believed as children! As adult’s we are taking a risk and hoping for the best outcome, follow our hearts as Alice used to tell us daily. As long as we are together, we will be happy, but if we find somewhere we could fit in, be accepted for who we are, were be ecstatic.
