Marie Treanor

Big, Blooming and Wild!: Willow the Wisp available now from Changeling Press
The aliens are coming – to rural Romania!

Cristian is bored with life in the village. He wants to make a name for himself as a big city architect. But when he decides to cut down the lakeside wood to make way for luxury holiday cottages, Salcie is forced to act.

Salcie has always been in love with Cristian. She knows he is ideally suited to be her life partner - big, strong, good-natured and sexy as hell - but he doesn't think of her as a lover. No wonder: she's the willow tree at the bottom of his garden.

Achieving pollisexation in the nick of time, Salcie sets out to draw the woodcutters away from the trees. Fortunately, she knows just how to distract Cristian from everything except her delicious new fluffy body. However, trouble really starts when the young trees begin to shift too, and pursue revenge against their would-be murderer, Cristian...

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"Now this is a paranormal story with a difference. Shape-shifting trees! And Marie Treanor has written such an entertaining story that will captivate the reader... Marie Treanor gives her readers great characters. Salcie is a heroine who knows she needs and wants Cristian, but she also has to come to terms with who she really is. Cristian is a hunk and the love scenes are hot and burning. I enjoyed this story very much and can recommend it highly..." - 4 hearts, Valerie, Love Romances and More.

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     Salcie almost burst out of her bark.
     For some time now, whenever Cristian sat under her hanging branches, resting his broad back against her trunk, she had felt a warm tingling sensation spread upward from her roots to her tiniest, farthest leaf. But on the morning he threw back his head in anguish, almost grinding it into her, the pleasure was explosive.
     Of course, it was wrong to find such happiness in his distress. But the warmth of the early sun soaked into her, the river beside her gurgled joyfully over the rocks on its gentle, interminable journey to the sea, and the birds in her branches greeted the beautiful new day with particularly sweet songs. She couldn’t help but be happy, even before the man she’d loved for most of her life pressed himself into her for comfort.
     Tenderness washed over her, mingled with just a hint of rueful irritation. It was Violeta, of course. The silly, flimsy little creature had led him a fine dance this last year, and although Salcie could not understand what attracted a man like Cristian to such a shallow woman, she could not doubt his hurt when Violeta betrayed him and engaged herself to marry another man.
     Salcie wasn’t interested in the other man. For her, there had only ever been Cristian. The wild, adventurous little boy with the cheeky grin who had climbed among her branches – and fallen out of them more than once – had become a big, handsome man, thoughtful and hard-working without ever losing his sense of fun. Until Violeta, who seemed to have robbed him of both sense and humor.
     And now she was gone. Salcie might have rejoiced, but Cristian clearly didn’t. His eyes squeezed tightly shut, he pressed himself into her as if pushing away an unbearable pain. Inside, he was churning with emotion: anger, sorrow, shame and guilt. The last two, she couldn’t find a reason for, but she was happy to blame Violeta anyway.
     She tried to soothe him, tried to absorb his hurt, will him to peace. Overcome by love, and by the strange powerful feelings induced by his touch, she swished the light fronds before his face. The urge to touch, for fun as well as compassion, overwhelmed her. Her leaves brushed his rough, weather beaten skin, making her tremble with some new excitement. With her caress, the pressure of his head eased, though he didn’t remove it. Salcie was glad. Slowly, sensuously, she stroked him. Experimenting, she willed herself to change, to be more like him. And slowly, with dawning wonder, she watched her fronds turn to fingers, long, pale and sensitive, trailing butterfly-light across his cheeks and lips.
     Oh it’s beginning! It is, it is…
     Cristian’s eyes snapped open.