Dyami Schafer, a Native American from the Chippewa tribe in Michigan leads a lonely life due to his large size and unusual appearance. When his nesting instinct sets in, he turns to Madame Eve and 1 Night Stand to help him find his spirit mate or at least a woman who enjoys dancing and accepts him as an eagle shifter.
Amanda Collins never recovered from unrequited love and memories of a Chippewa boy. She believes a simple night with a Native American man will make her forget the past so she can move on with her life.
Madame Eve partners them for a 1 Night Stand in the magical Rose Cabin at the Poconos Mountain Resort. During a blizzard they learn one must step into the past before dancing into the future. Will the Spirit of the Eagle carry them?
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Frilly snowflakes fell, decorating the sleeve of his Carhartt jacket. A pair of the crystals landed on the hard material, molded together to form a larger, even more beautiful design.
No two flakes are the same, yet they manage to find a mate. Is my design too different, that I’ll never find my match? Dyami sighed, his breath releasing in a puff of white and releasing the negative vibes teasing the edge of his mind. He straightened and stretched stiff back muscles. Everything in nature happens for a reason.
Over a few beers several months earlier, he’d celebrated his own pity party with a friend. He’d vented his frustration of women staring at him with fear or disgust and had reached his limit of tolerating loneliness. His large size and dark, Native American features often intimidated strangers. Women of his tribe whispered of his peculiar eyes and often walked away, repulsed.
Unfortunately, his nesting instinct had also recently kicked in. He wanted a good woman who would accept and love him for the rest of his life. His drinking buddy had mentioned an elite dating service, 1Night Stand, that set up blind dates that often led to a love match. Dyami’s spirit nurtured the seed of hope at the recommendation and persuaded him to fill out the paperwork for a date.
Then, a week earlier, he’d stood on his porch, drinking his morning coffee, when a hawk flew overhead. His people considered hawks to be messengers, and he’d wondered about the significance of the creature’s visit. With an impatient heart, he went inside, checked his email, and discovered a message from Madame Evangeline, the owner of 1Night Stand.
Following a day of work, he’d driven almost seven hundred miles in poor weather to meet his date. He’d planned to arrive at his destination with vim and vigor, not exhausted. Eventually, he’d given in to his fatigue and spent the night in a cheap hotel along Interstate 80.
Now, standing and waiting for his date, he watched a plow rumble on the road and the world grow white and admired the serene landscape. Giant evergreen boughs were laden with heavy snow, much like the mental weight he carried. The trunks stood strong, bearing the spirits of the earth. Crisp air filled his lungs. Around his neck hung a pendant with a small eagle mounted on an arrowhead representing his lineage. Clasping it, he closed his eyes. The rough edges dug into his palm, yet gave him comfort. Some of the legends of his culture were true; such as those telling of people born with a totem animal or a spirit guide. His ancestors had been blessed by the Great Spirit. In every generation, one man be born not only with a spirit animal residing within his soul, but also the gift of shifting from man to that of his spirit animal.