zondag 25 januari 2015
He crossed the carpeted floor, marvelling at his ease of entry as he slowly drew a knife from his pocket. It was an old blade, the hilt spotted with old blood. A smile inched across his lips as he reached her bedside. One swift thrust and her fate would be sealed. As he bent forward, Melissa gave a loud cry and jerked upright, waking as though from a nightmare. Startled, the figure froze for a moment. Shocked into immobility by her movement, yet this did not stall him for long. Making up his mind, the figure lunged forward.
Disorientated, Melissa almost missed the attacking figure. Her eyes were heavy with sleep and the near dark of the room made it hard to see. Yet even as she struggled towards wakefulness, she could sense that something was wrong. A cool breeze played off her skin raising gooseflesh and she turned looking for the source of the draught. Then she heard it, the hissed snarl that drew her eyes up in time. Glancing up, curiosity turned to shock as she watched the dark figure dive at her. As though in slow motion she took in the details, the black, featureless clothing, a scarf wrapped around the face so it hid all but the eyes and the last feature, the one that drew her eyes more than any other, a knife, glimmering dully in the moonlight from window. Fully awake now and reacting instinctively, she managed to roll to the left, avoiding the slashing blow from the thin knife as she tangled herself in the bedclothes. The sleeves of her nightgown however were not so lucky and the sharp blade tore through the fabric.
“MARCUS!” She shouted for her brother as she rolled again, struggling to manoeuvre through the sheets which were wrapping around her legs and slowing her down. A hand, strong and pitiless reached out and closed around her nightshirt pulling her forward. She felt the cotton rip as she was dragged across the bed. “MARCUS!” She screamed again almost sobbing as her fingers frantically reached up and scratched wildly. A muffled oath burst from her attacker as she raked her fingers into his eyes. With one powerful blow he pushed her back onto the bed before raising the knife again.
About The Book
Title: The Black Lotus
Author: Claire Warner
Genre: Historical Romance with a paranormal twist
….though I would dearly love to play court to you, I would hurt you more than any other.”
It is 1752. The year that will change the life of heiress Melissa De Vire. As she makes her first steps into society, she meets Justin Lestrade and his world tears her perceptions apart. Drawn irresistibly to him, she finds herself sinking into a realm of feuds, magic and old curses.
By day I am a boring civil servant, but by night (and at weekends) I write stories. I love fiction, I love the way that words can draw you from your own everyday world.
I love to read. As a child I read all of the Enid Blyton books and devoured Roald Dahl. As a teenager, I discovered LJ Smith, Anne McCaffrey, Tamora Pierce, David Eddings and went through the phase of reading Point Horrors. As an adult, I found Kelley Armstrong, Raymond E Feist, Georgette Heyer, The Brontes, Mary Shelley, Bram Stoker, Sheridan La Fanu and Henry James. I cannot imagine live without books.