Book Excerpt
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
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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.
Author Bio
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.
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