Thanks so
much for having me on today, Melissa! I am so excited to present a
never-before-seen excerpt of my paranormal romance Love Entwined to your
readers. Let me introduce Amelie and Roman, witch and warrior. Evil and good
together in lust. Can they stay together in love? Come along for a sinfully
good ride.
Hi Danita! Thank you so much for joining me on the Snarkology. :-)
Amelie
Laurent is on her way to the top of the jewelry designing world with no time
for men. Her orderly life is about to come undone when playboy and jewelry
tycoon Roman Cardiff steals her away on assignment to a remote English estate.
Roman wants Amelie all to himself but St. Clair Manor’s resident ghost has been
waiting for her much longer than he has.
An
unseen gunman takes a shot at Roman and he blames a business rival. But Amelie
and Roman are to blame, for falling in love 200 years before in a time neither
of them remember.
From
the heartbreak of pre-Revolutionary France to modern day corporate wars, Amelie
and Roman uncover a history of blood jewels, lust and demons.
When Amelie discovers her inner witch she learns the real reason
she was summoned to St. Clair Manor. Il Dragone will kill to get her back.
Amelie will kill if they do.
Available for purchase:
Excerpt
When
she placed another sketch on the board, they stood with heads bowed together
over their collaboration of a necklace with a sapphire surrounded by diamonds.
He
picked up the charcoal and started shading a circular edge to the drawing. “I
thought I had changed this.”
She
put a hand on his arm to stop him. “No, it should be rectangular-shaped.”
He
didn’t look up, but kept drawing. “Is that what you want?”
She
brought her hand over his to bring the revision to a halt. “And the surrounding
diamonds should be cut like starbursts.”
“Not
that I am keeping count, but that is the second time you’ve done that.”
“Done
what?”
“Touched
me. And besides the fact I cannot think when you do that, if you touch me,
I think it is only
fair that I touch you back.”
Amelie
withdrew her hand. She was surprised and a little relieved to know they had
been working so hard she had forgotten, for a while at least, the overpowering
attraction
between them.
She
took the charcoal and moved in front of him, careful not to touch him as she
bent over the sketch. “Here, let me show you.”
He
moved to her side and she smiled to herself. They were trying to finish the
sketches of this set tonight. Apparently, he didn’t want to be distracted.
Sometimes
Roman could be all business. He had that same single-minded determination in
his eye that she knew was in hers. When she was done, she turned the drawing
toward him.
He
stared at it, a disquieted look shadowing his face. “I think it’s time we went
down to the vault.”
Roman
led the way to the vault on the underground level. “This is the oldest section
of the manor.” His blue eyes held amusement. “Stay close.”
She
was debating whether to take hold of his hand. “Have you ever heard of the
Catacombs of Paris?”
“The
mass crypt?”
“I
feel like I’m walking the subterranean tunnels now with these stone walls.”
“That
is a bit fanciful, Amelie.”
Ghostly
wisps of air whipped past them…Jac-que-line…as they made their way
through the corridors.
“Did
you hear that?”
He
grinned at her.
“I
thought I heard something.” Though sensor lights came on and off as they passed
under them, her skin prickled. It must have been the wind she heard, but for
some reason,
she was anxious.
He
took her hand. “Just wine cellars and storage down here, Beauty.”
Their
footfalls echoed against the stone floor in the cavernous gloom. She felt a
tingling like cold fingers brushing the back of her neck. She avoided looking
into the dark void behind them.
As
on the drive up to the mansion that first night, she felt they were being
observed while they made their way through the labyrinth. Passing stone
archways leading to more
darkness, they went down one long corridor. At first,
it looked like a dead end. When they were
closer, she could make out the safe’s huge metal door.
He
entered some numbers on an electronic keypad on the wall and a heavy metal
tumbler turned inside the door.
Compartments
were carved into the walls of the cavernous room, faced with metal and more
electronic keypads. A pirate’s bounty lay before them. Gold statuettes and
antique vases stood gleaming in lighted wall cases. The floor was lined with
rows of large glass-topped casements.
She
followed Roman to the second row of casements, and stopped. Diamonds, sapphires
and emeralds winked up at them. Pearls, jade and onyx gleamed.
Sparkling
up at her from a bed of white satin was a dazzling sapphire and diamond set. A
huge sapphire ring was surrounded by white diamonds. The stones in the matching
earrings were almost as large.
She
took a step forward. The rectangular-shaped sapphire was an inch in diameter,
bordered by starburst diamonds at least a carat each in weight. A twenty-inch
chain of diamonds looped around it.
Amelie
gripped the glass casement with numb fingers. The necklace was an exact match
of her sketch.
“These
jewels have never left this vault. No one living outside of these walls, save
for security, has ever seen this set, not in the last fifty years.”
“What
is going on?”
He
stared her down, his blue eyes frosted with anger. “That is the million dollar
question, isn’t it?”
“There
are things happening to me that I cannot explain.”
He
took her by the arms. “What is going on?”
“I—I
don’t know!” She started to cry.
He
gathered her close and she buried her face against his chest. “Sweetheart,
don’t.”
His voice was gentle
now as he kissed her forehead, then her tear-stained face, one cheek and then
the other.
She
sighed when he kissed the tip of her nose. He prodded her lips open with his
tongue, and the tide of desire they had managed to keep at bay all day swept
over them.
Her
body knew him, and in patent rebellion of her conscious efforts, it
relinquished whatever the master requested of it. The hunger took on a life of
its own. It cared nothing for her perception; it craved what it knew he could
give, as it had in her dreams.
My
love…
The
woman came up from the depths. She had been waiting for this pleasure.
Amelie
stood on tiptoe and put her hands around his neck. He lifted her, sat her down
on the glass display case and stood between her legs. She shuddered as her
nipples
pressed against him.
Author Bio:
I should have known I would end up here...
My sisters and I walked ten blocks to the library every
Saturday morning and picked up books to read for the week.
When I was older, I spent a couple of hundred dollars at
Barnes & Noble and my mother thought I was crazy. I couldn't deny it - I
just had to read (but I became sort of a closet-book-buyer after that).
I started writing poems first.
Song writing was next, when I realized I had a singing
voice, then singing with local bands. It wasn't long before I just
knew I was going to be the next singing sensation.
And now, here I am, a shower-singer (the enclosed tile room
is almost as good as a studio mike) and happier than I’ve ever been, writing
paranormal romance with a healthy portion of mystery, murder and reincarnation.
It's romance through the ages.
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Hi Danita,
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful excerpt. Thank you so much for sharing with us today. :)