Thursday, March 23, 2017

•٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠• Review For The Duke's Curse (Legend Book 2)  By Kylie Stewart •٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠•


The Duke’s Curse (Legend Series: #2)
By Kylie Stewart
193 pages
Expected publication: March 20th 2017

By TCK Publishing











“The truth will set you free …”

Alexandria has discovered the truth behind all the

lies and posturing. She holds the key to end King Arthur’s 
curse, but there are other forces at work vying for 
her attention—and her life.

“The lies you hold will bind you …”

Avalon’s only hope lies in Alexandria, but he must defend 
her against Sir Thomas Mordred. Bound by chains of sin and 
shame, he must fight to the death with his old self to inherit 
his future. If he loses, it is Alexandria who will pay the 
ultimate price.

About Legend the Series

Alexandria York knows the truth of her royal past, and her
 connection to The Duke of Avalon. Now she must accept
 her past in order to save him from the curse.

Avalon has bared his soul to Alexandria. He must put all his 
faith in the one woman who could ruin him once again.

Alexandria must enter into the enemy’s lair in order to obtain 
the cure for Avalon. Sir Thomas Mordred is not the man he 
appears to be. Revenge runs thick through his blood, 
pushing him ever closer to his desire. And that desire 
includes her.

The story of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table 
takes a modern turn, filled with adventure, love, and betrayal
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Freaking hell! She did it to me again. As cliffhangers go, this
 one was not so bad. But dam it I want to know what choice
 was made. This was one hell of a book. This book is So 
expertly written and so knowledgeable of King Author’s 
background. Also if you have not read book one go get it.

This story picked up with Alexandria coming to terms about 
who Avalon is. Poor Alie is stuck between two men and not in
 a good way. And I have to say I am rooting more for Avalon 
over Lancer. Lancer is really beginning to get on my last 
nerve. He is so freaking fickle and vain. But back to Avalon, 
he is dying. After over a thousand years ago he lost more 
than his kingdom. and his queen. It seems he lost a piece of
 himself and it is literally killing him. But this time in order to
 get it back, his lady will have to be his knight. Let’s just hope.
 She is strong enough to walk into the lion’s den and get what
 she needs to help Avalon. Oh I almost forgot about 
Mordred wait till you see what he has been up to. Man that 
was a shock. I do not think the worldis ready for what he has
 planed and hope Avalon and Allie are up to the challenge. 
I am so ready for book three.


Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope 
you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this 
book, please consider leaving a review. The Authors really 
like it when you do; they value your opinions too.









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Book 2: The Duke’s Curse — Amazon






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Kylie C. Stewart has been writing short stories and books all 
her life. A native of Hammond, New York, Kylie grew up on 
the St. Lawrence River dreaming of big things. She has a
 Master’s of Science in Equine Business from Middle 
Tennessee State University, which is why there are so many
 horses in her books. After working in the Kentucky Race 
Horse Industry, she moved back to Tennessee to pursue 
writing, audiobook narrating, and voice acting. She is a huge
 nerd and big into anime as well as the cosplay community.

Kylie was influenced by her Scottish heritage to become an
 independent British history buff. She has a small library 
dedicated to Tudor history and is lover of the Arthurian 
legends. She also has an intense love of the supernatural,
 theological, paranormal, and mythological worlds.

Kylie lives in Dallas, TX with her husband and fellow voice 
actor Eric Rolon, and their two cats, Asuka and Haru.









Wednesday, March 22, 2017

•٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠• Review & Blog Tour For One More Night by Sarah O’Rourke •٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠•

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Crenshaw Jacobson met the woman of his dreams…and he
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Waverlee Armstrong was leery of commitment, having been 
abandoned by her family at an early age. She knew that she
 loved Shaw…but can she learn to trust him and spend just 
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Shivering against him as she parted her lips to speak, Waverlee moaned as his tongue swept forward, stealing the opportunity to deepen their kiss. And holy moly, the man could kiss. And not just any old kiss either. It was the-steal-your-breath-I-can’t-live-without-his-touch-because-nothing-else-in-the-world-matters kind of kiss a girl spends her life dreaming about. Their tongues danced together for long minutes as everything else faded away. The people. The noise. Everything took a backseat to the fierce passion Shaw created with a simple touch of his mouth to hers.

Forcing herself to find her voice when Shaw lifted his mouth from hers to take a deep breath, Waverlee flashed a furtive glance up at his darkened eyes. “Wow,” she breathed shakily, clutching handfuls of his light blue dress shirt in her fists as the world seemed to spin at warp speed, “I..I…don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like that before,” she whispered, the words catching in her throat as his finger swept against her lower lip.

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Okay that was hot! I am fanning myself now. Dam this was one hot
 little book. This book is about a 4 hour read so just right for before 
bed. Got some sexy as hell dreams form it. Now as it is a short 
book this will be a shot review.

This is about a young woman and virgin, Waverlee has had such a 
rough life being deserted by her family; she is not easy for her to 
trust or love easily. But when Shaw sets his eyes on her, he has one 
goal in mind. Make her his and not just for now. He wants forever. 
But all she is willing to give him is one more night. And one more, 
and more, and more, till months past by and he is so fed up he 
wants her to see it is forever. But then something happens and now
 he is even more determined, let’s hopes he is able to change her mind.

Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope 
you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this 
book, please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like 
it when you do; they value your opinions too.




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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

•٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠• Release Blitz For Salvation's Inferno by Kat Mizera •٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠•

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"This book had me at the edge of my seat and I couldn´t 
put it down. It has everything, steamy sex, heart break, 
humor, drama and love."



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Baseball superstar Dante Lamonte is a broken man. Reeling
 from the horrific double murder that took the lives of his 
pregnant fiancée as well as his best friend, he drowns in
 alcohol and sex, but never finds relief.

Becca Hernandez is a sweet girl with terrible luck with men—
and worse luck with sex. Her one-night stand with a man who
 is way out of her league was also totally out of her character.
 Dante took her out of her comfort zone… she loved 
everything he did to her, but she knows nothing can come of it.

When their paths cross again, they can’t resist each other. 
One night of passion turns into much more, but they struggle
 to get through the bases of this new relationship. Dante’s 
demons may destroy him, and when details of their less than 
vanilla night are leaked to the press, Becca stands to lose 
everything—her job, her reputation and Dante. Love may be
 their only salvation.

THIS IS A STANDALONE.


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Oh My Freaking God that was hot! I mean like hot as Hades.
 This is the first book by Kat Mizera I have read. But god I 
am so ready for book two. This was so well written and told
 so well it just flowed.

This book is about Becca and Dante. Becca is well lake of a
 better word, but she is a prude. And that is not a bad thing 
some people are made to think their sexuality is bad, even 
when there is really nothing wrong with them. She is pent up
 and it is going to take a sexy as sin Dante to pull her out of 
her shell. But oh what fun he and she will have. What she is
 not aware of is she is submissive in bed and craves it. That
 is when Dante makes one of her fantasies come true.  After 
one torrid night it all starts to fall apart because a holler than
 though jerk release pictures of their special night. I mean I 
am a god fearing person but this person went too far. And I 
was so shocked by who it was. Really did not see that one 
coming. I thought this person was nice and nothing showed 
as them being bad.

Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope
 you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this 
book, please consider leaving a review. The Authors really
 like it when you do; they value your opinions too.



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Two men.
One threesome.
Zero expectations.

Jamie Teller has had a rough year. After being blackmailed 
by a teammate, weathering a sex scandal, and being traded
 to a team on the other side of the continent, he’s 
overwhelmed and looking for a distraction. A sexy threesome
 with his burly roommate and his wife wasn’t expected--
neither is his sudden attraction to a guy.

Viggo Sjoberg has been openly bisexual since he was 17, 
but always assumed he would settle down with a woman.
 When he’s surprised with news he has a child from a past
 fling, he jumps headfirst into marriage and fatherhood, but 
his new wife isn't what she appeared to be. Adding to 
Viggo’s confusion are the feelings aroused by his seemingly
 straight roommate, Jamie.

When Jamie moves thousands of miles away, Viggo tells 
himself it’s over. Until a life-changing event puts the two 
men on a collision course. Suddenly, Jamie needs Viggo—
badly—and Viggo is prepared to do whatever it takes to help.
 Evenif it means he has to give up everything he always 
thought he wanted.

THIS BOOK IS A STANDALONE.







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Kat Mizera is a South Florida native. Born in Miami Beach 
with a healthy dose of wanderlust, she's called Los Angeles,
 Long Island, upstate New York, Massachusetts, New 
Hampshire and Atlanta home. She's never been able to pick 
which locale is her favorite, but if pressed, she'd probably 
choose the west coast.

Kat's a typical PTA mom with a wonderful and supportive 
husband (Kevin) and two amazing boys (Nick and Max). 
When she's not writing, she's either scrapbooking or 
indulging in her second love (after writing) - traveling. 
Greece is one of her favorite places in the world. She loves 
that Athens is a big city with a small-town feel. The food, 
beaches and culture keep her going back as often as 
possible. She hopes to retire there one day so she can 
spend her days writing books on the beach.

Kat has been a working freelance writer for nearly 30 years. 
She sold her first article--a review of a rock concert--for $10 
in 1985. Since then she's been an entertainment journalist, 
waitress, bartender, legal assistant, food critic, magazine 
editor, substitute teacher, and sports writer. She also spent
 some time working at A & M Records in Los Angeles.

As you can guess from her series, the Las Vegas 
Sidewinders, Kat loves hockey. She is also a freelance 
hockey writer, covering her favorite team, the Florida 
Panthers, and any other teams that have an interesting story
. The rest of the time, she writes novels: sexy, romantic 
fiction that she hopes makes you as happy as it makes her.
 There's something enticing about hockey players and 
romance...









Monday, March 20, 2017

•٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠• Review & Book Tour For Beauty of the Beast by Rachel L. Demeter •٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠•


Beauty of the Beast

by Rachel L. Demeter
Fairy Tale Retellings, #1

Publication Date: March 15, 2017
Genres: Historical Romance, Fairy Tale Retelling, Gothic Romance







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Experience the world’s most enchanting and timeless love
 story—retold with a dark and realistic twist.

A BEAST LIVING IN THE SHADOW OF HIS PAST

Reclusive and severely scarred Prince Adam Delacroix has 
remained hidden inside a secluded, decrepit castle ever 
since he witnessed his family’s brutal massacre. Cloaked in
 shadow, with only the lamentations of past ghosts for 
company, he has abandoned all hope, allowing the world to
 believe he died on that tragic eve twenty-five years ago.


A BEAUTY IN PURSUIT OF A BETTER FUTURE

Caught in a fierce snowstorm, beautiful and strong-willed 
Isabelle Rose seeks shelter at a castle—unaware that its 
beastly and disfigured master is much more than he appears
 to be. When he imprisons her gravely ill and blind father, she
 bravely offers herself in his place.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

Stripped of his emotional defenses, Adam’s humanity 
reawakens as he encounters a kindred soul in Isabelle. 
Together they will wade through darkness and discover 
beauty and passion in the most unlikely of places. But when
 a monster from Isabelle’s former life threatens their new 
love, Demrov’s forgotten prince must emerge from his 
shadows and face the world once more…

Perfect for fans of Beauty and the Beast and The Phantom of
 the Opera,Beauty of the Beast brings a familiar and well-
loved fairy tale to life with a rich setting in the kingdom of 
Demrov and a captivating, Gothic voice.

Content Warning: 
This is an edgy retelling of the classic fairy tale. Due to strong
 sexual content, profanity, and dark subject matter, including 
an instance of sexual assault committed by the villain, 
Beauty of the Beast is not intended for readers 
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Omg what a book! This retelling of beauty and the beast was a joy
 to read. Loosing myself in it pages. It is truly well written and 
extremely thought out. How she took a tale so old and rewrote it so
 it was so much better.

This is the tale of how Isabel fled a monster and found her prince. 
Isabel has given up everything to help her family. Her Papa is so ill
 she is worried that his time is near. So she betroths herself to 
Raphael the viscount. But turns out he is not as nice as she once 
thought. So in a last ditched effort to save them all she makes a 
plan. But when she goes to ask for her fiancés help he is so utterly 
cruel. That is when she decides to takes a trip and not return. But 
when caught in a blizzard she seeks refuge at a castle in The 
middle of no were. When she meets Adam he is so cruel and there 
is a reason for that. And man, my heart broke for what he endured. 
But it takes a beauty to bring out the good in him. The and even 
though she may have started out as his prisoner she turned out to be
the best thing that ever happened to him. But with all fairytales the 
evil can find you no matter where you hid. I was so mad and sad 
when Adam lost his best friend and loyal companion. And prayed 
he would be in time to save his beauty.


Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope 
you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this 
book, please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like 
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~Isabelle bravely takes her papa’s place~





Quite a while later, as Isabelle relaxed and soaked in the hearth’s warmth, she found herself nodding off to sleep.
Her mind detached from the stress of the past few days and receded to another time and place. She recalled her journeys with Papa when she’d been little more than a girl. All the villages they’d passed through; all the faces they’d seen. She thought of reading fairy tales beneath a bejeweled sky, of leaning against a mountain of crates as Papa pointed out the constellations and their eternal stories—
Rattling seized her attention and ruptured her thoughts. She peered at Papa, who was carefully examining his teacup. Not with his sightless eyes, of course—but with wandering fingertips. The same impressive coat of arms engraved the fine proclaim; Papa ran his weathered fingers over its surface, clearly in awe of the raised gold decorations and studded gems. The thing must have cost a small fortune. Indeed, she’d never beheld such finery. Even the wares Papa had once sold paled in comparison. The faded brim of his top hat hung low and covered his glassy eyes.
Then her mouth went dry as he slipped the teacup inside his coat.
Has he gone mad—or simply grown that desperate? It was completely unlike Papa to steal. How could he—and after being shown hospitality?
Her outcry startled him. He half leapt from the chair—and Isabelle watched in horror as the teacup tumbled out from the coat. It rattled and rolled onto the stone ground, shattering into a million pieces.
A gloved hand broke through the darkness, quicker than a lightning strike. The hooded figure emerged from the shadows and seized Papa by his cravat. His other hand clasped a branch of flickering candles. The illumination flashed across the dark folds of his cloak, soaking him in a pool of light.
“Stealing from me, are you? Breaking my family’s keepsakes?” A sharp jerk forced Papa to his feet. The rough movement sent the top hat tumbling from his head and onto the stone floor. Papa’s waxen features melted into an expression of horror and confusion.
Her heart pounding, Isabelle lunged forward and frantically cried out, “Let him alone! It was an accident. Don’t you see that you’re frightening him?”
“Good.” The simple declaration threw Isabelle into stunned silence. Papa called out for her as the man strode from the sitting room, his solid legs eating up the ground in swift, decisive strides. Mon Dieu, he was physically dragging Papa through the castle.
This isn’t happening. It cannot be…
“Stop it! Stop it now—you monster!” Isabelle picked up her skirts and frantically chased after them. Parts of the castle were dark and unkempt, causing her to trip several times over wayward pieces of furniture. Her heart violently pounded in her ears. The man moved impressively fast; between his agile stride and sweeping cloak, he almost appeared to float through the corridors. Plopping onto the stone floor, his dog gave up trying to keep pace. Dust motes rose and fell in midair like ashes, obscuring her vision. She followed the branch’s illumination, watching as the candlelight threw prisms along the walls and floor.
“Please, monsieur. Have mercy, I beg you! He didn’t know any better. He's not in his right mind. He would never—”
“No one steals from me.” His low voice echoed in the darkness, steady as a war drum.
Isabelle felt herself descending. She ducked as she crossed a low archway, where she was met with a steep flight of stairs. A mouth into Hell. The ceiling lurked unusually low and was strung with cobwebs. Isabelle hiked up her skirts, which were now a filthy mess, and raced down the decayed steps. The hooded figure kept a swift pace while she desperately pursued Papa’s frightened cries.
Plagued by the darkness, Isabelle tripped and crashed down the stone steps. Pain cascaded through her body, knocking the breath from her lungs. Her skinned knees and elbows throbbed, her heart pounded, her head burned. She spared a moment to catch her breath as she struggled to her feet and resumed her vain quest. Papa’s muffled pleas and the sound of slamming bars ripped at her very soul.
The dank dungeon was nearly black. She slowed her pace, moving toward a beam of light at the far end. Rats the size of kittens scurried across the stone floor and filled the darkness with their terrible squeaking. Her heart thudding, Isabelle rushed through the maze of cells, following Papa’s voice and that flickering light. Chains and crude-looking objects littered the ground—torture devices from a past age, she realized with a shudder.
She found them.
Papa was grasping the rusted bars; disoriented and frightened, he was murmuring incoherent pleas. Tears fell from his sightless eyes, though Isabelle knew he fought to restrain them. The branch of candles sat in front of the cell, its wavering light illuminating his terrified expression.
“Forgive me. I have wronged you when you showed my daughter and me hospitality and mercy. Please, monsieur!”
The man towered before him, silent and still. His long arms remaining crossed, he stood with his lean torso straighter than a broadsword. His hood was drawn back, though Isabelle couldn’t see his face from her angle.
“Papa, I’m here,” she said beneath the weight of a strained breath.
“I-Isabelle?”
Not sparing a moment, she dashed over to the cell—and the man slowly rotated into sight.
Except he resembled more of a beast than any man she’d ever seen.
Isabelle clamped both hands over her mouth and forced her eyes away. The sight burned—and the inferno in his gaze only kindled that fire.
Half of his face looked monstrously twisted; charred mounds of puckered flesh distorted the features beyond any recognition, draining him of all traces of humanity. Those heaps of burned, leather-like skin gleamed and glistened in the candlelight. His hairline receded on the left side of his face and slanted high above a shriveled ear.
Under the severe scarring, his age was more or less indistinguishable—though Isabelle guessed he wasn’t a day under thirty-five.
But his eyes were breathtaking. Two brilliant sapphires. There was also a great sadness and anger in those eyes, as if he’d suffered more than his share of original sin. Alas, as she gazed into his eyes, all she saw was blue ice—an endless, arctic landscape of cold desolation.
The man turned away, appearing greatly affected by her stare, and hastily rearranged the hood. His scarred hands trembled as he smoothed down the cloak’s thick folds.
“Release him,” she demanded. “He didn’t mean any harm. I—”
“No one meddles with my family’s possessions. He can rot down here as my prisoner. He ought to count himself fortunate that I haven’t taken his hand.”
“Your prisoner? This... this is a mistake! You must believe me. He’d never—”
A deep, husky chuckle cut through her plea. “Even so.”
“Please. Just let him out.”
“It’s too late for that.” Those words seemed to speak volumes. He exhaled a long breath, and Isabelle watched as it unfurled against the darkness in a cloud.
Silence.
“Why... why are you so angry? Why must you be so hateful? So cruel?”
“If I let him go,” he said at length, “what can you offer in return?” Isabelle couldn’t find her tongue. She wandered directly in front of the cell, almost in a lucid trance, and clasped the cold bars. Papa was huddled in the corner now, coughing and shivering. Guilt, unlike anything she’d known before, pulsated through her.
I’m to blame for this. And if Papa stays here, he’ll die well within a fortnight, likely much sooner…
“Get out of my sight.” The man’s voice jarred Isabelle from her inward stupor. She turned to him and stepped forward, raising her chin at a defiant angle.
I am not so easily broken or frightened.
I am a survivor.
She scanned her empty, dank surroundings: the cold stone walls, sweeping cobwebs, and blazing branch of candles. Despair encased her. Stark emptiness. She dared to step closer while a faint trace of pity bloomed inside her heart.
They stood centimeters apart. Heat radiated from the man’s body, surrounding her, immersing her. Isabelle vainly searched for softness him, but only a dark, embittered spirit reached her. She stared up at his towering frame and gestured for him to bow forward. He hesitated, then did as she commanded. Her hands shook, damn her, as she peeled back his hood and met that piercing gaze again.
Half of his face was handsome—devastatingly so. In her twenty-two years of life, she’d never beheld such haunting beauty.
Jet‑black waves, rich and flowing, framed the chiseled lines of his startling features. Stubble peppered the strong curve of his jawline and shadowed a smooth, sculpted cheekbone. The right side of his face was striking, beautiful—a stark contrast to its wrecked counterpart. And within those patrician angles and intense eyes, she encountered his humanity.
His was a face of inconsistencies. Complex. Damaged. Predatory. And more than a bit intriguing.
“I will stay with you,” she heard herself whisper. “In my father’s place.”
“Isabelle—no! I forbid it!”
The man folded long, strong arms across his broad chest. His gaze crawled down her face and settled on the rise of her breasts—planting directly on her silver cross.
“I demand he’s seen by the finest of physicians.”
“Isabelle! Listen to me! I’m an old man. I’m dying. I—”
The man’s dark, strangely erotic voice cut through the cellar, and his eyes whipped back to her own with a startling force. “As my mistress.”
“What?”
“You must stay here as my mistress. For as long as I demand. Perhaps forever.”
Forever.
The word rang with a note of finality.
“Please, Isabelle! I beg you. Don’t do this!”
How could I endure it?
“Do as I say and your father shall safely return home.” He waved his cloaked arms with a magician’s delicate grace. “Your father—whatever family you may have—shall want for nothing. A house, clothing, anything they require. You only need to say the word. Your father will be under my protection—under the care of nurses and physicians—until his last breath.”
Isabelle briefly recalled what—and who—was waiting for her back in Ruillé. This fate wouldn’t be much worse. This desolate castle could serve as the perfect hideout. Papa would live in France, free from Raphael’s clutches and in the hands of the world’s greatest physicians…
“How... how can I trust you?” And does he even have the wealth to uphold such a promise?
“You cannot.”
She had faith Papa would send help once his health recovered. Or she’d find a way out, means of escape. In the interim, she would survive this grim castle and whatever horrors it concealed.
Papa would not. The castle would crush him beneath its dark heel in a matter of days.
Isabelle glanced at Papa again, then stared into the man’s brilliant eyes. There, lurking within those expressive depths, she found the softness she’d pursued minutes before.  
She sucked in her breath and nodded her agreement.
“It is done.” The man swept backward. “He’s to remain down here till first light. Then our agreement shall be carried out. In the meantime, I will bring blankets and food—”
“But it’s so cold! He—”
“Stole from me while he was a guest in my castle.”
He would not compromise. That much was certain.
“I demand to stay with him.”
“As you please.” He unlocked the cell. “Beyond the dungeon lies a labyrinth. Try to escape, and you’ll be lost forever.”

He tapped the wall with his booted heel. It swiveled, spun, and rotated, sweeping her captor to the other side...









~ Adam gives Isabelle his library ~



 “Close your eyes, ma belle.”
Strong hands cupped either side of her face. She felt as Adam’s thumbs tentatively brushed back and forth, stroking her cheeks in reverent caresses. Isabelle shut her eyes and slipped beneath his spell... leaned closer in the darkness until they stood heartbeat to heartbeat. The warmth of his breaths teased her hairline, bringing with them a minty scent. His thumbs descended to just below her chin. She lowered her face... felt a featherlight kiss land on her brow. It happened so subtly and gently—Isabelle wasn’t sure whether she’d imagined it.
She was allowing herself to feel too much. A stab of guilt penetrated her chest as her thoughts crept inward. Yet instincts told her to trust in her gut—to allow her heart to speak over her tumultuous thoughts. So she shoved away her guilt and allowed herself to simply feel.
Pounding footfalls echoed in the room, attesting to its sheer size. Isabelle waited in anticipation under the veil of darkness, her small hands knotted in Stranger’s wiry coat. The steady beat of Adam’s boots floated away from her. A loud whipping noise and a burst of light illuminated the room as he tugged a heavy damask curtain aside.
“Open your eyes, Isabelle.”
She did as he commanded. Shafts of sunlight tore inside, dancing across the marble floor in blaring prisms—though the darkness still obstructed the room’s contents. Isabelle’s imagination soared as she fantasized about what lay in those clotted shadows. Pale light fringed Adam’s formidable shape, contrasting his silhouette against the dim atmosphere.
He paused in front of the opened window and folded both arms behind his ramrod-straight back. Isabelle gazed at the line of his body, unable to tear her eyes away. Indeed, light from the window set him aglow, shrouding him in a cloak of gold. He wore black trousers and a white silk shirt, which fluttered lightly when he moved. Over the past several days, he’d made a habit of abandoning the cloak and hood. Isabelle had become accustomed to the mismatched sides of his face; where she once felt horror and revulsion, she now tingled with curiosity and budding admiration. Alas, the only true revulsion that remained was the memory of that night…
Adam was an undeniably prideful man, and she knew he’d only scorn her pity. Even his stance exuded a sense of importance and authority. Strange, how he was so often shy and almost childlike; then, as if by a flip of a coin, he’d turn regal, confident. It was as though he was battling two separate halves... as if an intricate part of himself kept fighting to emerge.
Not unlike the two contrasting sides of his face, Isabelle mused.
For a suspended moment, he stood in front of the conservatory window, his scarred hands planted on his lean hips as he surveyed the distant gardens. Then he crossed the room, his footfalls amplified by the medallion flooring, and thrust open another curtain.
Whoosh. Light flooded the space and chased away the shadows, and the room’s contents were ushered into view.
Isabelle nearly lost her breath at the sight.
It was a beautiful library—the most stunning sight she’d ever beheld. Ornate, intricately carved shelves towered against the painted walls and reached for a gilded ceiling. A baroque chandelier hung in the heart of the room; its crystals sparkled like diamonds as they drank in morning’s light. Isabelle fought to temper her racing heart as she gaped at the sweeping shelves. An intimate reading nook lined a curved window; lush pillows decorated the chaise, and a brass candelabra towered beside it.
In all her life, she’d never seen so many books. There were far too many to count. Too many books to read in one lifetime. Isabelle couldn’t help but think of the little storekeeper from Ruillé’s bookshop; she imagined his astonishment, how his bushy white brows would rise at the sight of Adam’s vast library. He’d run his wrinkled fingertips over the bindings and spines, reverently caressing each one. Her heart twisted with nostalgia at the thought of her former home. Once Raphael had entered her life, however, Ruillé had transformed into a prison.
This castle should have been just that. A jail cell. Yet she’d never felt more free than in that moment.
The library was larger than her whole cottage; several book-filled rooms connected to it, each one built with floor-to-ceiling shelves. Three sliding ladders were nestled against the circular walls, soaring to the very top of the domed ceiling.
She spun on her heels, twirling in place—watching as the immense collection flurried by in a fantastic mosaic of colorful spines and intricate woodwork.
Her eyes planted on Adam, who stood in front of the large row of glowing, arched windows. His arms were still folded behind his body, his sleek back straighter than an arrow. She couldn’t find her voice, couldn’t move forward, although she ached to reach out and embrace his solid body.
How would it feel to be enveloped inside that commanding strength?
A devastating smile spread across his misshapen features and cut her thought short. He ran a shaky hand through his hair, which was highlighted by the sun’s rays, and then hesitantly strode toward her. His boots rapped against the floor, and the sound swelled through the library. Stranger barked as he approached, the loud noise echoing in the room and jarring Isabelle from her trance.
“Do... do you like it?”
Finally he stood before her, silent and still. Isabelle inhaled a long breath, then laid her palm on the left side of his face. Her fingertips danced over the raised ridges and welts, the reddish scars and shriveled ear. His eyes shuttered closed, and she felt a shudder rake through his tense body.
“Yes. I love it.” And I'm starting to fall in love with you, too...


















·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠· Rachel L. Demeter ·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·



Rachel L. Demeter lives in the beautiful hills of Anaheim, 
California with Teddy, her goofy lowland sheepdog, and her 
high school sweetheart of fourteen years. She enjoys writing 
poignant romances that challenge the reader’s emotions and 
explore the redeeming power of love.

Imagining dynamic worlds and characters has been Rachel’s
 passion for longer than she can remember. Before learning 
how to read or write, she would dictate stories while her 
mother would record them for her. She holds a special affinity
 for the tortured hero and unconventional romances. Whether
 crafting the protagonist or antagonist, she ensures every 
character is given a soul.

Rachel endeavors to defy conventions by blending elements
 of romance, suspense, and horror. Some themes her stories
 never stray too far from: forbidden romance, soul mates, the 
power of love to redeem, mend all wounds, and triumph over 
darkness.
Her dream is to move readers and leave an emotional impact

  through her words.
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