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Sometimes a monster really is hiding under the bed.Welcome to another offering for Frisky Friday, where we hope you're getting as excited about the weekend as we are. This week, I'm sharing an excerpt from my 1st book, Mortal Illusions. A vampire romance published by New Concepts Publishing, Mortal Illusions is currently the first in a series of 3 books. Its sequel, Fatal Desire, is currently under production.
This snippet occurs at the beginning of Chapter 6. Germaine St. Justine and Claire Daniels are both attending the opening night festivities of Germaine's newest musical "Dracula." Claire's mother died the day before, and Germaine dedicated their opening night performance to her. Though Claire is grateful for Germaine's support, she has grown more and more convinced he is really a vampire and was once her mother's lover. So, when she begins making wild accusations Germaine is really a vampire, he suggests their backstage doctor sedate her enough to calm her down so she can complete her performance. Claire is furious with him for avoiding her questions and overriding her wishes in the matter, but attends the party anyway, since she doesn't want to do anything that might ruin the night her mother had most wanted to see. Claire's Broadway debut.
Claire smiled gratefully at the standing ovation she received, but continued to cling to Harry's arm. Germaine didn't think that would bother him either, but it did. However, when he saw Harry hand Claire her third glass of champagne, Germaine grew livid. If the woman didn't have enough sense to realize she wasn't supposed to consume alcohol with the drug she'd been given, then the gentleman with her should at least take heed of the warning signs.
He started over to have a word with Harry Collins when Harry abruptly made his excuses and headed straight toward him instead.Gesturing imperiously for Germaine to follow him, Harry strode toward an empty corner and turned on his heel. He stood with his back to the wall and his arms crossed before him in a stance that was part belligerent and part defensive--his eyes daring Germaine to disregard him.
Germaine slid his hands into his pockets. With a single flick of his wrist he could send his puny mortal challenger flying across the room and out the bank of windows looking down on the Avenue of Americas. Smiling inwardly at the notion, he strolled over to where Harry waited.
Read the first three chapters at: Mortal Illusions
Thanks for visiting. I hope you enjoyed this brief excerpt and wish you and yours a very Frisky Friday.