By Cynthia Wicklund
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A HALLOWEEN SPECIAL PRICE FOR THOSE WHO LIKE A LITTLE SCARY WITH THEIR ROMANCE!
SOMETIMES A GIRL JUST WANTS THE BAD BOY…
Nicholas Anthony's spirit has been corrupted. A moment of spite four hundred years in the past turned him into an immortal monster. Now he is obsessed by an unnatural hunger, feasting on the good in others while seeking the good in himself. But unlike the vampire of myth, it's not the taste of blood that draws him, but the very essence of his victims. The soul. Fortunately for Nicholas the evil that dwells within him has not destroyed his conscience, his ability to care, because that in the end will be his salvation.
That…and Regina Miles.
EXCERPTS:
Heaven in His Touch
by Cynthia Wicklund
Coming 2012
The Trouble With Love
Book 1: Texas One Night Stands
by Joan Reeves
Available Now
Dare the Devil
by Elaine Raco Chase
Available Now
EXCERPT FROM THIEF OF SOULS:
Midnight found Nick in the South Waterfront Business District, and he parked the car, wandering out on a small public pier, deserted at that time of night. One inadequate street lamp lit the wood and cement structure, but it didn’t matter. The solitary gloom suited him.
Standing at the farthest edge of the pier, he stared out where the ocean met the sky, the impenetrable blackness hiding exactly where that meeting was. The tang of salt water and dead fish assaulted his nose with the shifting breeze, while inky swells lapped against the pilings, creating a suction sound below his feet. The air was cold, bracing, but he wasn’t uncomfortable. Regina’s spirit kept him warm. That knowledge gave him no pleasure.
The isolated peace of his surroundings reminded Nick of how alone he was, what lay between him and the rest of humanity. Regina was his sole link to that humanity, and soon he would be headed back to her, perhaps to sever that link for good…
He grabbed the railing, holding on tight to keep from tossing himself into the murky soup foaming under the pier. Why should he hold himself back? he wondered. Perhaps this was his way out. Perhaps the sea would haul him under, trapping him in its watery fist, dashing him against the rocks, keeping him there until he rotted beneath the deadly waves. And perhaps, just perhaps, while he was saving himself he could save Regina as well.
“That is not your fate, Nicolae Antonescu,” a spiteful voice whispered in his head, “for in your battered and rotted state you will survive, your remains coughed up on the land to become the same grotesque beast who was towed under…and Regina will be waiting.”
Nick howled, a tormented sound caught by the wind and flung over the water. The cry curled back at him, mournfully, and pain exquisitely agonizing for its clarity filled him—the pain of his ineptitude, his weakness…of the inevitability of his battle with greed. Never, not in four hundred and fifty years had he wanted this badly to find himself, to cease being what he had become. How did he exorcize the evil that invaded his pores, permeated his blood, formed the very air he inhaled and exhaled?
Tonight…tonight he felt close to the answer despite his pessimism. Not that it was even somewhat clear to him. It wasn’t. It skittered just beyond his grasp, revealing only enough to frustrate. But if the answer was there, merely needing to be unearthed, then he had a reason to renew the fight. He ignored the jeering voice that filled his head again, asking how he now planned to discover what he’d spent centuries trying to discover without success.
One thing he knew for certain—the solution to his problem would not be coming to get him. He must continue to seek his own salvation, for the Magic had no vested interest in seeing him succeed. And now he had more reason than ever to want to save himself.
It was Regina’s only hope.
A HALLOWEEN SPECIAL PRICE FOR THOSE WHO LIKE A LITTLE SCARY WITH THEIR ROMANCE!
SOMETIMES A GIRL JUST WANTS THE BAD BOY…
Nicholas Anthony's spirit has been corrupted. A moment of spite four hundred years in the past turned him into an immortal monster. Now he is obsessed by an unnatural hunger, feasting on the good in others while seeking the good in himself. But unlike the vampire of myth, it's not the taste of blood that draws him, but the very essence of his victims. The soul. Fortunately for Nicholas the evil that dwells within him has not destroyed his conscience, his ability to care, because that in the end will be his salvation.
That…and Regina Miles.
EXCERPTS:
Heaven in His Touch
by Cynthia Wicklund
Coming 2012
The Trouble With Love
Book 1: Texas One Night Stands
by Joan Reeves
Available Now
Dare the Devil
by Elaine Raco Chase
Available Now
EXCERPT FROM THIEF OF SOULS:
Midnight found Nick in the South Waterfront Business District, and he parked the car, wandering out on a small public pier, deserted at that time of night. One inadequate street lamp lit the wood and cement structure, but it didn’t matter. The solitary gloom suited him.
Standing at the farthest edge of the pier, he stared out where the ocean met the sky, the impenetrable blackness hiding exactly where that meeting was. The tang of salt water and dead fish assaulted his nose with the shifting breeze, while inky swells lapped against the pilings, creating a suction sound below his feet. The air was cold, bracing, but he wasn’t uncomfortable. Regina’s spirit kept him warm. That knowledge gave him no pleasure.
The isolated peace of his surroundings reminded Nick of how alone he was, what lay between him and the rest of humanity. Regina was his sole link to that humanity, and soon he would be headed back to her, perhaps to sever that link for good…
He grabbed the railing, holding on tight to keep from tossing himself into the murky soup foaming under the pier. Why should he hold himself back? he wondered. Perhaps this was his way out. Perhaps the sea would haul him under, trapping him in its watery fist, dashing him against the rocks, keeping him there until he rotted beneath the deadly waves. And perhaps, just perhaps, while he was saving himself he could save Regina as well.
“That is not your fate, Nicolae Antonescu,” a spiteful voice whispered in his head, “for in your battered and rotted state you will survive, your remains coughed up on the land to become the same grotesque beast who was towed under…and Regina will be waiting.”
Nick howled, a tormented sound caught by the wind and flung over the water. The cry curled back at him, mournfully, and pain exquisitely agonizing for its clarity filled him—the pain of his ineptitude, his weakness…of the inevitability of his battle with greed. Never, not in four hundred and fifty years had he wanted this badly to find himself, to cease being what he had become. How did he exorcize the evil that invaded his pores, permeated his blood, formed the very air he inhaled and exhaled?
Tonight…tonight he felt close to the answer despite his pessimism. Not that it was even somewhat clear to him. It wasn’t. It skittered just beyond his grasp, revealing only enough to frustrate. But if the answer was there, merely needing to be unearthed, then he had a reason to renew the fight. He ignored the jeering voice that filled his head again, asking how he now planned to discover what he’d spent centuries trying to discover without success.
One thing he knew for certain—the solution to his problem would not be coming to get him. He must continue to seek his own salvation, for the Magic had no vested interest in seeing him succeed. And now he had more reason than ever to want to save himself.
It was Regina’s only hope.
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