The White Lady
by Beth
Trissel
GENRE: Ghostly Holiday Time Travel Romance
BLURB:
Avery Dunham has always been ready to follow her friend,
time-traveling wizard, Ignus Burke, on incredible adventures. This time,
though, she has serious misgivings. It's just one week before Christmas, but
she cannot get him to change his mind. The usually cool and collected
magic-wielding leader is wholly obsessed by the portrait of the White Lady whom
he is bent on rescuing.
Almost as soon as they begin their journey, it becomes clear their mission is a trap.
Avery was right: this adventure is not going to be like any other.
Almost as soon as they begin their journey, it becomes clear their mission is a trap.
Avery was right: this adventure is not going to be like any other.
Excerpt:
What
had Mrs. Burke said about the smell of black magic? An acrid scent clung to the
portrait. Avery could practically taste the bitterness on her tongue, and she’d
scarfed the last dollop of Guy’s chocolate mousse. The chocolaty sweetness
should linger, not this fetid whiff from the fumes of Mordor.
A
slight exaggeration, perhaps, but the disagreeable odor went beyond the
mustiness associated with the age of some things, mostly old books. And this
was no antiquated leather-bound volume. Paintings didn’t generally reek. Had
she grown more sensitive to the smell, or was the proximity of the portrait the
reason she was affected? Or something far more ominous…
When/if
they returned from this journey, she planned to toss her Highness into the
fire, unless Mrs. Burke still objected to destroying the painting. Ignus was
too entranced for a reasonable discussion. It was like Invasion of the Body
Snatchers with him. Not entirely. He wasn’t deranged, but not himself.
Maybe
if she hadn’t known him before his bewitchment, she wouldn’t be as aware of the
alteration in his personality. He used to be a lot more fun.
She
sought Stan’s reassuring presence. His hair might change color, and he didn’t
need the glasses he wore to enhance his geekiness, but he remained steady.
“Here
goes nothing, or freakin’ everything,” she said.
He
eyed her from beneath his brown bowler. “Something, for sure. Whatever you do,
for God’s sake, don’t blink.”
Her
jaw dropped. “Not the Weeping Angels again? Are you thinking what I am?”
A
smile twitched at his lips. “Great minds.”
“Don’t
go there. Nothing could be worse than them.”
All
humor faded from his face. “Never say never.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Married
to my high school sweetheart, I live on a farm in the Shenandoah Valley of
Virginia with my people and furbabies. An avid gardener, I grow herbs and
heirloom flowers and use them in my stories. The rich history of Virginia, the
Native Americans, and the Scots-Irish are at the heart of my inspiration. My
English/Scots-Irish ancestors were among the earliest settlers in America. I
write historical romance set in the colonial frontier (The Native American
Warrior Series), and the American Revolution (The Traitor's Legacy Series),
colonial American Christmas romance (A Warrior for Christmas) Georgian England
romance (Into the Lion's Heart, the time and place of Poldark). Some of my
historicals have ghosts and paranormal in them. I also write Young Adult
shapeshifter, fantasy romance (The Secret Warrior Series), and New Adult
paranormal time travel, time slip romance to the Scottish Highlands, the
American Revolution, the Civil War, WW1.. (My Somewhere in Time and Ladies in
Time Series.)
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3 comments:
Thank you for hosting
Genres I do enjoy reading.
Sounds Awesome.
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