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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.
Good witch, bad witch, you must decide…
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.
Enjoy the following excerpt:
“Ms. Laurent, it is my pleasure to meet you.” The low timbre of his accented English curled her peachy-pink colored toes.
She couldn’t speak. He did not know her.
Of course, he could not know what happened at night in her bedroom. It was the bold lust in his eyes that made it seem as if he did.
She averted her gaze so he would not see the truth of those nights in her eyes.
“Mr. Cardiff,” she whispered. Her heart was beating so fast, she was afraid she would embarrass herself and break out in a cold sweat.
“Please, call me Roman.”
She could think of a million reasons why she should not. There was that predatory smile again.
“Roman has commissioned Penrod’s to collaborate on the new Cardiff collection.”
She turned toward the voice and her tunnel vision broadened. Harold was still in the room.
Ah, yes, Cardiff Jewels in England…
Giles Cardiff had a stroke last year. Roman Cardiff was the owner of the company now that his father had passed away. Talk about old money. Cardiff Jewels remained one of the most successful corporations in the business. It had a stronghold on the market, and showed no signs of weakening its grip.
Until now, she had never come into contact with any of the Cardiffs. She knew their specific production requirements, which were relayed through Harold to the design department.
I have been carrying on with this hunk in my dreams.
Now that the man had infiltrated the real world, left her apartment and come out in the light of day, it was clear she had been dreaming. This man had a name, a very well-known name, and a life. He had been born to a jewel dynasty. He was not a phantom.
About the Author:
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.