by Lisa Carlisle
Grad
student Savannah Evans is thrilled to be accepted as a resident to a
prestigious art colony. Where else would she be able to focus on her craft of
writing poetry in a setting like that of the medieval-styled castle? The remote
New England island is a respite from her hectic city life. When she meets her
benefactor, a mysterious French sculptor, her expectations for carefree days
writing near the ocean are distracted by unprofessional fantasies about her
sponsor.
Antoine
Chevalier built Les Beaux Arts on DeRoche Island to bring purpose back to
an existence that has lost meaning. He’s wandered the earth for decades and
finds solace in returning to art. When Savannah applies for a
residency, something about her words touches him. After her arrival, a physical
attraction grows between them, which he struggles against. She
deserves more than someone of his kind.
Antoine
proposes they become lovers during her stay. But the situation turns complicated
when Savannah discovers his secret. She had suspicions about his identity, but
finds the truth overwhelming. Consumed by her desire for Antoine and faced with
a tough decision, she is blind to the danger that has arrived at DeRoche
Island.
A New Adult Erotic Romance
Paranormal / gargoyle / vampire / shapeshifter
Paranormal / gargoyle / vampire / shapeshifter
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Excerpt
Savannah’s
fingers traced the cool marble of the god’s muscular back and then the
definition in his arm as he drew an arrow to shoot. She pictured Antoine bent
over the sculpture, brows furrowed in concentration, losing sense of time as he
polished each portion to perfection.
“Do you
like this?” A deep voice whispering in her ear startled her.
She
jumped at the sound of his voice, bumping back into his hard chest, and he
caught her upper arms to steady her. Only one man in the castle spoke in that
smooth French accent—the sculptor himself.
“Oh,
I’m sorry, Antoine.” She fumbled taking a half step forward, away from him. “I
shouldn’t have touched it.”
“No,
don’t apologize.” He let go of her arms, but his warm breath tickled her ear.
He took
her hand, caressing her palm, which sent tingles up her arm. Her bottom lip
quivered as he brought her fingers to rest again on the marble piece. She
thanked the gods he remained behind her so he couldn’t witness her nervous
reaction, and she bit her lip to halt the tremors. This was not the way for a
young protégée to behave in front of her benefactor. He owned the castle,
created the art colony here where she was attending on a poetry scholarship—she
shouldn’t go gaga simply from his touch. Which was exactly what she was doing.
“It
pleases me that you appreciate my work.” Leading her fingers down the figure’s
chiseled chest, he leaned in closer and added, “I liked watching you admire
it.”
His
voice alone sent flames rippling through her. Every nerve in her being lit with
awareness in reaction to him. In the months since they’d met, they’d never been
alone in such proximity. Weeks of heated looks from afar had inflamed her
desire so the slightest touch became intimate, strengthening her need for more.
Sounds
of approaching voices indicated this evening’s performance in the chateau would
soon begin. Several of the musicians in the art colony had collaborated on
orchestral pieces they wanted to play in front of an audience for the first
time. As fellow artists in residence, they sought the support of fellow
residents.
Antoine
kissed her hand like a suitor in a bygone era. “I hope you enjoy the concert,
Savannah.”
Her
lips parted, opening and closing like a fish while she thought of what to say.
When she mustered up the courage to turn and face him, he had already left the
room, filling her with both relief and disappointment. Unaware she’d been
holding her breath, she exhaled deeply.
Several times over the course of the evening, Savannah caught
Antoine’s dark eyes watching her. Her emotions roiled in confusion while the
performers played Barber’s Adagio for Strings.The way he held her gaze
without blinking made her squirm in the burgundy armchair. The rising tension
and resolution from the violin and cello underscored her tumultuous emotions.
She
smiled at him briefly and focused on the musicians, aware of how her heartbeat
had escalated. When she glanced again at Antoine, he still watched her
unabashed, as if unconcerned about what the others would think. He took a sip
of Porto, nodded her way, and then returned his attention to the musicians. She
sat up straighter and crossed her legs at the ankles, then uncrossed them, and
crossed them again.
The
attraction was becoming more difficult to ignore. In light of how he breached
the physical distance by touching her so earlier, she feared she’d be unable to
keep her desires hidden much longer. She’d developed an instant crush since she
arrived at the castle three months before. How could she not be—he was a
renowned sculptor with a devastating, dark appeal. What was she to him than
just another young resident who would be gone in three months, replaced by
another.
Was she
reading more into the brief exchange than was warranted?
It’s just a look. Only a casual
glance my way. Even as
she attempted to fool herself, she knew she was full of shit.
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Lisa Carlisle
Dark heroes, spirited heroines, scorching stories
Dark heroes, spirited heroines, scorching stories
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