what ere' they may be
for the Dark Lords scour the night
looking for thee…
Centuries-old legends tell of enchanted forests, said to
house otherworldly beings who hold court in the deepest, darkest part of the
woods. During the festival of Samhain, when the veil between the realms of
reality and wonder grow thin, the Dark Lords are relentless in their carnal
quest to dominate a maiden's soul.
Master of DESIRE -Amanda McIntyre
A childhood quest into the supernatural returns to haunt
Francesca, now an aging star of the opera stage. Her phantom suitor offers her
the twilight warmth of a dazzling career, or the embodiment of her youthful wish-a
lifetime of unbridled passion, but she can choose only one...
Excerpt
She smiled and nodded,
silently willing their applause to subside, so that she could show them why
they’d come, the reason that they loved her. She wanted to prove to them that
she still had the power of her voice—the true prize of their adoration and
devotion. She caught the conductor’s glazed look, and conveyed with her eyes as
subtly as could to begin. Flustered, as though forgetting why he was there, he faced
the orchestra and frantically tapped his podium. Francesca took a deep breath,
opened her mouth and for the next few moments the stage was her oyster. There
was not a sound in the house, save the lulling blend of her voice to the music.
She held them spellbound, coaxing, seducing softly building momentum,
commanding the foreplay. Both exhilarating and frightening she wielded her
instrument-her voice. With but a subtle change, she could summon a gasp, a
sigh, even a tear.
The music swelled to
a dizzying crescendo, and she paused to gather all that was within her, as she
prepared to unleash the single note that would leave them shuddering with
delight. Her gaze drifted over the audience, ghostly faces, marred by the
bright lights. She took advantage of their hunger, holding nothing back, giving herself as though
naked, to the throng. She raised her
arms, slightly, preparing her diaphragm, tempting her audience with the
anticipation of what was to come. Her lids drifted shut, sliding into the high
note with fluid ease and watched beneath hooded lids hoping to catch the look
of a few faces as she carried them over the edge of surprise. Her gaze fell on the
box seat nearest the stage, occupied by a devilishly handsome man. He appeared alone--much
to her delight--and his dark, glittering eyes raked over her with obvious wickedness.
The note in her lungs hung in her throat, making her chest ache. His eyes
locked to hers and then somehow to took control of her voice.
He lowered his
chin, pulling the note low, barely discernible and then with the lifting of his
chin, increased the note in both volume and pitch. It was as though she had no
control of her body. He lorded his presence over her, commanding, demanding
more. Francesca worked to fill her lungs with quick, shallow breaths to
maintain the mystical hold he had on her voice. His piercing eyes glittered
with passion, the intent to master her body and voice evident in his hardened
gaze. Images appeared
through the smoky haze in her mind. Seductive, sexy visions in vivid
detail of
their bodies entwined on tangled sheets...
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