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Tuesday, 5 August 2014

Book Spotlight and Excerpt: Dark Fire by M.S. Keyton

Raoul, a C12th adventurer rescues Simone, the daughter of the legendary witch Melusine. Raoul, realises his danger too late. He has rescued her but also fallen captive to a love he will never escape. Both are now hunted, but as their pursuers close in, Simone has one last trick up her sleeve: Dark Fire, a satanic paste activated by sexual magic that will transport them through time and space. The only proviso is that they must find each other again. The penalty for failure is eternal damnation.
In the C21st their future hangs in the balance for Raoul is now Ralph and married to Laura. Simone is trapped in the C17th as Verity Strong. Time is against them...

Reader Alert! When Verity swaps bodies with Ralph she understands what it is to be a man. Ralph, trapped in her body sees things differently. Worse he is trapped in the C17th…but Verity has a plan.

To My Readers: As I Wrote Verity Strong, Sly And Relentless Gradually Took Over. For A Time I Thought I Was Exploring The Interplay Of Language, The Contrast Between The Robust Formality Of C17th English And The Way We Speak Now. But Verity Was Having None Of This. She Was After Only One Thing – Raoul – And This Time She Meant To Keep Him Forever.

She opened the door wearing a man’s shirt, which stopped around the middle of her thighs. She stepped back unbuttoning the shirt, her breasts rising against the thin white cotton.
Verity grinned at me, and I awoke.
It was the first of many dreams that night, each one about Verity in provocative dress, coming towards me, willing me back. And through them all, Laura slept as one dead. Several times I touched her, hoping she might wake, and each time I felt guilty and turned, drifting back into sleep.
A cry awakened me. A fox, I thought, their cry at night so much like that of an infant. I absorbed the quietness of the room, the slow ticking of the clock, the duvet wrapped around me like a padded shroud. I made my way cautiously towards the window and there drew back the curtains, finding to my surprise the window wide open. At first I saw nothing, my eyes being still thick in sleep and then, across from me, I saw her. It was, or appeared to be, a woman crouched panther--like on one of the larger branches of a garden tree. She was looking at me, her eyes, grey and luminous, her hair flowing darkly across pale shoulders. It was Verity Strong.
“Raelph…dost thou forsake me?”
Then with a suddenness that made my heart kick against my chest, she jumped, jerking to a quick shuddering halt as the noose around her neck tightened. The image faded as I watched and with it went my resolve not to visit Susan the following day.
Red Sage Publishing, Inc. © 2014 All Rights Reserved
About the Author:  I love words and how words change experience. As the story progressed I inhabited each of the characters and enjoyed every one. Other than that I love fine wine and beer.
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