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A Devilish Slumber
(The Rue Alliance, #1)
Shereen Vedam
Trade Paperback, 222 pages
Cover Artist: Debra Dixon
ImaJinn Books
February 17, 2015
Fantasy, Historical Romance, Mystery,
Paranormal Romance
(The Rue Alliance, #1)
Shereen Vedam
Trade Paperback, 222 pages
Cover Artist: Debra Dixon
ImaJinn Books
February 17, 2015
Fantasy, Historical Romance, Mystery,
Paranormal Romance
Inspired by Sleeping Beauty
BEAUTY AWOKE, AND THEN THE TROUBLE BEGAN . . .
Since dealing with the death of her sister, and her abandonment by Sir Phillip Jones—the man who professed to love her—Lady Roselyn Ravenstock has lived as if sleepwalking. Mired in grief, she sequestered herself in her home, avoiding all callers. Then she meets Mrs. Helen Beaumont, and Rose starts to come to life . . . until Helen is murdered. But this time, Rose isn’t going back to sleep. Vowing to avenge her friend, Rose dons a costume and goes out into the night looking for a killer.
Sir Phillip, the Regent’s favored spy, returns from war determined to win back the woman he was forced to leave three years ago. But when he witnesses Rose covered in blood, racing from a brutal scene while gripping the murder weapon, he goes on a desperate mission to unravel what he hopes is a case of mistaken identity.
The investigation leads Rose into a world of enchantment, where people can reshape their features, fires are begun with a snap of fingers, and objects move of their own accord. But the real magic is the blazing attraction that is re-awakened between her and Phillip.
Will Rose ever get her happily ever after? Possibly. But first, she’ll have to convince Phillip of her innocence—before the killer strikes again. . . .
As I began reading this excerpt, the excellent prose style instantly caught my attention, and had me suddenly sitting up straight, totally focused on the scene so well depicted here. Ms. Vedam is without a doubt a powerful writer, and this is very evident from the very first sentence in this short but tension-packed selection from the first chapter of her novel. Her attention to detail brings this scene alive, as well. I haven't really met the characters, and yet, I am totally absorbed and intrigued by them already!
As for the book's premise, I absolutely love it!
Not that mysteries are my favorite type of read, but I do love Regency romance, and this author has combined that with a fairy tale background, and a paranormal romance, as well. This is indeed a heady mix! Besides, I also find a touch of Sherlock Holmes in the narrative. It's there, under the surface. Last but most definitely NOT least, the cover of this book is simply GORGEOUS! In short, I MUST own this novel as soon as possible, so that I can plunge right into this enthralling narrative! I recommend the readers of this blog do the very same thing, too!!
Chapter One
Midnight,
Wednesday, April 8, 1813, London, England
A SCREAM RIPPLED
across the misty, dockside air.
Sir Phillip
Jones's pulse lurched at that mournful cry. Gripping his walking stick, he
raced down the hilly road of the deserted warehouse district in Wapping. A
second muffled scream rang out and was then abruptly cut off. No longer
concerned about keeping his movements covert, he ran toward those terrified
shrieks. Rounding a corner, he tore past a man staring toward where the screams
had come from.
"Imbecile,"
the large man grumbled from behind him.
Phillip was ten
feet away before it registered that the man had sworn in French. By then, the
woman who ran out of a warehouse gripping a bloody dagger had captured his
focus. For a split second, her face was clearly highlighted by a stray shaft of
moonlight piercing the mist. He stumbled to a halt, his chest heaving for air
as stunned recognition sank in.
Rose?
The lady started
and swung toward him. Had he spoken aloud? Pulling her hood up, she then
sprinted off into the night.
Phillip
instantly gave chase, but when he reached the open warehouse door through which
she had fled, he pulled back. If that had been his Rose, he knew where she
lived.
Rapidly
retreating footsteps behind him suggested the irate Frenchman, probably a
sailor, was also prudently withdrawing from this possible crime scene.
Inside the
warehouse, despite the wide open door, it was pitch black, but that coppery
scent of fresh, spilled blood was unmistakable in the chilly sea air. Instead of
blindly stepping in, Phillip pulled out his candle and circular silver
tinderbox from his pocket. He had not survived the dangers of being an
intelligence officer for the past five years by acting foolishly during a
crisis.
He methodically
placed the candle's wick end into the hole on the lid and struck the flint
until the candle lit. Then, with flickering candle attached to the tinderbox's
socket, he cautiously proceeded inside, his walking stick, with a sword hidden
inside, raised to act as a club. If someone lurked within this warehouse, he
would need blunt force, not blade finesse.
The warehouse
was empty except for the victim who was slumped on the grimy floor, blood
pooling at her side. Her throat had been slit. Her eyes were wide open as if in
shock. He lowered his weapon, placed his candle holder on the ground, and knelt
to check for signs of life. Her arm was limp and there was no pulse at the
wrist, and not even a hint of a breath. Her skin was still warm, but her spirit
had been effectively extinguished.
With a defeated
sigh, he searched her reticule and found calling cards which confirmed her
identity. This was indeed Mrs. Beaumont, the woman he had come to meet tonight.
Not many from this riverside section of London could afford the luxury of
calling cards. Her gown was serviceable, but not of high fashion. He strode
restlessly around the empty warehouse, kicking aside empty crates and litter,
poking at the walls in search of a hidden door, anything to prove that Rose was
unlikely to be the culprit of this crime.
Anger built as
he returned, empty handed, to the body. With a grunt of frustration, he flung
his weighty walking stick across the room. It struck the wooden wall with a
satisfying bang and then clattered as it rolled across the hollow chamber.
Shoulders set
with resolve, he proceeded with his last distasteful but necessary search. He
examined the underside of Mrs. Beaumont's sleeves and delved into her bodice.
Nothing. He then lifted her gown in case she had strapped something to her
limbs. Disappointed there too, he removed her boots and stripped off her
stockings. Finding nary a clue, he carefully redressed her, making sure she
would be respectably covered before the river police arrived. All the while,
words rang through his mind. That cannot have been Rose running away.
As he
re-positioned her arms at her side, he noticed one of the lady's clenched
hands. Pulse speeding in anticipation, he raised her fist for closer study.
Probing with his forefinger revealed something held inside her fist. He pried
her fingers apart until they revealed a scrunched-up handkerchief. Drawing his
candle holder closer, he carefully spread apart the material on the floor.
There, on the top right, was a small, black, neatly embroidered crest of a
raven.
That further evidence
of Rose's guilt left him in choking silence as he battled the urge to compare
it to the handkerchief now burning a hole in his breast pocket. Finally,
knowing he had no choice, he pulled out the other and gently unfolded it beside
the crumpled one. The two crests were a match. His handkerchief had been a gift
from Lady Roselyn Ravenstock.
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Once upon a time, Shereen Vedam
read fantasy and romance novels to entertain herself. Now she writes
heartwarming tales braided with threads of magic and love and mystery elements
woven in for good measure. She’s a fan of resourceful women, intriguing men,
and happily-ever-after endings. If her stories whisk you away to a different
realm for a few hours, then Shereen will have achieved one of her life goals.
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