Dangerous Passions by Leigh Anderson - Book Tour + Giveaway
Dangerous Passions
by Leigh Anderson
Genre:
Gothic Paranormal Romance
Gothic Paranormal Romance
Isoline Beresford has beautiful yet haunting dreams. In them, a man she
doesn't know is calling to her. She's inexplicably, inexorably drawn
to him, until he's more real to her than her own fiancé.
doesn't know is calling to her. She's inexplicably, inexorably drawn
to him, until he's more real to her than her own fiancé.
When she calls off her engagement, her enraged father sends her to live
with her ninety-year-old grand-aunt, the Dowager Countess Bellamira
Granville. If she won't do her duty at home, he reasons, perhaps she
can at least convince Lady Granville to leave her fortune to Isoline.
with her ninety-year-old grand-aunt, the Dowager Countess Bellamira
Granville. If she won't do her duty at home, he reasons, perhaps she
can at least convince Lady Granville to leave her fortune to Isoline.
But life at Thornrush Manor is not what Isoline expected. Her aunt is as
spry and elegant as a woman half her age. Her nearest neighbor, a
distant cousin, begins courting her. And a dark and handsome artist
proves a pleasant companion.
spry and elegant as a woman half her age. Her nearest neighbor, a
distant cousin, begins courting her. And a dark and handsome artist
proves a pleasant companion.
All the while, her dreams grow more intense. More urgent. More passionate.
More dangerous.
In order to save everyone at Thornbrush Manor, Isoline will have to
confront the darkest parts of herself-and discover the secret of the
man who hides in her dreams.
confront the darkest parts of herself-and discover the secret of the
man who hides in her dreams.
Fans of Daphne Du Mauier, Sherrilyn Kenyon, and Eve Silver are sure to
love this Gothic romance from Leigh Anderson.
love this Gothic romance from Leigh Anderson.
“Isoline…”
Isoline gasped as she opened her eyes. He was here…again…always…
“Isoline…”
She climbed out of bed, her hands gripping her satin robe as she
stood, but when she looked back, the bed was gone, as were the walls of her
room. She wrapped the robe around herself as the fog crept in around her
ankles. She was somewhere outside. She could feel the grass under her feet and
the dampness in the air, yet she was not cold. The strange sensations told her
that none of this was real…yet she knew it was.
“Isoline…” he called to her again.
“I’m here,” she
replied softly. “Show yourself.” She knew he would not, but still she tried to
convince him to reveal his face. In the five years he had been coming to her in
her dreams, she had not seen who he was, but she could feel he had gotten
closer to her.
She took a step forward. Just because she was alone in a dream
with a strange man did not mean she could not enjoy a short walk. She had been
coming here for so long, this place no longer terrified her.
It was a large open glade, with grass up to her
knees, surrounded by forest. She had tried many times to reach the
edge of the glade, but she had never made it that far. A pale blue moon lighted
her way. She clutched tightly to the robe at her chest and ran the tips of her
fingers along the edges of the grass as she walked. She shivered, not from
cold, but from the way the grass tickled her bare calves as she walked.
She heard footsteps behind her. She slowly turned her head, but
there was no one there, as usual. She continued her walk, and she heard the
footsteps again, closer this time.
“I want to see you,”
she said. “It is time, don’t you think?”
He did not respond, but she felt the wind lightly touch the ends
of her long dark hair. No…it wasn’t the wind. It was him. She knew it was. She
shivered again.
“If you cannot
reveal yourself to me you need to stop bringing me here,” she said. “I…” She
had delayed in telling him the truth. This man in her dreams. She shook her
head, disappointed with herself. What was she afraid of? Offending a figment of
her imagination?
But what she knew to be true and what she knew to be reasonable
and logical warred in her mind. She knew she was dreaming. But she also knew
this was much more than a dream. But if it was more than a dream, what was it?
It was the unknown that scared her more than the dream itself. She no longer
feared the dream as she once did. She actually longed for it. She did not know
what caused the dreams to happen. There seemed to be no logical order to when
they happened. One night, two nights, three nights could pass before she would
find herself here. When too many nights passed that she was not awakened by him
calling her name, she would miss him. Miss this place.
And yet, as a dream, she could not let it stop her from living.
But she did. She had for too long. She had to put an end to it.
It was time to focus on the world of the waking.
“I am getting
married,” she finally said in one quick breath.
The world stilled. For the first time in a dream, she felt cold.
She pulled her robe more tightly around her and could see the crystals of her
own breath before her.
“Do not be angry,”
she said. “You know we cannot continue like this.”
We. As if she had a
choice in being here. She could not will the dreams to come to her. She had
tried. She could not change the content of the dreams. She had tried that as
well. And yet…she wanted to be here. She wanted to see this man who had called
to her all these years. She wanted to know him. To touch him. To see him. But
if he could not give her that, she could not keep coming here.
“It is dishonorable
to my future husband,” she said. “I cannot keep coming to you from my marriage
bed. It is disloyal.”
From over her shoulder, she could see him breathing. He was
right behind her. Her own breath stilled. They were so close. If only she could
touch him.
“Just show me your
face,” she panted, “and I will end the engagement.”
The hairs on her arms prickled. He was right there, so close.
Almost touching her but not quite. She had to look. She turned to face him.
And he was gone.
She stood alone in the field.
“Who are you?” she
yelled.
LEIGH ANDERSON loves all things Gothic and paranormal. Her master’s
thesis was on vampire imagery in Gothic novels and she met her
husband while assuming the role of a vampire online. She currently
teaches writing at several universities and has a rather impressive
collection of tiny hats. She lives in a small town in the mountains
with her husband, human child, and two fur-children. She is currently
working on too many writing projects, and yet not enough.
thesis was on vampire imagery in Gothic novels and she met her
husband while assuming the role of a vampire online. She currently
teaches writing at several universities and has a rather impressive
collection of tiny hats. She lives in a small town in the mountains
with her husband, human child, and two fur-children. She is currently
working on too many writing projects, and yet not enough.
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