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When the vampire Adam starts helping Agent Seven’s
cause, she doesn't trust him, especially when her latest case involves her
cousin Charlotte.
Simon lost his
wife Caroline in 1530 to a devastating curse—she’s reincarnated every
generation with no memory of him and he spends his days trapped as a statue. If
they don’t fall in love again by her twenty-fifth birthday, the search starts
all over. He discovers her latest doppelganger in the form of Charlotte Taylor
during a concert attended with his best friend Adam.
When Simon
hesitates to divulge his past to Charlotte ,
it sends her straight into Nicholae’s clutches—a vampire in Juliet’s clan—and a
path of destruction. If they don’t save Charlotte in time, she and Simon will
be cursed forever.
This story is
intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult situations.
Chapter Four
May 2007
Simon
Caroline was the most beautiful woman in the
village, of fair countenance and even fairer heart. Kind, virtuous, quick to laugh…I’d loved her
since I was a boy.
Elevator or
stairs—neither way was fast enough.
Simon raced back
into their Biltmore hotel room. “I found
her!”
A long-suffering
expression filled his friend’s supernaturally-perfect face. “Not this again. What caught your eye this
time: hair, a scent, a smile?”
Since 1750, they
had looked for Simon’s lost wife reincarnated and there had been so many
disappointments. Of course the man was
skeptical.
“I found her, Adam. It’s my wife.”
He muted the
television. “No, she is not, assuming
you have the right young woman. She won’t know you.”
Simon huffed. “I’m perfectly aware of this curse. Lived
with it for five-hundred years. I’m telling you! She’s in this very hotel, mere
floors above us. I’ve never been this close before.”
Adam’s eyes
narrowed on him, a sign he was listening, finally. “How do you know?”
“I ran into her in
the lobby. She and a redhead went into the lift and only the redhead came back
again.”
Adam sighed. “That is only one reason both women did not
leave again.”
Simon glared at
him. “You’re a right buzz-kill,
mate.”
And possibly
correct.
“So I’ve been
told. Doesn’t mean I’m wrong.” His
friend didn’t rise to the bait of his agitation. “Simon, we’ve been down this road before. A
thousand times.”
“This is
different. The redhead told me my wife is a pianist and in town to play a
concert. It can’t be hard to narrow down the venue.”
Though doing it without the knife to his throat would’ve
been more polite. Young women that
looked like they could possibly still be in high school weren’t known for
pulling weapons on a bloke, but Simon had never been to Los Angeles
“No, it won’t. Did
you get a name, by chance?” Adam asked.
“No.”
“Why not?”
Because it shocked
and stunned him every time he caught a glimpse of his wife again, the longing
and relief overwhelming his ability for good reason. “Will you help me find her or not?”
“As your only
friend, what else would I do?”
Simon crossed his
arms over his chest. “Best friend.”
“Potato, po-ta-to,
old man.”
Adam’s skepticism
was frustrating, but Simon couldn’t blame him.
His mate was only looking after him.
Looking out for his battered heart.
It was her,
though.
Finally.
Finally so close to making a connection with Caroline’s latest
doppelganger.
And with a little Providence
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