Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Cycle of Rebirths chapter six preview #paranormalromance

Chapter Six



Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5

Book #2 - Cycle of Rebirths - Apple | Barnes and Noble | Amazon |

When the vampire Adam starts helping Agent Seven’s cause, she doesn't trust him, especially when her latest case involves her cousin Charlotte.
Charlotte was a high-school music teacher when Nicholae Dragomir found her and charmed his way into managing her career. She’s happy with minor fame until she meets Simon, a mysterious Englishman she’s irresistibly drawn to.
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 Agent Seven and Adam 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 Six
Adam
Friday

Simon came out of the concert hall with hurried steps.  Opening the passenger-side door, he said, “Hotel.”
“Struck out, eh?”  The engine running, Adam put the car in gear and navigated the parking lot.
“They don’t allow audience members backstage and she didn’t come out the front.”
“It was a long-shot.”
Simon was undeterred.  “I can still run into her at the hotel. The night is early.”
Adam sighed.  “Maybe you do. Maybe you have dinner and charm her socks off. Then what? This concert was one-night-only, so she’ll be off to another town.”
“So? We’ll follow her.”
“What if she doesn’t like you?”
A side-glare.  “That only happened once.”
“Which doesn’t rule out a second time. If you stalk the girl she’ll only call the police on you. Again.”
Simon thumped the door panel.  “Bloody hell, Adam, it’s like you don’t want me to be happy!”
“That’s absurd and you know it. I’m counseling you to take it slow. A modern girl in her twenties knows to be wary of strange men. Exchange numbers or e-mail or something. Court her properly, or she’ll never fall in love with you and we’ll be doing this all over again twenty-five years from now.”
He went silent.  An acknowledgement Adam was right. 
He parked the car at the hotel.  Simon was out and heading inside as soon as Adam turned the engine off.  He wouldn’t see him again until he got his answer.
Upstairs in their room, Adam checked in on his son Darius by phone, then searched through the TV channels until finding something palatable.  L.A. wasn’t a city he could wander around in if he valued his hide, so he’d be glad to move on. 
Shortly after ten, Simon came in.  By the droop of his shoulders, he had bad news.
“What happened? Did you see her?”
“No.”
“Maybe you haven’t waited long enough.”
He shook his head.  “I had the front desk clerk ring her room. She turned in for the night.”  He took off his boots.  “Must’ve entered a different way. I was sure she’d come down to eat…”
“Tomorrow is another day.”
His head hung.  “The clerk said she’s scheduled to check out tomorrow.”
“Oh. Let me guess, during daylight?”
“Got it in one.”
Adam muted the TV.  “Look, now you have her name, we can call Darius and have him search the Web for her concert schedule. The hunt has just begun.”
“What happened to your cautionary speeches?”
“I want you to be careful, not give up.”
A flop back on the bed.  “Now you tell me.”
“Go on, then. You don’t need me to find the woman.”  Plenty of his searches before and after they met had been carried out alone.
“At least I have a woman to look forward to, mate.”
Not this tune again.  “Oh, no. I have no interest in a wife. Don’t even start.”
“Darius won’t be around forever, eventually I’ll be free of this curse, and then you’ll be alone again. And that wasn’t a pleasant Adam.”  Simon grinned.  “I know you like redheads.”
Just like him to bring that fact up.  She’d smelled like spring.  Not an ounce of fear and a whole lot of spunk.  The burn she left on his neck itched as it healed.  “I can fill my time without the company of females, mortal or otherwise.”  And especially without the intriguing red-haired paladin that confronted him at the concert hall. 
“But what fun is that? Just think on it. Immortality is a lot of years to fill. Believe me.”
Of course Adam knew that.  But Simon spoke from the heart of a man in love and couldn’t understand his comfort with solitude. 
Simon had snatched the remote.  Adam groaned at his selection.  He had a penchant for obnoxious reality shows.  Adam took the remote back and turned the TV off.
“Call Darius. Faster I unload you on your reincarnated wife, the better.”
Simon laughed.
With the wind back in his sails, his best friend was once again his insufferably-jolly self. 
The hunt was on.


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