Whisper
the Dead
The
Lovegrove Legacy
Book
Two
Alyxandra
Harvey
Genre:
YA, YA historical paranormal, witches
Publisher:
Bloomsbury
Date
of Publication: Oct 7,2014
Word
Count: 100 000
Book
Description:
Gretchen
is struggling with her newfound gift as a Whisperer; the constant
buzzing in her ears from detecting spells is more frustrating than
fun, especially when she is spending time with one of the Order of
Iron Nail’s Keepers, the icy but strikingly handsome Tobias
Lawless.
But
while Gretchen tries to hide the truth and resolve her feelings for
him, London fades from beautiful and bustling to deathly silent
…Something evil is once again menacing Mayfair, and Gretchen and
her cousins must use their powers to prevent a horrible sacrifice
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Excerpt:
The
contrast between fighting off the Rovers and pasting a polite smile
on her face for the single sons of earls was too stark. Residual
magic burned through her. She was surprised the air around her didn’t
crackle. Her mother shouldn’t begrudge her a stolen moment in the
library, not if the alternative involved magic shooting off the ends
of her hair. Hardly subtle.
Not
to mention hardly marriageable material.
On
second thought….
Better
not. She’d already pushed her luck by going off with Godric.
Egyptian
onion farming it was then. She walked along the book shelves, reading
titles and glancing into the glass-fronted cabinets that held Lord
Worthing’s collection of painted globes. It was dull and dusty and
soothing. Her witch knot stopped aching.
Until
someone grabbed her arm, yanking it behind her back and spinning her
around. Her check pressed to the cold glass of a curio cabinet. Pain
shot up to her elbow when she tried to move. “Who are you?” a
man’s asked, his voice quiet and cold in her ear.
“Who
am I?” she barked back. “Who the hell are you?” He evaded the
kick she aimed at his most sensitive parts. Her skirts wrapped around
her knees, hobbling and infuriating her. He turned her roughly
around.
Tobias
Lawless.
She
wasn’t sure which of the two of them was more surprised.
Someone
so chilly and perfect and wearing such a flawless cravat shouldn’t
be mauling ladies in dark libraries. He also shouldn’t have several
short iron daggers tucked inside his cutaway coat. It probably said
something unsavory about her character that the sight of those
daggers made her like him a bit more. But only a little bit.
“Let
me go,” she yanked savagely down, breaking his hold. He didn’t
move back, and his body continued to block her against the cabinets.
The glass rattled.
“What
are you doing?” he stepped closer still. She had to tilt her chin
up.
“I
am currently being accosted,” she snapped, driving the heel of her
shoe into the top of his foot. He fell back a step, growling in his
throat. Growling. He really didn’t seem the type.
She
made a proper fist, not like the ones girls made when they hadn’t
practiced before. She’d already punched a Rover tonight. She was
very comfortable punching Tobias, Lord Killingsworth. Eager, in fact.
“What
is wrong with you?” she asked finally. “Are you drunk?”
“Certainly
not.”
She
raised an eyebrow. “I’m the one being mauled and yet you take
offense?”
“I
can smell it on you,” he answered which was no answer at all.
“There’s no use prevaricating.”
“I
don’t usually bother lying about perfume,” she replied, now more
bewildered than concerned.
“Not
perfume,” he ground out, as if she was the frustrating one. “Dark
magic.”
Her eyes narrowed to angry slits. “I beg your pardon.”
“As
you should.”
She
aimed for his head. It was big and fat and so perfectly groomed, how
could she miss? He caught her wrist and squeezed. Hard. He shouldn’t
have been fast enough.
An
iron-nail pendant in the shape of a wheel slipped out from under his
collar. Gretchen stared at it, then transferred her glare to his
haughty, unkindly beautiful face. “I knew it.” She gave him a
smile better suited to one of the animals in the zoological gardens.
“You’re a bloody Keeper.”
About
the Author:
Alyxandra
Harvey lives in a stone Victorian house in Ontario, Canada with a few
resident ghosts who are allowed to stay as long as they keep company
manners. She loves medieval dresses, used to be able to recite all of
The Lady of Shalott by Tennyson, and has been accused, more than
once, of being born in the wrong century. She believes this to be
mostly true except for the fact that she really likes running water,
women’s rights, and ice cream.
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