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Blood Orchid (Night Flower #2)
by Claire Warner

Genre: Historical Fiction/Paranormal/Romance
Release Date: June 2016

Summary from Goodreads:

Tied to Justin with bonds stronger than blood, Melissa De Vire heads into her new life with fear and anger. Anger at Emily, at Katherine and most of all, anger at Justin, fuels her resolve to find a cure for the curse. From the English court in 1752 to the fires of the French Revolution, Melissa struggles to survive her new existence and find forgiveness for Justin as clues to a cure begin to surface.

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"Thank God,” Melissa whispered, tears once again beginning to spill from her eyes. Unlike the tears she had shed throughout the night, these were tears of relief. Justin reached forward and drew her into his arms, wincing as his ribs screeched in protest. Her head lay on his chest and her bloody hands reached about his back. For a long time he held her, saying nothing as she cried.

"Come on," He muttered finally as her sobs began to cease. "I'll put you to bed," He stood and drew her with him. Moving out of the library, he led her back to the main staircase and up to the first floor. They walked past walls damp with mildew and mould as he led her along the upper gallery. The door at the end opened into a lit bed chamber. The room was dry and fairly clean but simply furnished. A large four poster dominated the room and a stunted set of drawer stood against one wall. Melissa climbed onto the bed and settled back against the pillows. As Justin drew the blankets about her, she could smell the lingering scent of his cologne on the sheets and she closed her eyes, torn between anger and care.

"Get some sleep," Justin muttered, he wished he could tell her that this were only a bad dream. Her dark hair fanned out over the pillows as she drifted toward sleep. Several stray strands of hair fell across her face and he brushed them away with a gentle touch. "You need some rest.

"I rested earlier," She whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. "I had nightmares," Melissa looked directly at him and tried not to blame him. She knew that he had tried to prevent the tragedy that had befallen her and his eyes spoke volumes of guilt and sorrow. The gentleness of his touch told her his feelings; she had felt concern and what could be described as love as his fingers lightly traced over her skin. "Could you stay with me?” The terror of the previous hours infused her words and his hand stilled. “I don't want to be alone,”

"Of course,” He settled himself as comfortably as he could and watched as she drifted off to sleep. He coughed into his handkerchief and stared down at the bright bloom of blood on the white cotton with a wry smile. It was getting worse; he had indeed punctured a lung which didn’t bode well for the future. He needed to retrieve his brooch from John. That was one of his first priorities. He had ‘died' at least once before, but he didn't relish repeating the experience. Bars of golden sunlight fell through the gap in the curtains and pierced the gloom. The pale light fell across Melissa’s sleeping face and guilt gnawed at his insides. If he had not approached her, she would have been free of this joke of a life. If she did not hate him now, she would. The first time she had to kill would drive that wedge of anger into her mind and he would pay the price. In this instance he could not even claim ignorance of the curse’s power. His own selfish desires had drawn her into this web and had it not been for him. He closed his eyes and attempted to banish the dark thoughts that were gathering inside his head. For now he had to make sure she was well, there would be time later to worry about things he could not change. The sun climbed higher into the sky as he stayed by her side, kept alert by his injuries and his guilt.

About the Author

When I was a child, I made up games and characters when my sister and I played with dolls. As I grew older, I would make up scenarios and scenes, fully intending to write them down but never finding the time. In my late teens, I discovered the world of role playing and settled into an avid ‘geeky’ life of D&D, comics, sci-fi and fantasy fiction. Years passed and I finally gave voice to the stories in my head. I write romance, fantasy, action and adventure. I love tales of steampunk and history, tales of magical powers and dark curses lurking in the shadows. Though The Black Lotus is not my first attempt at a novel, it is the first I have finished.

And some fun facts about me:

I sew.

My favourite Disney film is Atlantis.

I’ve been a film extra and stood 5 feet away from Sam Rockwell.

Babylon 5 is my fave sci-fi show.

I cried at the end of Toy Story 3.

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