Title:The Satyr's Curse II: The Reckoning
Author:Alexandrea Weis
Genre:Paranormal Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Blurb:
Jazzmyn
Livaudais is struggling to hold it together. With a continuously
cranky baby, a rocky relationship with her fiancé, Kyle, and money
getting tight at her restaurant, she’s having trouble staying
focused. But when the strange nightmares begin, Jazzmyn knows it can
only mean one thing: Julian Devereau is back.
In
order to protect her daughter and Kyle, Jazzmyn must keep Julian from
his moment of reckoning. Will the satyr’s curse be lifted, or will
Jazzmyn find the strength to destroy Julian Devereau once and for
all?
Some
curses are never meant to be broken, and some desires are never meant
to be undone.
Beware
The Satyr’s Curse.
THE AUTHOR:
Author Bio:
Alexandrea Weis is an advanced
practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans.
Having been brought up in the motion picture industry, she learned to
tell stories from a different perspective and began writing at the
age of eight. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her
award-winning novels, she believes that creating vivid characters
makes a story moving and memorable. A permitted/certified wildlife
rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues
orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in
New Orleans.
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Excerpt:
Jazzmyn
darted through the tall cypress door and headed toward her daughter’s
bedroom. She hurried down the burgundy carpet, sick with the
realization that Kyle had known all along about their daughter.
Jazzmyn had only gotten a short glimpse of Jackie after the delivery,
but the instant she had set eyes on the small bundle of dark curly
hair presented to her by the nurse, she knew Kyle was not the father.
As
she followed the loud crying down the hall, the disapproving gazes of
long dead Livaudais relatives glared back at her from the portraits
on the walls. It was as if she had let the family down and brought an
unwanted element into their exclusive bloodline.
When
she pushed the cypress door open to her daughter’s room, she peeked
in and found a small figure standing in her bright pink crib with
tears streaming down her cherubic cheeks. Jazzmyn quickly strode
across the white Oriental rug to her daughter’s crib. After picking
up the wailing child, Jazzmyn began humming to her, knowing that
music always soothed her sad moods, just like her father. Kyle’s
words came back to her, and she fought back a surge of tears.
When
Jackie began to settle down, Jazzmyn noticed something shiny clasped
in her tiny hand. She reached for the object and gently pried it from
Jackie’s strong grip. Jazzmyn’s heart fell to the floor when she
saw the gold figurine of a satyr at the end of a gold chain in her
hand.
“Where
did you get this, Jacks?” Jazzmyn interrogated, knowing full well
her daughter could not answer.
She
gaped at the gold figurine in her hand and reflected back to the
moment Julian had given it to her, and also to the night he had taken
it away. Jazzmyn hugged her child, holding on as tightly as she
could. With her heart galloping in her chest, Jazzmyn settled her
daughter back down in her crib and gave her the white stuffed goat to
placate her.
Grasping
the figurine necklace, she bolted through the bedroom door and made
her way down the wide oak staircase to the first floor. After
punching the alarm code into the panel on the side of the front
doors, she pulled the heavy leaded glass doors open and stepped into
the warm summer night. She stood on the porch of her home and peered
out into the quiet street beyond. Despite the early morning hour, the
city of New Orleans hummed with activity. In the distance, she could
hear the rumble of the trolley on nearby St. Charles Avenue, and the
faint bustle of traffic on the adjacent streets.
“I
know you’re out there, you son of a bitch,” Jazzmyn growled into
the night. “Stay away from my daughter, Julian. You can’t have
her. You can never have her.”
Jazzmyn
thought she heard someone snickering from behind the thick oak trees
that stood before her home. But then the wind picked up and rustled
the branches on the trees, sounding almost the same as laughter.
She turned back
to her front doors and stepped inside. As Jazzmyn slowly shut the
doors, her eyes stay peeled on the red-bricked walkway that led from
her house to the street. She imagined Julian’s tall figure striding
down that walkway as she had seen him do several times in the past.
After closing the doors, she drove the deadbolt home and rested her
forehead against the cool glass.
He
was back. Jazzmyn could sense his presence and shuddered at the idea
of seeing him again. When she turned from the doors, her eyes
traveled up the wide oak staircase, with its twisting grapevine
carved banister, to the second floor landing. She thought of Kyle and
what to tell him, but she knew in the end she would say nothing. Ever
since that night in Lafayette Cemetery Number One, when Julian’s
plans to lift his curse had been crushed, she had been waiting for
this moment. It seemed the day Jazzmyn had been dreading had finally
arrived. Julian Devereau was back for his moment of reckoning.
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