Title:
Falling Into You
Author:
L.T. Kelly
Release
date: February 15th, 2014
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
Book
Description:
Marc Romano
disappeared without a trace into the darkness. His lover became overwhelmed
with grief in her loss. But her grief takes on a much more murderous form than
most, for Teagan Lewis is a vampire.
Now her heartache
is driving her further from the woman she once was, and she realises she must
snap out of her monstrous habits and discover the way back to her old self. But
how?
Ending their trip
around Europe, Teagan and her friend Alex head back to New York. Teagan has the
full intention of carrying out a dangerous plan here; not just physically
dangerous, but emotionally as well.
How will she be
able to resist the irresistible? And what of the new rival, Ivan Lenin? He
threatens her life and the lives of everyone she loves. The only people who can
help her are her sworn enemy and an ancient stranger. Will they assist
her?
How will Teagan
Lewis face the demons of her past and try to find happiness? Will she stay and
fight or will she run from the things she must face in order to finally be at
peace? Mistakes will be made. People will die.
The time has come…
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Excerpt - Chapter Eight
- Falling into You
In
one swift movement, I wrenched open the wooden lid. His
green eyes glistened as soon as they made contact with mine, his smooth white
skin shone in stark comparison to the black velvet lining his crate. His lip
curled into a smile at the corner. It took my breath away. I shook myself out
of my reaction to him and pretended to concentrate on leaning
the lid of the crate against the wall.
"Hello,
Teagan.” His liquid tone filled my ears. It
was so strange to be happy to see someone that you'd always professed to hate.
It was even stranger to feel effected by
him. I had to put it down to the fact that Bartholomew was here for me. In
no way was I attracted to him. He'd travelled
so far, just for me. He didn't even really know me, but there had to be some
reason that he felt as though he had a duty towards me. I just wasn't aware of
it.
"Thanks
for coming," I muttered. A
jolting in my abdomen stabbed at me from the knowledge that I now owed this man
something.
With
grace, he exited from his horizontal position until his formidable
muscular form towered above me. His white-blonde hair was immaculate, framing
his face beautifully as it hung to his shoulders like expensive
drapes. I always looked like I'd been dragged through a hedge
backwards whenever I travelled long distances, but he pulled it off to
perfection.
"Who's
that?" I pointed to the crate and pursed my lips, not taking my eyes away
from his for a second.
I
knew it wouldn't take him long to irritate me. His trademark tinkling laughter
sent shivers down my spine as it escaped his throat and echoed around the room.
"Why,
my dear Teagan, did you think I'd come this far without Victoria?"
"Oh.
Of course not,” I snapped. This was going to be
great. The bitch hated me with a passion, but
I could hardly retract my offer for them to stay in the apartment with me.
It would seem obvious and ungrateful. I was going to have to put up with her
twenty-four/seven.
"She
has been warned to play nicely with you. Besides, she's very upset about
Thomas. They were married once, you
know," he said, raising an eyebrow at the
incredulous look I was shooting at him.
"I
can hear everything," Victoria's muffled nasal voice crept though the wood
of her crate like poison ivy. The mere sound of it
made my jaw clench.
Bartholomew
smiled over at the crate and shook his head affectionately before releasing
her. Of course, our strength and speed would allow us to break free from the
crate if need be, but it was better to have the lid
removed from the outside to save the wood from splitting and then having to
have it repaired or replaced.
Her
mass of black curls was what I always noticed
about her first, then her sneer. Victoria was very attractive in a slutty, vamp
kind of way. If she toned the gothic look down, she
could be stunning. Her clothes and heavy makeup made her an acquired taste.
"Hello,
Victoria," I greeted the bitch from hell with my chin jutting out
defiantly. I wasn't going to take any crap from her.
"What
happened to him?" she asked breathlessly, suspicion pinching at her sharp
features, her blue eyes as icy as what I would imagine her heart to be.
I
should have known she wouldn't want to make small talk. She had been Thomas'
maker and his wife. She'd left him for Bartholomew and placed him in a lonely
existence until he found me. Vampires thrive when they're in the company of
other vampires so, in my opinion, what she did was very
cruel. She, on the other hand,
saw it as a parting gift.
"I
don't have a clue,” I answered honestly. After all, I
didn't even know if he was dead.
"I
knew you'd end up being the death of him," she spat at me, her fists
flexed into tight little balls. She was slightly smaller than me,
but she was faster, stronger, and
a whole lot sneakier. Victoria wouldn't suffer any inner conflict about
fighting dirty.
I
hissed and bared my extended fangs at her. I couldn't find the words to
disagree.
"Now,
now, ladies. Teagan, as far as I'm aware,
didn't ask Thomas to embark on this dangerous mission. It was his own choice,
Victoria.” Bartholomew's tone held a warning.
They weren't meant to be there to fight with me. They
were there to fight with something much bigger.
I
nodded once. "No, I
didn't ask him to." I wished I could've appeared more upset, but not
knowing exactly who was dead made it
difficult. It was the not knowing that killed me inside.
"I'll
return to that issue another day.”
Victoria's eyes narrowed. She was going to bide her time and have it out with
me at the earliest available opportunity.
"I
think the first thing we have to do is locate and question Mr. Lenin.” The way
Bartholomew spoke his name was as though it had left a bad taste in his mouth.
He gazed out across the room, seemingly mulling something over in his own mind.
"Do
you know him?" I asked in response to his reaction.
"I
know of him."
"What
do you know of him?"
"I
know he's one of the oldest vampires walking the Earth. He's feared and
respected. He’s also, as far as I’m
aware, the one who decreed the laws we have about vampires and
werewolves fraternising with one another.”
Bartholomew stopped short and took in a sharp breath.
"And?"
I questioned. He looked like he'd stopped himself
from saying something else.
"Nothing
else." His mouth popped shut again.
"Well,
that's settled. Enough with the mindless chitter-chatter. Let’s
go. I want to meet the man that killed
Thomas," Victoria said and made for the door. Considering she'd just climbed
out of a crate following a long-distance journey and was ready to start a war
immediately proved the ice maiden did, in
fact, have a heart. A heart that wanted to
avenge the death of Thomas.
"Whoa!"
I held up my palms to them and quickly stopped the couple in their tracks.
"What's the hurry?"
Victoria
was up in my face before I'd even finished blinking. Her nose was a mere
centimetre from mine.
"What
happened with you and this Lenin character anyway? Don't you want to bring your
maker’s killer to justice? You're a selfish
little girl. I've said it all along.”
Victoria hissed out every word, her lips twisted into a snarl and her eyes
burned with rage.
I
slowly backed away from them, eyes wide and ready to watch for their reactions
whether they were going to be violent or otherwise.
"Thomas
isn't…um, necessarily…"
"Spit
it out," Victoria snapped.
"I
don't know if he's really dead! It
could be Marc. Lenin just implied that I'd be upset about something,”
I mumbled in hushed tones, my gaze dropping to the floor. I'd backed myself
into the wall, my shoulders pressed against it as I waited for their combined
anger to wreak havoc on me. I fumbled with the sleeve of my pyjama top and
waited.
"What
occurred with you and Lenin? How are you still alive whilst whomever
is dead for your cause?"
Victoria demanded.
My
head whipped up. I needed to show her how strong I was. Displaying
regret would give her the wrong impression, the impression that I'd allow her
to bully me again. "Firstly,
Victoria, I'd like you to know that Ivan Lenin is nothing short of a creep with
a great hair stylist. Women adore him, yet
he chose to sexually assault me."
Victoria
eyed me wearily before her face softened slightly. I cast her a cursory glance
before continuing, "Then he came here to question
me about this movement, which I have no idea about.” I
took a deep breath and rubbed my hands over my face. "I couldn't help but
laugh in his face. Okay? I know I messed up." My shoulders slumped.
I glanced up.
Victoria's eyebrow was raised. She jabbed a finger in my direction. "You…laughed in Ivan Lenin's
face?" she asked. Surprised
delight clung to her words as a smile spread over her lips. "You're either
very brave or very stupid. I
fear it's both."
Bartholomew
shook his head slowly. His face was etched with concern
instead of the anger I expected. I'd
be absolutely beyond rage if someone had told me such a huge lie.
"The
likelihood is that Thomas is dead,
Teagan. You did the right thing to call me. Just for the record, though.
I still would have come,
even if you'd told the truth.” His
last sentence dripped with disappointment. For the giant he was,
he looked almost vulnerable. Bartholomew had his faults, but he was proving
himself to be a man who cared about me. He just had a funny way of showing it.
He turned back towards the door again. His reaction to my lie wasn't what I
expected. With my mouth still agape,
I watched him move and willed myself to follow.
(c) L.T. KELLY
2014
About the author:
L.T. Kelly lives in Lincolnshire with her husband, two
children, and an insane Cockapoo puppy named Mylo.
She is a lover of
all things vampire, and is also a hopeless romantic.
L.T. Kelly had a
successful twelve-year military career in the Royal Air Force. She now divides
her time between being an Emergency Medical Dispatcher for the ambulance
service, being a mother and awife, as well as writing. It’s the writing that
keeps her sane…
Connect with L.T.
Kelly:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LTKelly2
Blogsite: http://ltkelly.com
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