Carly Anders is hearing voices in her head. Another one of her kind is trying to contact her. She knows of the malevolent freaks—others who are eternal like her and seek out the weak to inflict pain upon. For years, Carly has held up huge protective walls to keep herself and her secrets safe. Now, physically and mentally exhausted, Carly needs protection and rest.
She accepts the invitation to visit an internet friend who needs help appraising a collection of antique photographs. The situation is not ideal, but Carly hopes a male presence in her life will deter the determined suitor who haunts her thoughts and dreams.
Daniel Tremont is not what Carly is expecting.
The former funeral director has a secret of his own. Not only is he eternal like Carly, he is her creation from all those years before—her abomination she thought she killed.
Daniel has been searching for Carly for years. He knows she is the piece of his life that he has been missing for so long. Now that he has found her, he has no intentions of letting her go.
The corpse was almost unrecognizable with red and blackened skin which had burned, blistered, and peeled away exposing charred bone in some places. Heat still rose from the body. His eyes open and lifeless, their color destroyed by smoke and flame. Even in this state, Charlotte could tell he was just a boy, not much older than her own seventeen years.
She didn’t know him. A lot of transient men wandered in and out of the lumber mill. Some stayed a few months, others just a few days before moving on. If no family claimed this boy, her father’s generosity would provide him a pine box and an unmarked grave.
A wave of sadness enveloped her. No one should die until they were very old, she decided. This boy had barely begun his life; it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right. If she had been spared death, why shouldn’t he be as well?
Charlotte closed her eyes and held her two now quivering hands above his lifeless body. “You shall live again. Rise.” she whispered from a force that came from an unknown place deep inside herself. Her body vibrated and a heat rushed through her chest and exited her fingertips with a strike of electricity that nearly knocked her off her feet.
When she opened her eyes, she wasn’t sure how much time had past. She stared down at her fingertips that still emanated heat. A feeling of what could only be described as a quiet sense of power welled inside her. Whatever she had become that afternoon thirteen years earlier had reached its fruition.
The boy still lay on the table before her, but something had changed. His chest was now moving with shallow breaths, and a raspy sound came from his throat. An unconscious smile crossed her lips. So there was the answer to the question that had perplexed her for so many years.
She had the power within her to raise the dead.
Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author. Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.
She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.
“The quintessential paranormal romance”
5 Stars~Night Owl Reviews
Tour long Giveaway: First place- $25 GC to Amazon or B&N and a bottle of ‘See Me’ Perfume
Second and Third place- bottle of ‘See Me’ Perfume
Dates: 4/22/2013 thru 5/3/2013