Title:
The Lebrus Stone
Author:
Miriam Khan
ISBN:
978-1-62420-098-4
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Excerpt
Heat Level: 2
Book
Heat Level: 1
Eighteen-year-old
orphan, Crystal Valdez, decides to spend the summer with her great uncle's
widow and three teenaged children at Thorncrest Manor. But her second cousins
have mixed reactions to her visit, other than the friendly housekeeper, she
finds two possible advantages: Cray Locke, her (non-blood related) strikingly
handsome cousin who seems hell bent on keeping his distance, and Jess, a local
who explains that her grandmother believed all the women on Crystal’s mother’s
side of the family died after childbirth. A psychic finally convinces Crystal
to visit a coven of white witches to uncover the truth about her ancestors.
When Crystal is mentally transported to the year 1856, she learns of a tragic
love story, a war between two species, and the plans of an evil enemy.
EXCERPT
I was lying on a
couch in a room I didn't recognize with somebody cloaked in red stood over me,
holding a mass of black beads which held a swinging silver cross. I didn't know
what to make of the new scene confronting me. I still felt outside of myself,
watching, hoping Cray wouldn't re-appear, especially not the Cray he had
become.
I realized my
hands were tied behind my back and my feet were bound. A new wave of panic
gripped me, and I tried to scream, but couldn't. The room spun. I kept slipping
in and out of consciousness.
The person
cloaked in red chose that moment to sing with a coarse male voice as I almost
vomited. Thunder clapped and rain
attacked the windows like steel pellets. The room became misty and dark, with
just tall candles glowing on russet tapestry and ivory walls. Everything that
was once white was now an omnipresent purple. Everything that was weightless
and atmospheric was now abnormal and overcast with leering shadows.
The man in the
red cloak seemed to be the only person in the room. His hood slipped back a
little, and I saw puffy cheeks and a pink-dotted nose. He kept repeating the
same hymn, calling for something to enter me and heal my grudging soul. Except it didn't sound like he was asking for
anything cleansing. Deep down from some kind of inner awareness, I knew he was
chanting, reciting what wasn't biblical at all.
He held me down
and I squirmed and tried to scream again. It was useless. Someone appeared
beside him, robed in red, too, concealed with their hood.
The man began to
pour lukewarm liquid on my face. I kept my mouth closed. I didn't want it
entering me. I could tell by its horrid stench I shouldn't even inhale it. Yet
somehow it managed to find its way into me, seep into a part open without my
knowledge: the diamond-shaped birthmark between my breasts. It felt sucked
inwards, slicing me down the middle.
A scream finally
tore from my lungs. The man just sang louder.
Others dressed in
the same red cloaks gathered as the rope around my arms and legs disappeared.
The pulverizing pain in my chest quickly vanished, and the roof fragmented into
dust, allowing me to I float upwards as my arms dissolved into wings in the
starry night sky.
Lightning jolted
through me and stopped my heart, yet somehow I kept breathing, hovering in an
ashen sky, my hair billowing with streaks of yellow and violet.
It was peaceful
in the sky, until a female voice shrieked and my wings were stripped away and
torn as if made from lint.
As I fell through
smoke, something like burning liniment oils dripped onto my skin. I melted,
bleeding all the way down to my bone white feet.
When I landed, it
was in a churning black sea, women and children reached out for me, whining,
calling my name as they ripped out chunks of what was left of my flesh with
sharp, jagged teeth.
I felt a tugging
on my arms.
"Stop,"
demanded a voice. "Quit struggling."
"No," I screamed. "No, please.
Leave me alone. Don't eat me!"
I was held me
down harder, fingers dug into the tops of my arms.
"Please don't.
Don't hurt me!!"
The grip
tightened around my arms tightened.
"Help me!
Somebody help!"
My hands clawed
at what was attacking me.
"Oh,
my!" a voice shrilled.
Another scream
erupted from me. I opened my eyes just as a white light beamed on my face. I
was still clawing at someone.
"What on
earth is going on?" yelled a voice that sounded like Isobel.
A face came into
focus: male and with deep brown, frowning eyes.
Cray.
He was shirtless.
I instantly became alert and nervous, trying to tear my gaze away from his to
take in the rest of my surroundings.
I was back in my
room at the manor.
Cray let go, and
I curled into a ball; shocked, afraid, and most of all, embarrassed.
I couldn't stop
panting if I tried.
"Cray, your
eye." Isobel gasped.
"Let's take
a look at you," Syd offered.
Syd. For some
reason, I breathed easier knowing she was there.
I peered between
my fingers and saw Cray shrug away from Syd before storming out of the room.
Isobel looked to the doorway and then at me, unsure whom to tend to first.
Understandably, she chose Cray.
Syd hurried to my
bed, re-tying her housecoat. "I'm here now, Crystal. No need to
worry."
Grabbing my hand,
she rubbed away the cold that had seeped into my bones.
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