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"Be careful what you wish for. You may get it." A Victorian adventure of espionage and mystery spanning ten years. Robert St. John signs on for more than he expects when he enlists in the British army to serve in Afghanistan. He distinguishes himself as a hero but loses the love of his life. When he returns to England he is a sadder but wiser man. He is knighted by Queen Victoria and awarded a medal for his acts of heroism in the Khyber Pass. He is recruited by her government to fill a very important but secret position. But Robert is threatened by the villainous Count Vladimir Drakulya, who has other plans for him. In his battles for survival he loses everyone dear to his heart. But he finds his purpose again when he reunites with an old friend to help rid London of the evil haunting it. 148 pages. Customer Ratings:
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Robert was alone for barely ten minutes when a young woman entered the terrace quickly, looking a little flustered. She was young and pretty, with a heart shaped face, reddish brown hair caught up with a small tortoiseshell comb, and brown eyes; wearing a grey ballgown that was cut to show a little more cleavage than necessary. She had a moist pink mouth untinged by lipstick. A black diamond choker concealed her throat. Her earlobes were undecorated with the drip of earrings. Her eyes were large and the panic showed in them as the sparkle of tears.
She started with surprise upon seeing him, then began to back up, not sure whether to leave again or not. “Oh, I am sorry. I didna know there was anyone out here,” she said. Her voice was warm and melodic, accented with the brogue of Scots gaelic.
He smiled to hide his anguish. “It's quite all right, miss --”
“Missus Emmaline MacLeish,” she supplied helpfully. She withdrew a handkerchief from somewhere in her bosom and flapped it under her chin. “I sometimes get the vapors from the closeness of the crowd.” She sniffed in the cold air and exhaled it slowly, closing her eyes.
Robert focused on the way her breasts rose and fell, the glittering of the choker in the dark against her pulse. He became conscious of his body stirring at her beauty, her warmth, and the hunger for blood that grew into lust. He forgot everything he knew about women from the gossip he had shared in school, the banter, the flirting; the sweet romantic infatuation with Edwina that made him love her, and realized that this was raw sexual arousal in all its hidden glory, enhanced by bloodlust. He wanted this woman so badly he could taste it.
“Ah. That's better,” she said finally, and opened her eyes again. “I'll leave ye alone now...” She turned to go back inside.
Robert put out his hand suddenly and said, “no. Please don't go. Stay a while and talk to me.”
Her brown eyes sparkled in the torchlight, the faint uncertain smile that crossed her lips was enchanting. “What aboot?” She ventured closer, her perfume wafting to him on the gentle breeze. Jasmine, sweet and exotic. He inhaled it and the scent of her blood kicked his thirst into sudden overdrive. He could hear her pulse pounding in his brain like a clarion call to feed.
He looked down into her eyes and wanted to see more. Alexander had said he could see right down into her soul if he wished. “Anything. Anything at all,” he insisted. “Come walk with me in the garden.” It was more than a request. He was barely aware of the slight echoes tinging his voice, the force of his command.
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