It’s Beach Time by Susan Hanniford Crowley

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I love the beach, not so much for the crowds but for the surf, fresh air, and the sound of the surf. It’s also the time to get out your beach umbrella and blanket, and fill your beach tote with water, snacks, and books.

Vampire Princess of New York is about Noblesse Vander Meer, a young woman who happens to be a vampire in modern day New York and whose broken heart is still lost in Paris. (Sha is an endearment that Donovan has for Noblesse.)

Excerpt:

Disappearing for a moment into the bedroom, Donovan emerged with a blanket and two pillows and plunked them down in front of the fireplace.

“Now this is comfortable. That’s the problem with most antiques, ma chérie, they’re too hard to sit on.”

Noblesse laughed and flopped down on a pillow. Donovan sat on his facing her.

“Noble, I’d like some truth now.”

She sat up straight. “What do you mean, mon cher? I always tell you the truth.”

“When you don’t want to tell me, you avoid the subject by changing it. Why does your apartment look like rooms from the palace of Louis XVI? I know you hated the royals, so why would you do this?”

A blood tear dripped down Noblesse’s face. “My mother went to Paris to get a job. She sent letters with money back to my grandmother for us, then the letters stopped. It hurts me to talk about it.”

“You’re still searching for her?”

“Yes.”

Donovan took off his boots and socks, laying with his feet near the fire to warm them. “I want to help you search. Do you think her disappearance had something to do with the royals of that time?”

Noblesse nodded, kicking off her shoes and doing the same. She wiped her hand across her face, not wanting any tears to escape. Crying only caused blood stains and she hated that.

He bent downward and ever so lightly brushed his lips against hers. She leaned up accepting his kiss. They relaxed into each other. I wish his kiss could last forever. Donovan heard her wish and pulled her closer to his heart.

*

For the second night in a row, Noblesse slept in the arms of Donovan Dupre.

Inside her dream, she screamed.

“Noble, wake up. Noble, you’re having a nightmare again.” He gently shook her.

Noblesse blinked and stared at him, confused for several moments. “Donovan,” she said half-in surprise, then hugged him for all she was worth.

“What happened, Sha? Last night you wouldn’t tell me, but tonight, please, you must.”

Biting her lower lip, she huffed. It was a habit she had tried to stop, because it revealed her feelings too well. Donovan, with that slight Cajun accent rolling off his tongue, made her feel safe and the floodgates opened.

“It’s always the same. I see and hear everything so loud, every word and sound as I stood with them and screamed. It was July 17, 1789 all over again. I was with the patriots waiting outside the Bastille. They refused to release their prisoners, and we stormed the prison with all we had. Gun and cannon fire struck us. Hundreds of tiny stars of light hit me and burned. I fell.

“At that very moment, Max walked through the mob to carry me away. He said he walked a distance to find a house both empty and far enough not to be fired upon. My heart could barely beat. I remember him saying, ‘I don’t want to hurt you. I want to give you another chance, my brave one, my noble one.’ The sky must have turned black. I couldn’t breathe. His fangs sank into my neck, but death was already there to claim me. I did not understand him but asked God for forgiveness. I died.”

Donovan frowned. “I remember you telling me this story before. Why is it suddenly so terrifying?”

“I saw something I’ve never seen before. When Max was carrying me, when life was swimming around me, we passed a doorway where a man concealed himself in a black cape.”

“Who was it?”

“I don’t know. His face was covered. I don’t remember seeing him there. Could this be a restored memory?”

“Sha, I don’t know.” He breathed into her ear.

Noble hugged him but couldn’t stop trembling.

“It’s okay.” He held her tightly against him and rubbed her back. His calm melted into her, and the fear subsided.

*

Want to know more? Check out Vampire Princess of New York is available in Kindle and Kindle Unlimited.

Have a fun day at the beach, lake, or park! Remember it’s time to relax and don’t forget your beach tote.

All the best for a great summer,

Susan
Susan Hanniford Crowley

About Susan Hanniford Crowley

Paranormal Romance, Fantasy, and Science Fiction Author
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5 Responses to It’s Beach Time by Susan Hanniford Crowley

  1. sueberger3 says:

    I can’t read on a beach unless I am at Kailua Beach in Hawaii in the shade of an Ironwood tree. I love beaches best when I can shelter under a tree.
    I live in Los Angeles and while I love to go to the beach here I know of no beach where I can shelter in the shade for reading. Good be lunch with your vampire tale. Blessings v

  2. viola62 says:

    Hubby and I anticipate a beach trip, too. My books will definitely come with me.

  3. Susan Hanniford Crowley says:

    Thanks for stopping by, Viola. Sounds like a fun trip.

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