Just released: Inspired by the music of Riccardo Foresi, the photography of Vincenzo Chiofalo, and the eternal lure of Gaston LeRoux’s The Phantom of the Opera… discover what waits Within The Mist…
WITHIN THE MIST
The evening air of a Winter in Venice cloaks many things… Passion, destiny, sorrow… Perhaps even the spectre of death waits within the mist…
The misty evening air of a Winter in Venice cloaks many things…. Some who are passionate lovers hoping for stolen moments….. others who are merely the cutthroats and thieves that plague any city filled with the wealth of visitors and citizens of palaces….. But what else lies hidden within the mist? The voice of an angel lures…. each perfect note beckons and promises untold pleasures…. until, finally, a broken heart succumbs to desire…. and Fate weaves a new thread into the tapestry that is the mystery of life itself….
Excerpt:
She gasped
in fright and pain as he slashed the dagger’s edge across her palm and brought
the bleeding hand to his mouth. When his tongue played over her flesh she felt
the mists of the night invade her brain, and blackness reached out to pull her
into a chasm that exploded into fire racing along her veins… As the world
changed around her and within her, she heard his sweet voice whispering to
her…
There is
always life in death, amore mio… when
I am death… come with me, share our journey…
“Yes…”
She heard
the word, distant, torn from her soul purely by the power and depth of her need
to know him, to know all of him, at whatever price he asked. The ache in her
body pulled at her, made her feel light and heavy with conflicting
desires.
The dagger
flashed again, slowly, gently slicing through the tie that held her cape
together at her throat. It slid away and he smiled with satisfaction when he saw
the crimson silk she wore, a simple dress that wrapped around her like the arms
of a lover… She had been wearing this pretty gown the night they’d first seen
each other, choosing it had seem right somehow.
The gleaming
stiletto blade moved once more, and candlelight flickered against the shining
silver as he delicately cut the tie that held the dress up. He set the knife on
the piano and with the backs of his hands barely touching her skin, he smoothed
the shape of her collarbones, then retraced them with the sensitive pads of his
fingertips. The calluses from hours spent playing the piano added another
sensual layer to the rippling sensation that was fanning outward, running though
her veins like blood...
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