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Where Worlds Meet

Lucinda Elliot

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Description:Kenrick the time travelling vampire returns from the place beyond time where he was forced to retreat when he lost a fight to the death with his sworn enemies, the rascally Émile Dubois and his right hand man Georges.Now he is obsessed by revenge on his killers as well as reunion with his late wife. Émile is set on protecting his own wife Sophie and their family. Kenrick needs Émile to work with him. He brings back with him a group of monster men and a sinister siren to force his hand. Can Sophie - who has been dong some investigations into time travel of her own - prevent another bloodbath?Written as a sequel to 'That Scoundrel Émile Dubois' and 'Ravensdale' and winner of the BRAG medallion for outstanding self-published fiction, 'Where World's Meet' can be read as a stand alone novel. EXTRACT:“Did you complete her change? That is dreadful, Émile! I cannot but be angry with you over that, and now I suspect you seek to go back on your promise and bite me too.” He caressed his hands up and down her waist, and she felt the sharpness of his talons through her clothes. “How your sweet bosom heaves, Sophie. But you need not fear; I will not try and force you. I am desirous merely, having feasted my eyes all evening on your charms. I am not intent on to changing you, my voluptuous saint; rather, I desire but a mouthful or two. Surely, you do not begrudge me that?” His eyes glittered as he flashed what he must have intended as a reassuring smile on her. Now she saw that his eye-teeth were still longer. She tried to draw out of his embrace, but the hold of those inhuman fingers, though gentle and caressing, was unbreakable.“Yes, I do begrudge you a mouthful, Émile! Do you forget how when first you turned, you assured me you could not trust yourself to stop with me? But reason cannot influence you in this mood. Let go off me, or I must act.” “I was a novice en ces jour, fearing my desire would conquer my will. Now I am the veteran wolf. Must you blast on your ludicrous whistle, and summon our officious friends into this marital dispute? Again, I assure you that I do not seek to force you. Recollect above all, if you douse me in that scalding poison, you render me incapable as your guard. Zut alors, Sophie, you look as when you shrank from me on our wedding night.” He began to kiss her, first on her lips, and moving his lips down her throat. Now the candle began to gutter, and unseen by either of them, the wall started to glow and to turn translucent. For Sophie, the horrors of two years since recurred, with her own desire joining his as he kissed and fondled her, that rising warmth spreading down through her innards. She fought it back.His lips paused at the base of her throat. As of old, he jerked his head back as he came into contract with the cross. Even as they both heated, so did it. He spoke in an echo of times past, “Away with this superstitious artefact, Sophie.” She seized the cross, pressing it against the skin of his jaw. “Away with Monsieur Lupin!” The cross, only warm to her touch, made him flinch back as if burnt – though no mark showed on his skin – breaking his hold. He cursed and she skipped backwards herself, feeling in her pocket for the little bottle of charged wine. “My savage Goody Two Shoes, the bedchamber is no place for a religious conversion.” Their eyes met. As his wolfish green gaze caught hers, and she remembered that she should not meet that stare, his sharp nailed fingers shot out with inhuman speed to snatch for the small flask of charged wine. Even as she skipped backwards again, they stopped. She saw in those eyes of the expression of the real Émile struggling to surface.Now he stood still, fighting the monster within him, panting, and the sweat breaking out on his forehead. She stood poised, her fingers at the stopper of the small bottle. “Sophie… Now…Vite…” Even as he spoke, his eyes dilated, and with a yell of warning, he leapt to seize her.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Where Worlds Meet. To get started finding Where Worlds Meet, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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ISBN: 1976874319

Description: Kenrick the time travelling vampire returns from the place beyond time where he was forced to retreat when he lost a fight to the death with his sworn enemies, the rascally Émile Dubois and his right hand man Georges.Now he is obsessed by revenge on his killers as well as reunion with his late wife. Émile is set on protecting his own wife Sophie and their family. Kenrick needs Émile to work with him. He brings back with him a group of monster men and a sinister siren to force his hand. Can Sophie - who has been dong some investigations into time travel of her own - prevent another bloodbath?Written as a sequel to 'That Scoundrel Émile Dubois' and 'Ravensdale' and winner of the BRAG medallion for outstanding self-published fiction, 'Where World's Meet' can be read as a stand alone novel. EXTRACT:“Did you complete her change? That is dreadful, Émile! I cannot but be angry with you over that, and now I suspect you seek to go back on your promise and bite me too.” He caressed his hands up and down her waist, and she felt the sharpness of his talons through her clothes. “How your sweet bosom heaves, Sophie. But you need not fear; I will not try and force you. I am desirous merely, having feasted my eyes all evening on your charms. I am not intent on to changing you, my voluptuous saint; rather, I desire but a mouthful or two. Surely, you do not begrudge me that?” His eyes glittered as he flashed what he must have intended as a reassuring smile on her. Now she saw that his eye-teeth were still longer. She tried to draw out of his embrace, but the hold of those inhuman fingers, though gentle and caressing, was unbreakable.“Yes, I do begrudge you a mouthful, Émile! Do you forget how when first you turned, you assured me you could not trust yourself to stop with me? But reason cannot influence you in this mood. Let go off me, or I must act.” “I was a novice en ces jour, fearing my desire would conquer my will. Now I am the veteran wolf. Must you blast on your ludicrous whistle, and summon our officious friends into this marital dispute? Again, I assure you that I do not seek to force you. Recollect above all, if you douse me in that scalding poison, you render me incapable as your guard. Zut alors, Sophie, you look as when you shrank from me on our wedding night.” He began to kiss her, first on her lips, and moving his lips down her throat. Now the candle began to gutter, and unseen by either of them, the wall started to glow and to turn translucent. For Sophie, the horrors of two years since recurred, with her own desire joining his as he kissed and fondled her, that rising warmth spreading down through her innards. She fought it back.His lips paused at the base of her throat. As of old, he jerked his head back as he came into contract with the cross. Even as they both heated, so did it. He spoke in an echo of times past, “Away with this superstitious artefact, Sophie.” She seized the cross, pressing it against the skin of his jaw. “Away with Monsieur Lupin!” The cross, only warm to her touch, made him flinch back as if burnt – though no mark showed on his skin – breaking his hold. He cursed and she skipped backwards herself, feeling in her pocket for the little bottle of charged wine. “My savage Goody Two Shoes, the bedchamber is no place for a religious conversion.” Their eyes met. As his wolfish green gaze caught hers, and she remembered that she should not meet that stare, his sharp nailed fingers shot out with inhuman speed to snatch for the small flask of charged wine. Even as she skipped backwards again, they stopped. She saw in those eyes of the expression of the real Émile struggling to surface.Now he stood still, fighting the monster within him, panting, and the sweat breaking out on his forehead. She stood poised, her fingers at the stopper of the small bottle. “Sophie… Now…Vite…” Even as he spoke, his eyes dilated, and with a yell of warning, he leapt to seize her.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Where Worlds Meet. To get started finding Where Worlds Meet, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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