Praise for the work of Charlotte Featherstone
SEDUCTION & SCANDAL
âOne can become addicted to Featherstoneâs sexually charged romances. The quick pace and wonderfully dark and dangerous heroes are what readers dream about. Secrets, passions and conflicts abound as readers are led through a labyrinth of plot twists, séances, supernatural revelations, visions and love scenes that take their breath away and leave them panting for more.â
âRomantic Times½
âThe secret scandal in Isabellaâs past, the deadly rumours that surround Black, the tale of secret societies with a dash of the paranormal, a delicious sense of sensuality, and an unseen outside force attempting to ruin all chances of happiness between the lovers, all combine to make this book an incredible read ⦠I literally could not put this book down. A very solid 5/5 stars and highly recommended.â
âThe Romanceaholic
LUST
âThis was the first time I have read a Charlotte Featherstone book; I can safely say that it will not be the last â¦â
âForbidden Reviews
SINFUL
âSinful is decadence at its best. I had no choice but to read it cover to cover â the story is just that good. Charlotte Featherstone is now on my list of authors to watch!â
âJoyfully Reviewed
âPairing a tortured hero and a strong-minded heroine creates a dynamic conflict and off-the-charts sexual tension. Throw in lots of witty dialogue and a non-traditional happy ending, and youâve got a keeper.â
âRT Book Reviews TOP PICK!
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âBEYOND THE MIST, the darkness and shadow, he waits, reaching out through a veil of gossamer threadsââyour future,â he whispers, âyour destiny.ââ
Heart fluttering like a trapped bird, Lucy swallowed hard as she focused on the swaying piece of silver.
âHe has been there all along, waiting for you. Now is the time to reach out to him, to pull him out of the depths and into the light.â
Slowly Lucy nodded, understanding the words, hoping with every beat of her heart and pulse of her blood that the mysticâs words were true.
Occultism, spiritualism, mysticism ⦠whatever one chose to call it, one fact remained trueâit was sweeping through Victorian England, a dark presence that resided over soirees and salons, spirit meetings and private clubs.
The dark arts were an invitation to evil. Or so many a mere mortal believed. But Lucy Ashton knew them to be a door to another worldâa world of darkness and mystery, a realm where demons and angelsâthe fallenâroamed free, selling their secrets for the price of a soul in need.
As she sat surrounded by golden candelabra, coated with layers of dripping, drying wax, with nothing but the sound of the autumn wind howling and the crackling of a log being engulfed by flame, Lucy knew she was that soul. One who neededâdeeply.
The woman who sat opposite her held a silver pendulum in her hand. She knew how to find what Lucy so desperately searched for.
âYour lover,â the woman said in a voice that seemed so far away the longer Lucy followed the swaying pendulum with unblinking eyes. âHe will comeâsoon.ââ
She dearly hoped so. Eight months it had been since she had last seen himâgone without a trace, taking with him any warmth, any feeling she possessed. The heady sensation of that warmth had been too briefâmuch too brief.
âYou were right âta come to me, mâ lady,â the woman whispered. âI can find âim. Bring âim to you. Keep watching,â she encouraged. âFollow the pendulum and let yer thoughts drift âta him, the man who shall fix yer future.â
Lucyâs lids were heavy, and the flickering candlelight made shadows leap on the wall, a macabre dance. The mysticâs heavily wrinkled face grew shadowed, half of her cast in darkness, the other half yellowed in the candlesâ glow.
âYes, yes â¦â she murmured excitedly. âThatâs the way, lass.â
The room narrowed and rippled; the absinthe Lucy had taken moments before the mystic produced the pendulum had found its way into her bloodstream, filling her veins with a strange sensationâone of heightened awareness meshed with a dreamy quality. Like floating on water, she thought as her body relaxed and sunk deep into the velvet chair. Watching that swaying pendulum, Lucy felt her spirit and inhibitions leave her.
âWhere are ye now?â
As if in a trance, Lucy answered, âA room. Itâs dark, with only bits of light filtering through gauze curtains.â
âYes? Go on.â
âI am not alone,â Lucy whispered. âI can sense another.â
âClose yer eyes, and see âim with yer mind, luv.â
Obeying, Lucy allowed her lids to close fully. Immediately she saw herself, masked, her back pressed against the filmy gauze that separated her from the other person. Sliding her hand out, she slid her palm along the curtain, feeling an answering slide from the other side.