Pyromancist
Seven
Forbidden Arts
Book
1
Charmaine
Pauls
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Publisher: Satin Romance,
an imprint of Mélange Books
Date of Publication: 19 March
2015
ISBN: 978-1680460339
ASIN: B00UFW1CDW
Number of pages: 252
Word Count: 101 000
Cover Artist: Caroline Andrus
Book Description:
When
you play with fire, you get burned.
At the same time as mysterious
fires commence to rage through Clelia d’Ambois’ home village in Brittany,
France, she starts sleepwalking. Daughter of a Japanese orphan, Clelia’s
heritage is riddled with dark secrets that threaten anyone she loves. In a
recurring nightmare she sees Josselin, the haunted man who abandoned their
village nine years earlier, come for her, but she doesn’t know why. All she knows
is that she has to run. As fast as she can.
Leader of a paranormal crime
taskforce, Josselin de Arradon is called back to his hometown with a
mission–find and kill the firestarter responsible for Larmor-Baden’s blazing
destruction. Sensing that Clelia is the key to solving the crime, Josselin
kidnaps her to use her as bait. The battle doesn’t turn out quite as he
expected. Nothing could have prepared him for the truth, or the depth of his
desire for his prisoner.
This is Book 1 of the Seven
Forbidden Arts series, but also reads as a stand-alone.
This book contains adult content
with explicit language and consummated love scenes. Suited for an audience of
18+.
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Excerpt:
Josselin had only spoken to her
once. It was on a summer day after school. She had wandered to the dense forest
at the back of the schoolyard because she knew that was where she would find
him. She stood behind a tree and watched him–studied him–the movement of his
hand as he smoked a forbidden cigarette, the manner in which he pulled his
fingers through his dark hair, and the way he laughed loudly into his gang of
friends, even if his eyes cried, or blazed.
That
day, however, he wasn’t with his friends. He was with a girl. Her name was
Thiphaine and she was the most popular girl in school. She was blonde and slim
and beautiful with blue eyes and red painted fingernails. Clelia watched from
her hiding place as Josselin slowly backed Thiphaine up until her body pressed
against the trunk of the witch tree. It was a thuja occidentalis but the
townsfolk had baptized it so because of its twisted and crippled branches. The
setting was eerie for a romantic adventure, and yet, it suited Josselin. He
seemed right at home, while Thiphaine looked around nervously. His hand went to
her cheek, his palm huge and dark and rough against the porcelain paleness of
Thiphaine’s face, while his other hand slipped under her blouse. His gray eyes
looked like melted steel when he lowered his head.
His
shoulder-length black hair fell forward when he pressed his lips to Thiphaine’s
and he moved his hand from her cheek to brush it back behind his ear. Clelia
remembered the deliberate movement of his jaw, the way the muscles dimpled in
his cheek, the hand under Thiphaine’s blouse, all the while maintaining his
composure while Thiphaine came undone under his caress. The beautiful girl made
low moaning sounds. Her knees buckled, but Josselin, without breaking the kiss,
grabbed her waist, pulling her so tightly into him that her back arched,
keeping her up with his arm while he made her weak with his touch and his
tongue.
Watching
them ignited both yearning and pain inside of Clelia. The hurt she felt speared
her heart. The aching in her soul was suddenly greater than the heat in her
pores and on her cheeks, but she couldn’t tear her stare away from the
forbidden sight. It was Iwig, a boy from her class, who broke the painful spell
when he discovered her behind the tree.
“What
have we here?” he said.
His
eyes darted to the distance where Josselin and Thiphaine were embracing. He
knew what she had been doing. He was a tall, blond boy with a strong build, and
Clelia disliked him for his habit of hunting abandoned cats with his pellet
gun.
“A
peeping tom,” he said, taking a step toward her.
When
she tried to back away, he grabbed her long braid and tugged it painfully,
causing her to yelp.
“Not
so fast, witch.” He grabbed her arm and hauled her so that she stumbled into
him. “You like to watch, don’t you?” He grinned. “How about a taste of the real
thing?”
About
the Author:
Charmaine Pauls was born in
Bloemfontein, South Africa. She obtained a degree in Communication at the
University of Potchestroom, and followed a diverse career path in journalism,
public relations, advertising, communications, photography, graphic design, and
brand marketing. Her writing has always been an integral part of her
professions.
After relocating to France with
her French husband, she fulfilled her passion to write creatively full-time.
Charmaine has published six novels since 2011, as well as several short stories
and articles.
When she is not writing, she
likes to travel, read, and rescue cats. Charmaine currently lives in Chile with
her husband and children. Their household is a linguistic mélange of Afrikaans,
English, French and Spanish.
Read more about Charmaine’s
romance novels and psychological short stories
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