Saturday, 21 December 2013

Welcome paranormal romance writer, Catherine Green...

Lord Gregory Stockton is a powerful and respected businessman embracing the modern era of the Victorian industrial revolution. He owns a grand and beautiful manor complete with a repertoire of servants and a charming attractive young wife. The only thing he lacks and desires is an heir to the family estate.
Lord Gregory knows he can never produce a child, for he is a vampire, and his wife and servants know nothing of his secrets. However, there may be other ways to provide an heir for his estate. Lord Gregory notices the subtle growing romantic attraction between his wife and the handsome young stable hand Marcus Scott resulting in the humans becoming unwitting pawns in a vampire’s game of lust, love and control.

Genres - Romance/Paranormal, Romance/Vampire, Romance/Victorian. Romance/Historical

Publisher - Chances Press

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Chapter One

The air in her bedroom was cool and sent a chill up and down her slender body.  She had grown familiar with the almost icy atmosphere in her husband’s home during the two years they had been married.  Indeed the very mood inside these rooms seemed to reflect his often-volatile personality.  He had never consciously hurt her, not in any real sense, but there was always that potential, lying beneath his calm exterior, as though he were a serpent waiting to strike.  She could not complain about him, for Lord Gregory Stockton was a most attentive husband, and Sarah was extremely lucky to have secured his affections.  He was a very affable gentleman in many ways, but he confused her. 
Sarah found herself pacing the room like a caged animal, desperate to be released into the wild.  Her pretty blue taffeta day dress was tight, stiff, and restricting; yet it fit her petite body in all the right places, accentuating her small bosom and curving gracefully over her hips to drape softly on the floor.  The dress was specially made by the finest designers, along with the rest of her wardrobe.  Her husband had been determined that his young wife would be the perfect showpiece for his estate and his reputation.  She wore her soft golden curls pinned up in a diamante hair clip, and would shortly add her matching blue hat ready for her morning horse ride around the grounds. 
Thinking about her daily exercise brought her mind back to young Marcus Scott, the stable lad.  Well, he wasn’t really a lad at all; he was a young man of around twenty-five years, older than Sarah herself.  She was only twenty-three, and becoming painfully aware of her lack of child bearing during her marriage.  This fact was further accentuated every time she visited her mother on the neighbouring estate, and Sarah was increasingly irritated and upset at the admonitions that it was her own fault.  Lord Stockton certainly did not seem affected by his lack of heirs.  Indeed he never broached the subject, and Sarah knew that it was nothing to do with his being embarrassed or awkward about it.  Far from it.  He was a most attentive lover, and that was another area where she could not fault her husband.
But it wasn’t her husband that she was thinking about on this fine spring morning, with the sun shining through her windows and offering to warm her cool body.  She found herself drifting over to look out at the garden, and her view of the green shrubs and trees, the flowers that were now starting to bloom in the warmer weather, and the distant lake upon which the sun sparkled and which would be the focus for her horse ride with her beloved pet Penelope.  Again her thoughts returned to Marcus, as she pictured him gently stroking Penelope’s flanks with long, firm strokes of the grooming brush.  He was truly at one with the Stockton horses, and each animal seemed to respond to him with love and gentility. 
Sarah’s heart lurched in her chest as she spied Marcus walking across the gardens towards the lake.  His dark blonde hair was slightly long and tucked behind his ears, where it fell in soft waves to his neck, always inviting her to run her fingers through it.  He was already tanned from working outdoors, despite the fact that it was only April, and his simple white shirt, brown corduroy trousers, and leather waistcoat, together with the serviceable black boots he wore, seemed only to accentuate the curves and muscles of his very masculine physique.  Her mind wandered as she imagined what kind of a lover he could be, so wild and passionate, yet so gentle at the same time…

Author of adult paranormal romance series The Redcliffe Novels, Catherine Green was raised on books from a young age, and has happy memories of Saturday mornings spent in her small local library, devouring the contents of the shelves. Aside from the Redcliffe novels, Catherine has short stories published in YA anthologies Devils, Demons and Werewolves, and The Mirador Fantasmagoria, and she writes articles for websites including Write and Share UK. Catherine is also a freelance copywriter and copy editor.

Catherine has always been fascinated by the supernatural world, and it feels natural for her to write about vampires, werewolves, witches and other mystical creatures in her stories. She is a shaman in training and a mother of two (plus dog), with an interest in crafts and social history. Catherine practises Law of Attraction and truly believes that everyone can achieve their dreams if they can step beyond the fear of social conformity.

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