AUTHOR Laura Tolomei
FACEBOOK THREADS: Laura Tolomei Horror Side
Estimated Publish Date: December 25, 2020
HEAT: 4 flames
PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books
Three people, three different destinies, a common deadline. Will Christmas of 1855 prove to be their downfall or the way forward to a new union and everlasting happiness?
Count Mathew de la Roche feels trapped. To keep La Belle Dame, the sugar plantation in Martinique he inherited at his uncle’s death, he must enter into a stable relationship and provide for a viable heir of his own by Christmas of 1855. Problem is—he likes variety in his bed and doesn’t want to be tied down to a single person.
Amandine Duvalier is the Creole daughter of a slave and a marquis, the master of the now-abandoned Cantrell plantation. Impossible for her to inherit her father’s estate, she’s about to be kicked out of the place where she was born, and she has only until Christmas of 1855 to find new accommodation. Problem is—she’s a certified witch, so no one’s going to offer her a roof over her head.
Kabir Sayed is an Indian prince from one of those obscure reigns tolerated by the British. He stands to inherit the throne, but he’s not sure he wants it. His brother would be better suited for this job, and Kabir has left home to learn more of the world surrounding him. Now, he’s working as an indentured laborer on La Belle Dame, cutting up sugar canes by the hundreds, and he has until Christmas 1855 to make up his mind about the succession. Problem is—Johannes Van Dyke has it in for him, and he might’ve just killed him after that severe beating.
As their paths cross in unexpected ways, the Christmas deadline looms on the horizon. What hasn’t entered the equation so far is the magnetic attraction they feel for one another. Will it be enough to overcome their prejudices and lead them to true union and everlasting happiness?
“It’s agreed, then.”
Louis nodded dumbly. It was clear he had no idea of what she was talking about right at present. Who would, after such a tremendous orgasm?
She pressed her advantage. “You’ll let me stay here ‘till Christmas, won’t you?”
“’Till Christmas?” Louis tried to protest.
“Yes, ‘till Christmas.” Grabbing his arm, she squeezed it forcefully. “You’re really too generous for words.” Tugging it, she dragged him to the exit. “Thank you so much.” Opening the door, she gave him a little push and managed to get him over the threshold.
“Sure.” Dumbfounded, he opposed no resistance, blinking as though he was just coming out of a trance.
“Great.” She rewarded him with her most enchanting smile. “Now, I really must go.”
Slamming the door, she whirled around and leaned on it. She’d wriggled an extension until Christmas of this accursed year, 1855. Considering it was the beginning of June, it gave her six months at best. Where would she go? She didn’t have too many friends. The few she had were in no position to offer her hospitality. What would she do when her time was up, and she still lacked a roof over her head?