Ancient Curse
Finding Rhodes End Series, Book Three
Barbara Edwards
Paranormal Romance
Evil never dies. And this time it wants Rainie Gamble. More than her life, it wants her soul.
The artifacts she handles come from every era and she can read their past with a touch. After her Father’s deceit, she’d lost her beloved career until Thomas hired her to inventory his new estate. She is acutely aware these items ooze evil. Her attraction to Thomas grows despite her resolve to never trust again.
Thomas Broquette needed Rainie for more than her psychic ability. She could bring her father into his reach and Thomas needed him to return the stolen paintings in Mason’s estate. He needs Rainie’s help to destroy the evil things Mason left behind. Then he realizes he needs her for much, much more.
She needs to trust him despite his lie. Their love is her only hope of survival.
Changing took a few minutes. She pressed her hand to her throbbing forehead and studied her reflection in the mirror. Pain lined her forehead. She wondered why Thomas’ touch eased it. Her tangled hair had escaped her twist and needed combing. Humming, she took the time to neaten it.About Barbara Edwards
Silence enveloped the second floor. With the power off, the soft music she played in her bedroom had been silenced. She half expected her footsteps to echo when she exited the room and walked down the hall.
Thomas had probably finished mopping up, and she needed to lock her computer and file her notes before the back-up battery failed.
Her pulse beat faster. She looked forward to spending some time with him. Hopefully, he was still in the library. She shook her head. She paused as the hair on her nape stirred like she was being watched.
A cool draft washed over her nape and she glanced back along the hall. All the doors had been closed. They still were. She frowned, and then shook the feeling off. No-one watched although her skin itched.
Pausing to enjoy the light emotions held by the smooth banister, she stroked the wood.
A violent shove between her shoulders tumbled her down the stairs like a thrown doll.
I’m Barbara Edwards and a native New Englander. I’m a graduate of the University of Hartford with a master’s degree in Public Administration. I write poetry for myself and novels when I need to tell a longer tale. My dark paranormal stories evolve from nightmares. The romance comes from my belief in people’s basic goodness and longing for love.
My husband is a retired police sergeant. We share an interest in Civil War re-enacting and travel the Eastern states to participate in events. I love visiting museums, galleries, and battle sites, gathering information for my stories.
I’m fond of gardening and grow antique roses with limited success. Most of my exercise is when my Belgian shepherd, Dixie, demands a walk.
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