Haunting the Mayfair
แแแ. 2015 ยท New Dawning Bookfair
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She couldnโt escape the twinge of conscience that reminded her how often she played out of her league. When her father had retired from the Agency and started his own private investigation business, heโd thought his daughter would be safe from the ghosts of his violent past. More than once though, Cinthya had paid for the deeds and decisions of Joshua Bradleyโs previous career. Her relationship with Rick wasnโt a point of reassurance either in the creaking darkness of the forsaken hotel.
There were people who knew Rick and his reputation. Sometimes it was a point of protection, but here that was irrelevant. It was with Joshuaโs very reluctant blessing that his twenty-year-old daughter had stepped into a loving relationship with his former business partner, the shadowy, sophisticated and lethal Rick Leighton. The more than fifteen-year age difference was only the first objection her father had voiced when Cinthya had been forced by her own conscience to open up to himโconscience and the undeniable need to share her happiness with the other important person in her life.
Rickโs recent decision to leave Bradleyโs Private Investigations and reenter the life of an active operative set up an entirely new array of potential dangers for Cinthya. It was a risk she was more than willing to take, but not something that lessened the worry from her father and Rick.
She leapt back in fright when something clingy and featherlight brushed against her face. With a cry of disgust, she batted away the filmy cobwebs and peered into the shadowy stairwell. She was on the second floorโonly one more flight to climb. Then sheโd have to find room 313.
Some people claimed the Mayfair Hotel was haunted, and those who lived in the area could tell endless stories about โsightingsโ and other mysterious events in the ancient edifice.
Another shudder ran the length of her spine when she heard skittering near her feet. Rats! The place had to be infested with rats. She glanced around, her breath still as she searched the growing darkness for the beady red eyes she was sure sheโd find watching her. There was nothing staring at her from the blackness of the corners and she sagged against the wall as she gasped for air.
God! Rick was right, I should never have stayed up all night watching horror movies.
Heโd consented to sit through the original version of The Phantom of the Operaโhe deemed that particular film โa classicโโbut Cinthya had been on her own after that. It had been nearing daybreak when sheโd finally crawled into bedโand about another thirty seconds before she flew out again, tripping in the sheets and falling flat on her face at his unexpected grab. Rick had almost fallen out of bed himself from laughing at her. He was still laughing when heโd left the apartment earlier this afternoon.
Cinthya dismissed the monsters and ghouls of the previous night and concentrated on locating the room where she was supposed to find her mystery caller. A sag in the weathered wood of the floor creaked in the hollow corridor. She bit her bottom lip to prevent any sound from escaping. Her hammering heartbeat gradually subsided and some of her fear-induced dizziness passed. A chill skittered across her skin when she stared up at the shadowy ceiling, her gaze drawn to the vast network of cobwebs that had been woven over the years. It looked like wisps of cotton, stretched to the point of breaking, except that this thready cloak was dulled with years of dust and grime.
A distinct thud at the other end of the long hallway had her heading in that direction.
Rick loves Cindi, but he worries about her. Apart from his past, there is the very real problem of her insatiable curiosity, so for Halloween, he decides to teach her a lesson. He lures her to a hotel thatโs been abandoned for decades, and reputed to be haunted. She goes, led by the intrigue and her curiosity, just as he knows sheโll be.
EXCERPT
You should know better than this.She couldnโt escape the twinge of conscience that reminded her how often she played out of her league. When her father had retired from the Agency and started his own private investigation business, heโd thought his daughter would be safe from the ghosts of his violent past. More than once though, Cinthya had paid for the deeds and decisions of Joshua Bradleyโs previous career. Her relationship with Rick wasnโt a point of reassurance either in the creaking darkness of the forsaken hotel.
There were people who knew Rick and his reputation. Sometimes it was a point of protection, but here that was irrelevant. It was with Joshuaโs very reluctant blessing that his twenty-year-old daughter had stepped into a loving relationship with his former business partner, the shadowy, sophisticated and lethal Rick Leighton. The more than fifteen-year age difference was only the first objection her father had voiced when Cinthya had been forced by her own conscience to open up to himโconscience and the undeniable need to share her happiness with the other important person in her life.
Rickโs recent decision to leave Bradleyโs Private Investigations and reenter the life of an active operative set up an entirely new array of potential dangers for Cinthya. It was a risk she was more than willing to take, but not something that lessened the worry from her father and Rick.
She leapt back in fright when something clingy and featherlight brushed against her face. With a cry of disgust, she batted away the filmy cobwebs and peered into the shadowy stairwell. She was on the second floorโonly one more flight to climb. Then sheโd have to find room 313.
Some people claimed the Mayfair Hotel was haunted, and those who lived in the area could tell endless stories about โsightingsโ and other mysterious events in the ancient edifice.
Another shudder ran the length of her spine when she heard skittering near her feet. Rats! The place had to be infested with rats. She glanced around, her breath still as she searched the growing darkness for the beady red eyes she was sure sheโd find watching her. There was nothing staring at her from the blackness of the corners and she sagged against the wall as she gasped for air.
God! Rick was right, I should never have stayed up all night watching horror movies.
Heโd consented to sit through the original version of The Phantom of the Operaโhe deemed that particular film โa classicโโbut Cinthya had been on her own after that. It had been nearing daybreak when sheโd finally crawled into bedโand about another thirty seconds before she flew out again, tripping in the sheets and falling flat on her face at his unexpected grab. Rick had almost fallen out of bed himself from laughing at her. He was still laughing when heโd left the apartment earlier this afternoon.
Cinthya dismissed the monsters and ghouls of the previous night and concentrated on locating the room where she was supposed to find her mystery caller. A sag in the weathered wood of the floor creaked in the hollow corridor. She bit her bottom lip to prevent any sound from escaping. Her hammering heartbeat gradually subsided and some of her fear-induced dizziness passed. A chill skittered across her skin when she stared up at the shadowy ceiling, her gaze drawn to the vast network of cobwebs that had been woven over the years. It looked like wisps of cotton, stretched to the point of breaking, except that this thready cloak was dulled with years of dust and grime.
A distinct thud at the other end of the long hallway had her heading in that direction.
When she was still several doors away from Room 313, she was grabbed from behind.ย
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ย Canadian born and bred, and a lifelong dreamer, I began
writing at an early age and canโt recall a time when I wasnโt creating in someartistic form. My life has had several on-going love affairs that shape much of
what I write, the American West, Victorian England, cowboys, a passion for
pirates, Greek Gods, and Ancient Egypt. The other endless love affair in my
life is Italia and all its magic, beauty, and dazzling culture. That passion
spills into all aspects of my life.
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