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Book Description:
Is it alchemy that
transforms fear into love?
Italy, 1565—Niccolo is a philosopher, a nobleman, and an
honorable man. He’s also an alchemist—considered a heretic and an enemy of the
church. When his beloved fiancée dies of a mysterious ailment on the eve of
their wedding day, Niccolo loses all direction. Maddened by grief, he attempts
a desperate, unthinkable act, one from which there is no turning back:
transformation of the dead into the living…
Italy, 2015—While excavating a Renaissance-era burial site,
Julia discovers a beautiful but mysterious carving. Wreathed in classic period
symbols—a cross, a family crest, an open book—the piece contains another symbol
she can’t quite place—an alembic—a type of distillation apparatus used in
alchemy. Then she finds something else—a burial plaque commemorating the deaths
of two people, a man and a woman. Curious, Julia continues to excavate the
site, but before she can complete her work, something gives way beneath her and
she falls…or is pulled…through the darkness and emptiness of time…
But when Julia turns up in the body of Niccolo’s fiancée,
confusion battles with danger. Inextricably drawn to one another, Julia and
Niccolo find solace in each other’s arms. But to love again, they’ll have to
defy the deadly prejudice of others and the terrifying power of the Spanish
Inquisition. Between love, loss, and murderous betrayal, can the alchemy of
love create enough magic to save them?
Excerpt:
Niccolo’s heart
raced, pounding the walls of his chest. He willed it to calm. He needed to
clear the raging blood from his head so he could think. In a soft leather pouch
hanging from a thong around his neck and buried beneath his cloth, a small
sapphire vial was concealed. Niccolo withdrew it now, never taking his eyes
from his lover’s face.
Her perfect
cheekbones, the nobility of her nose, and the fine twin arches of her brows
combined with the chilly pallor of her skin and stillness of form to suggest
she was not a creature of flesh, deserted by spirit, but a goddess sculpted in
marble, serene in her eternal sleep.
His fingers
trembled as he unstopped the bottle. He parted her lips and held the jewel to
her mouth.
“God forgive
me,” he whispered and tilted the bottle. The elixir had the color and luster of
liquid gold with the capricious consistency of quicksilver. It ran out over her
tongue and disappeared into her throat, leaving no trace except for one fine
golden bead clinging like a gilded dewdrop to her lower lip. The vial was
empty, the hollow sapphire glittered in the candlelight. Niccolo scrutinized
the delicate fringe of Carolina’s sable lashes against her pale cheeks. He was
close enough to feel her breath, had she any.
“Come back to
me, my angel,” he murmured and placed his lips upon hers.
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