Title: Falcon's Angel
Series Name: A Cardiff Novel, Book One
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Genre: Erotica, Heat Level 3
Everyone wants Sacha Angelina
Cardiff, classical violinist and daughter of a dynasty.
Falcon wants the Stradivarius in her possession, and goes undercover to track down a thief. However, he is not the only killer in search of the violin.
il Dragone, a devil-worshiping cult, wants revenge for a past only they can remember.
Angelina wants to go unrecognized when she leaves her family’s Yorkshire estate to play in a symphony in Italy. But the Stradivarius, a gift from the Maestro, her deceased instructor, opens a door to hatred that is centuries old.
It isn’t long before Angelina is the target of a mugging on the streets of Naples. She pulls an odd earring out of her attacker’s ear as Falcon rescues her. The earring, a stylized dragon made of rubies, turns out to be a symbol for a mythical beast.
Falcon and Angelinaare destined to relive the cycle of murder and mayhem if they don't solve the mystery of the rubies.
This is one special assignment that must be completed before il Dragone gets what they want.
Teaser Excerpt:
Falcon wants the Stradivarius in her possession, and goes undercover to track down a thief. However, he is not the only killer in search of the violin.
il Dragone, a devil-worshiping cult, wants revenge for a past only they can remember.
Angelina wants to go unrecognized when she leaves her family’s Yorkshire estate to play in a symphony in Italy. But the Stradivarius, a gift from the Maestro, her deceased instructor, opens a door to hatred that is centuries old.
It isn’t long before Angelina is the target of a mugging on the streets of Naples. She pulls an odd earring out of her attacker’s ear as Falcon rescues her. The earring, a stylized dragon made of rubies, turns out to be a symbol for a mythical beast.
Falcon and Angelinaare destined to relive the cycle of murder and mayhem if they don't solve the mystery of the rubies.
This is one special assignment that must be completed before il Dragone gets what they want.
Teaser Excerpt:
Naples, Italy
Falcon stood in the shadowed courtyard of the Naples
Conservatory.
She left the building right on schedule. She had arrived
early and stopped by the panetteria to pick up breakfast. She preferred the
sweet rolls. When she left the music school, it was near dark.
Her schedule of classes wasn’t that bad. It was the time
she spent practicing alone in whatever unoccupied classroom she could find that
kept her there all day. She was dedicated, and very beautiful.
She had bumped into him in the hall two days ago on her
way to class, “Scusi, Signore.” He did not know which was more shocking; the
sound of her rich contralto or those huge liquid gold eyes, a striking contrast
to the midnight waterfall rippling down her back.
He had purposely stepped in her path that day to confront
her about the Stradivarius she carried. When he got a better look at her, he
smiled “Perdonami,” and let her pass. Her lithe form glided down the hall.
If this goddess is a
thief, she won’t have to take anything from me. I’ll give her whatever she
wants, and more.
Although he allowed her to see him just that once, he had
been watching her ever since. He did not know her name yet, but he called her
Angel. Her unusual eyes made her seem like a fairy. Her fluid grace only
enhanced the impression of an ethereal wood sprite.
The warm breeze lifting her summer print skirt silenced
those thoughts.
Damned if he was not holding his breath waiting for the
end of those legs before the gentle curve of her hips.
She crossed the darkening piazza and her full breasts
danced under the white camisole top, making his mouth water. She was on her way
home now.
She was staying at the Casa di Città on Piazza Avellino
and now so was he. The apartment, a few avenues away from the Conservatory, was
in the cultural Greco-Roman district, where the buildings themselves looked
like archaeological finds.
Falcon emerged from the cluster of fig trees in the
courtyard. He stopped when a man exited a side door off the Conservatory. The
man started walking behind Angel.
Turning toward the fountain in the courtyard, he gave the
man a head start. He fell in step behind the man, who carried no books, no
instrument. Is he a teacher, or a lover?
No, not a lover. The man didn’t even call out to the girl. He did not know her.
Falcon strolled along, looking into shop windows he
passed. The man ignored a streetlight, but Falcon stopped, making sure no one
followed him. With an idle shift from side to side, he waited for a car to
cross the intersection.
Across the street, a teenager sat on the steps of a closed
shop. He’d been there for the last few days. The car stopped at the curb in
front of the teenager.
Someone should pick him up.
He would not jeopardize his cover for drug trafficking. He
would leave that to the local polizia.
The light changed and Falcon crossed the street, satisfied
that the man following Angel was alone.
They were walking through the ancient Roman marketplace,
which was deserted now. When the girl got closer to the church built on the
site of an old temple, the man began to close the distance between them.
Falcon shook his head as she reached the church corner.
She never noticed the man who was just a few feet behind her now. When the man
pushed her into the gloom around the church corner, they were lost from his
sight. The girl screamed.
Sprinting, he rounded the corner. About ten feet away, the
man was trying to wrestle the violin case from her against the wall.
Falcon pulled out his gun and aimed. “Let her go.”
The man turned toward him, and the girl pulled at his ear.
The man bent, holding his stomach. He made an inarticulate sound before running
away along the side of the building into the darkness.
Falcon darted past the girl and followed the man into the
shadows.
What the hell?
Something flitted overhead, darker than the darkness in
which he now stood alone. He pointed the Glock upward even as a figure walked
up the side of the building. It looked like a black cloud but more solid than
it should be.
Before he could get off a shot, the darkness disappeared over
the side of the roof.
Staring at the dead end in front of him, Falcon put his
gun away. No doors or windows on either side.
Where is the guy?
Must be a hidden door somewhere, he’d check it out later.
Falcon turned back toward the girl. Beyond her, across the
street, the man he had been chasing got into a car.
“No way,” he murmured as the car sped off. No way could
the man have gotten past him in the alley.
About the author:
If you asked me which is easier,
writing songs or writing novels, I would say it was the former. Melodies and
rhymes are second nature. What my characters want is another thing entirely.
With my debut novel, Falcon’s
Angel, I learned to listen to my spunky
heroine and sinfully confident hero. They’re funny and in danger, and that’s
just the way they want it. Lesson learned: don’t try to save them.
When I’m not writing, I exercise my lungs at my son’s soccer
matches and our favorite theme park, because everyone knows it’s easier on the
stomach to scream your way down a roller coaster.
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