New Book See Me
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See Me by
Natalie-Nicole Bates
Carly Anders is hearing voices in her head. Another one of
her kind is trying to contact her. She knows of the malevolent freaks—others who are eternal like her and seek out the
weak to inflict pain upon. For years, Carly has held up huge protective walls
to keep herself and her secrets safe. Now, physically and mentally exhausted,
Carly needs protection and rest.
She accepts the invitation to visit an internet friend who
needs help appraising a collection of antique photographs. The situation is not ideal, but Carly hopes a
male presence in her life will deter the determined suitor who haunts her
thoughts and dreams.
Daniel Tremont is not what Carly is expecting.
The former funeral director has a secret of his own. Not
only is he eternal like Carly, he is her creation from all those years
before—her abomination she thought she killed.
Daniel has been searching for Carly for years. He knows she
is the piece of his life that he has been missing for so long. Now that he has
found her, he has no intentions of letting her go.
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Excerpt:
He waved a hand in front of her face, but she didn’t blink. The lights are on, but no one’s home.
“Carly, my
angel,” he whispered and cupped her cheek into his palm. He revealed in the
silkiness and warmth of her skin. Still, she didn’t react. She was almost…a
zombie.
His own body
jerked in reaction to the fear she was emanating. She was clearly sleepwalking
and in the throes of one hell of a nightmare, yet she didn’t cry out any
longer. It was all now playing out inside her mind.
“Charlotte, see
me,” he implored.
Her lips twitched
at the mention of her real name.
“See me,” he
repeated.
Suddenly, her
body gave way and she collapsed. Catching her, he lifted her into his arms and
carried her to the bed. As he laid her down, her breathing became ragged. He
placed a hand over her heart as it raced, and passed healing calmness through
his hand, feeling the energy pulsate against her skin. Beneath his hand, he
would feel her heartbeat slow to a normal rhythm.
“Daniel?” Her
voice was mere caress.
“I’m here, my
angel. You’re having a nightmare. You’re frightened. It’s okay now, I’m here,
and I will never leave you,” he promised.
“Everyone leaves,
Daniel. You can’t understand, you can’t…” Her body started to tremble.
He climbed onto
the bed and straddled her body. Leaning close to her face, he said, “Carly, let
go of your fear. I can take it. Let go and see me,” he commanded.
Her breath came
out in a whoosh, and a wall of fear and resistance hit him like a blow from
above. It wasn’t exactly painful, more startling than anything else.
His vision
flip-flopped, and he could see an image from inside her mind of two souls
forever entwined as the result of one act. It made perfect sense. She was
reliving the day their souls became one. The day of the fire.
He then saw
black, suffocating water. She was reliving her own death, as well.
As the visions
left him, he was consumed with the mishmash of fear, loneliness, and resistance
within her.
He had to make
her understand that it was over. “I will never leave you, Carly. That is my
promise to you,” he insisted.
A flicker of life
ignited in her eyes. Her hands came up to his face, and to Daniel’s surprise,
tears bubbled from his own eyes. He was releasing the pain and fear he had
absorbed from his beloved.
“I’m so sorry,
Daniel, so sorry,” she murmured.
“There’s nothing
to be sorry for, my love. It’s over. It’s time to move forward now.”
“You don’t
understand what I am, Daniel.”
“I do understand,
Carly. I am what you are. See me for what I am.”
In his mind, he
could see the moving clockwork gears of her thoughts once again as she tried to
process what he was telling her to be true.
“Just accept it,
and let’s move forward.”
She drew his face
to hers and her lips parted beneath his. Time blurred and he drank in the
essence of his Carly. Her soft, barely covered curves molded themselves against
his the hard planes of his body. Her hands were under his t-shirt, her fingers
stroking him.
If he pressed on,
he knew she wouldn’t refuse him. But in her vulnerable state, he wouldn’t let
anything progress further that night. Carly needed time to process everything
that happened. There was plenty of time to pursue a physical relationship. They
weren’t going any where…he hoped.
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Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.
Her passions in life include books and hockey along with
Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles. Natalie
contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.
She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her
next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem
photos.
Visit Natalie online at www.natalienicolebates.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/BatesNatalie
This product or book
may have been distributed for review; this in no way affects my opinions or
reviews.
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