Publisher: Black Lyon Publishing, LLC
To rescue her was to rescue his own soul.
On a cold Parisian night,
Vicomte Aleksender de Lefèvre forges an everlasting bond with a broken girl
during her darkest hour, rescuing her from a life of abuse and misery.
Tormented by his own demons, he finds his first bit of solace in sheltering
little Sofia Rose.
But when Aleksender is
drawn away by the Franco-Prussian war, the seasons pass. And in that long year,
Sofia matures into a stunning young woman—a
dancer with an understanding of devotion and redemption far surpassing her age.
Alongside his closest
friend, Aleksender returns home to find that “home” is gone, replaced by
revolution, bloodshed, betrayal—and a love always out of reach. Scarred inside
and out, he’s thrust into a world of sensuality and violence—a world in which
all his hours have now grown dark, and where only Sofia might bring an end to
the winter in his heart.
Inspired by the 1871 Paris
Commune, The Frost of Springtime is a poignant tale of revolution,
redemption, and the healing power of love.
EXCERPT
“I do not love you.”
Aleksender’s lips crashed
against Sofia’s in a movement he was utterly unable to
control. Both hands broke through the material of her cloak in a jarring whoosh
of air, grazing her shoulders with his icy fingertips.
Riding up and over the
curve of her hips, speaking into the dewy heat of her mouth, “I do not love
you.” Rough, weathered hands skimmed over the tender swell of her breasts and
worshiped every inch of her beauty. His tongue dueled with her own, drinking Sofia deep, sucking in her spirit. Her kisses
were sweet as nectar, dripping with pure seduction and a virginal sensuality.
“I do not love you.” Aleksender’s quivering fingertips tangled within the mass
of damp, russet locks. He gave a gentle tug and reeled her closer. “I do not
love you.”
His hands swept down the
elegant column of her throat and enveloped the thin shaft. Aleksender tenderly
cupped her face within his palms. His thumbs stroked her cheeks and drew
invisible circles along the slates of porcelain flesh.
Sofia knew he was a broken soul … more so now
than ever before. No, she was not scared. His cruelty was entirely wasted. One
look in his eyes had confirmed her every thought. He’d never harm her.
Although, for reasons she couldn’t fully comprehend, he wanted her to believe
otherwise.
But Sofia saw past his rugged façade. And her
heart only constricted for his pain. She felt so helpless, so very trapped. How
she ached to heal him! She ached to kiss away all of his scars—internal and
external, old and new. She ached to rescue him from the blackened depths of
despair—just as he’d done, all those nine years ago.
No. She could not stop
herself. Sofia sighed and slanted her lovely face,
deepening their kiss to new limits.
Yes, Sofia’s heart screamed, she could heal him. He
needed only to open his arms, mind, body—
Aleksender forced himself
away. Sofia’s eardrums thundered, slamming against
her consciousness in a deafening roar. She could hear her own pulse. Her heart
swelled to painful proportions, threatening to burst free.
Aleksender and Sofia
harmoniously panted as they struggled to catch their breaths. Eyes blinking shut
in despair, Aleksender pressed his temple against Sofia’s. Nestled within the safety of her arms
and speaking for the both of them, he recited the tragic confession: “I cannot
love you.”
Rachel L.
Demeter lives in the beautiful hills of Anaheim, California with Teddy, her goofy lowland
sheepdog, and high school sweetheart of ten years. She enjoys writing dark,
edgy romances that challenge the reader’s emotions and examine the redeeming
power of love.
Imagining
stories and characters has been Rachel’s passion for longer than she can
remember. Before learning how to read or write, she would dictate stories while
her mom would jot them down for her. She has a special affinity for the
tortured hero and unconventional romances. Whether sculpting the protagonist or
antagonist, she always ensures that every character is given a soul.
Rachel strives
to intricately blend elements of romance, suspense, and horror. Some common
themes her stories never stray too far from: forbidden romance, soul mates, the
power of love to redeem, mend all wounds, and triumph over darkness. Her dream
is to move readers and leave an emotional impact through her words.
Publisher: Black Lyon Publishing, LLC
To rescue her was to rescue his own soul.
On a cold Parisian night,
Vicomte Aleksender de Lefèvre forges an everlasting bond with a broken girl
during her darkest hour, rescuing her from a life of abuse and misery.
Tormented by his own demons, he finds his first bit of solace in sheltering
little Sofia Rose.
But when Aleksender is
drawn away by the Franco-Prussian war, the seasons pass. And in that long year,
Sofia matures into a stunning young woman—a
dancer with an understanding of devotion and redemption far surpassing her age.
Alongside his closest
friend, Aleksender returns home to find that “home” is gone, replaced by
revolution, bloodshed, betrayal—and a love always out of reach. Scarred inside
and out, he’s thrust into a world of sensuality and violence—a world in which
all his hours have now grown dark, and where only Sofia might bring an end to
the winter in his heart.
Inspired by the 1871 Paris
Commune, The Frost of Springtime is a poignant tale of revolution,
redemption, and the healing power of love.
EXCERPT
“I do not love you.”
Aleksender’s lips crashed
against Sofia’s in a movement he was utterly unable to
control. Both hands broke through the material of her cloak in a jarring whoosh
of air, grazing her shoulders with his icy fingertips.
Riding up and over the
curve of her hips, speaking into the dewy heat of her mouth, “I do not love
you.” Rough, weathered hands skimmed over the tender swell of her breasts and
worshiped every inch of her beauty. His tongue dueled with her own, drinking Sofia deep, sucking in her spirit. Her kisses
were sweet as nectar, dripping with pure seduction and a virginal sensuality.
“I do not love you.” Aleksender’s quivering fingertips tangled within the mass
of damp, russet locks. He gave a gentle tug and reeled her closer. “I do not
love you.”
His hands swept down the
elegant column of her throat and enveloped the thin shaft. Aleksender tenderly
cupped her face within his palms. His thumbs stroked her cheeks and drew
invisible circles along the slates of porcelain flesh.
Sofia knew he was a broken soul … more so now
than ever before. No, she was not scared. His cruelty was entirely wasted. One
look in his eyes had confirmed her every thought. He’d never harm her.
Although, for reasons she couldn’t fully comprehend, he wanted her to believe
otherwise.
But Sofia saw past his rugged façade. And her
heart only constricted for his pain. She felt so helpless, so very trapped. How
she ached to heal him! She ached to kiss away all of his scars—internal and
external, old and new. She ached to rescue him from the blackened depths of
despair—just as he’d done, all those nine years ago.
No. She could not stop
herself. Sofia sighed and slanted her lovely face,
deepening their kiss to new limits.
Yes, Sofia’s heart screamed, she could heal him. He
needed only to open his arms, mind, body—
Aleksender forced himself
away. Sofia’s eardrums thundered, slamming against
her consciousness in a deafening roar. She could hear her own pulse. Her heart
swelled to painful proportions, threatening to burst free.
Aleksender and Sofia
harmoniously panted as they struggled to catch their breaths. Eyes blinking shut
in despair, Aleksender pressed his temple against Sofia’s. Nestled within the safety of her arms
and speaking for the both of them, he recited the tragic confession: “I cannot
love you.”
Rachel L.
Demeter lives in the beautiful hills of Anaheim, California with Teddy, her goofy lowland
sheepdog, and high school sweetheart of ten years. She enjoys writing dark,
edgy romances that challenge the reader’s emotions and examine the redeeming
power of love.
Imagining stories and characters has been Rachel’s passion for longer than she can remember. Before learning how to read or write, she would dictate stories while her mom would jot them down for her. She has a special affinity for the tortured hero and unconventional romances. Whether sculpting the protagonist or antagonist, she always ensures that every character is given a soul.
Rachel strives to intricately blend elements of romance, suspense, and horror. Some common themes her stories never stray too far from: forbidden romance, soul mates, the power of love to redeem, mend all wounds, and triumph over darkness. Her dream is to move readers and leave an emotional impact through her words.
Imagining stories and characters has been Rachel’s passion for longer than she can remember. Before learning how to read or write, she would dictate stories while her mom would jot them down for her. She has a special affinity for the tortured hero and unconventional romances. Whether sculpting the protagonist or antagonist, she always ensures that every character is given a soul.
Rachel strives to intricately blend elements of romance, suspense, and horror. Some common themes her stories never stray too far from: forbidden romance, soul mates, the power of love to redeem, mend all wounds, and triumph over darkness. Her dream is to move readers and leave an emotional impact through her words.
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