Today’s snippet comes from my second novel. Enjoy!
Treves told Erik that he needed warmer climes to stop the bleeding in his lungs. I, of course, presumed that Honor and I would join them. It was Erik who told me otherwise.
“She’ll not do to Honor what I did to her, and I don’t blame her,” he said. “I took her away from everything she knew to a place where she spoke only some of the language and people hated her for her accent. I should have known better.”
He put a hand on my shoulder then and looked me in the eye; his emerald gaze held me.
“Promise me, Rochambeau, that if Claire needs you, you will go to her.”
“She’ll have you,” I replied.
“I’m dying, Gilbert, and I know it. No amount of warm air will change that. But before I leave this world, I’m going to give her the house she always wanted. I’m going to take her home.”
“A terra cotta-walled house with blue shutters,” I murmured. “She told me once that it was her dream.”
“Indeed, mon ami. Now promise me.”
I gave Erik my word. Shortly thereafter, Erik and Claire closed the house and sailed for France.
San Francisco, 1948
When a mysterious stranger approaches Clarice Kaye in her favorite restaurant, his words trigger a voyage of discovery: “You look just like your grandmother, but you have your mother’s eyes.”
There was only one question in Clarice’s mind: how could he know?
Armed with family diaries that tell of the scandalous grandmother for whom she was named, Clarice embarks on a journey through Paris’ modern art movement, 1906 San Francisco, and the depths of the Opéra Garnier in this long-awaited sequel to In The Eye of The Beholder.
In The Eye of The Storm is the 2015 Silver Medal winner for best fan fiction in the Global eBook Awards.