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About The Book:
Author: Vera Bell
Pub. Date: April 3, 2023
Publisher: Champagne Book Group
Formats: Paperback, eBook, audiobook
Pages: 470
Find it: Goodreads, https://books2read.com/THROUGH-THE-VENEER-OF-TIME
How far would you go to fulfill your terrifying ancient vow?
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo meets Outlander in
this "hauntingly beautiful debut" (Julie McElwain, A Murder
in Time). Take a plunge into this mind-blowing, genre-bending world of
historical fantasy, suspense, romance, and time travel.
If not for "The Ghost"—her FBI husband's gruesome case—Siena Forte's
life would have been perfect. But not when the D.C. serial killer is hunting
women like her, and when her husband is so unsettled by this case, he refuses
to discuss it. It's a miracle her art career is thriving at all. And not only
her career.
When Siena lands a medieval mural commission at the National Gallery of Art,
she discovers a bizarre knack for astral projecting to her past life. In a
lucky strike, her visions of love and prominence in medieval Ireland are just
the creative inspiration she seeks.
What Siena doesn't know is her vivid depiction of the past exposes her to someone
she has met before—the serial killer, reborn in this century just like her. But
when a vicious attack from the past reverberates into the present, Siena's life
unravels in a chilling parallel.
Silenced and alone, she discovers the true reason for her visions. They're not
the creative inspiration they seemed, but a harbinger of her centuries-old
revenge vow, and the killer cannot be stopped until she fulfills it. But there
is another person from the past with unfinished business—her husband. And another
unwelcome déjà vu—their crumbling marriage, once again precipitated
by the serial killer's crime.
EXCERPT TWO
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reserved.
“Ah, here you are,” he said without preamble, voice low and
brooding. “Come.” He was pulsing with dangerous energy—something between anger,
disgust, and poorly curbed violence.
I drew back.
He reached for my hand, resolute. “Come now, my Neave.”
Not wishing to make a scene, I stood and followed him out. I
didn’t take his hand. “What’s amiss?” I said, struggling to keep pace with his
long strides.
“Don’t fret.” He entered the corridor to the undercroft. “All
will be set to rights soon.” “Why d’you take me to the cellars?” I
stalled. “I’ve no wish to go there!”
He halted, impatient. “I don’t mean to worry you, a
mhuirnín.” He attempted to soften his voice but failed. “You’re about
to receive my present. One that’s overdue.” “What present? Wine?”
So help me, Brigid, I couldn’t think of it. I could not.
“You’ll know soon.” He took my hand at the top of the stairs,
his own rigid and heavy. “Have faith.”
We walked for some time, passing through the dim stone
passageways, cold storage rooms, and cellars, the air dank and sodden
with earth, spirits, and oak.
I clenched my hands into fists to stop them from shaking. He’s
here.
Without warning, we came upon a vaulted hall at the end of
the undercroft. Only it wasn’t a hall. It was a dungeon, lit with oil
lamps and filled with manacles, chains, and implements of sinister
purpose. Kian, Fillan, and others were gathered in the corner, engaged in
something I couldn’t make out. Breath quickening, I darted a look at
Aedan, but he only stood beside me, squeezing my hand in his.
Then, the men moved away and revealed someone kneeling on the
dirt floor. He was covered in wounds and muck from head to toe and
unclothed, save for wide iron cuffs on his wrists and ankles, fettering
him to the wall. A large man, almost Aedan’s size, he stared at the
floor, affecting unconcern.
The oil lamps gave off scant light. But even in the dim, I
could see his hair clipped short at the ears and his mustache drooping
down to his chin. I grasped my neck as if something squeezed round it,
suffocating me.
“He’s yours to do with as you would, my Neave.” Aedan took a
long, sharp blade from his belt and pressed it into my hand.
“Who is he?” I faltered, my trembling hand slick with
sweat.
Aedan shot me a glance, a groove forming between his brows.
“Take a better look, a rún. He’ll not harm you now.”
About Vera Bell:
Vera Bell is the author of the
time-travel romance trilogy Always & Forever, set in
sixteenth-century Ireland and present-day United States. Book One, Through
the Veneer of Time, is her debut novel. Besides being a writer, she
is a wife to her high-school sweetheart, a mother to two teenagers and
one fur baby, a former commercial artist and boutique owner, and a member of
the Historical Novel Society, Women's Fiction Writers Association, and
Romance Writers of America. Her favorite place to write is on her porch,
overlooking a pond lined with river birches and magnolias. The topics she
never tires of are Ireland, past lives, and love that transcends time and space.
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