“Oh, yes,” Elizabeth agreed, fighting the urge to laugh.
“What would that be?” Jerri asked eagerly.
“You couldn’t pronounce it,” Saloman said blandly.
Elizabeth, who, incredibly enough, was still clutching her champagne glass, hoped she’d spilled some of its contents over his mocking, arrogant person. Lifting it to her lips with fingers she prayed didn’t shake too visibly, she took a sizable gulp and tried to think.
What the hell was he doing here? And why was he posing as Adam Simon? Shit, what had he done with the real businessman? Was he after Dante?
No, you blind, blithering fool! He’s after Josh! Josh, whom you came here to protect, remember? To warn him against this very vampire? Well, Silk, now’s your moment!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marie Treanor lives in Scotland with her husband and three children. She has been writing stories since childhood and considers herself very privileged to continue writing as a professional career. She has published more than two dozen e-books, including Killing Joe, an e-book bestseller. In Blood on Silk she is delighted to be able to bring together her longstanding loves of vampire stories, romance, and gothic fantasy. To find out more, please visit www.MarieTreanor.com.
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