A Desert Breeze Publishing Free Read
Haunted. Melancholy. Beautiful. Lady Amelia Andrassy is numb after her husband's death. Only the piano and her music give her an outlet to release her sadness.
Dark. Brooding. Handsome. Count Anton Varga is challenged to rein in his feral, passionate emotions when the moon is full.
When Anton catches Amelia after a fall, his lupine eyes see the sadness and loneliness she hides. He experiences the same emotions as he hides his secret from the world. Dare Anton break the barriers around Amelia's heart and inspire her to find happiness, knowing his own secret might drive her away?
A companion piece to Budapest Moon Book One: The Hungarian and sequel to Budapest Moon Book Two: The Count's Lair (Coming February 2011)
She bit the inside of her lip. The rich scent of mulberries and spice hung around him, fueling a growing agitation in the pit of her stomach. He looked like a magnificent beast -- ready to tempt her to sin. "Hello, Anton."
"I'm sorry I didn't call, but I wanted to see you."
She stood rooted in the spot next to the coffee table. Anton walked toward her, his feral gait even, his expression full of confidence. He passed in back of her, pausing. She felt the heat of his breath on her neck. She didn't know what to say. She'd enjoyed his friendship and she had wanted to call him later this evening, but he seemed bolder, determined. He had the look of a man who knew what he wanted. Her hand went to her breast, trying to stop the nervous fluttering of her heart.
"I was looking forward to seeing you as well," she finally said.
He rounded the coffee table and stopped in back of the couch, putting his hands on the couch's backrest and looking directly at her.
Amelia swallowed. The look in his eyes was unmistakable. They danced with the flames of desire. For her?
"I've been giving what you said a lot of thought--" he began.
"What did I say?"
"You challenged me to be a better man."
"Well, that's what I want to do."
"But I have no idea how to be a better man. My role models were poor. My father was a drunk and womanizer. My brother was a gambler. I don't want to be like either of them."
Amelia was speechless. She didn't know what to say. She rubbed her forehead, trying to reconcile her anxiety with the growing agitation in the pit of her stomach. Truth be told, she found him incredibly attractive with his tussled hair, chiseled cheeks, and full, red lips. And the way he looked at her -- it warmed every fiber of her being. "Ah, would you like a drink?" she finally asked.
He raised a dark eyebrow. "Would you?"
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Posted by Petie McCarty on 17th Feb 2013
Moonlight Sonata was my first werewolf paranormal, and I thoroughly enjoyed the novella. Ms. Burkhart's striking prose makes your heart ache for the conflicted and enigmatic Count Varga, and the bittersweet melody of the Moonlight Sonata provides the perfect backdrop for this tantalizing love story.