How are Grace and Robert connected to Simon and Corran of ‘When Fate Dictates’?
I’d love to tell you, but that would ruin the surprise, so I’m sorry folks, you are just going to have to read ‘Entwined’, book three of the Highland Secret Series.
To give you some clues, here follows an excerpt from ‘Entwined’.
ENTWINED
York- 16th December, Modern Day
Kate slid her thumb over the tracker pad, watching as the blue strip highlighted her friends’ names, one after the other. She lifted her thumb off the pad as the strip hovered over Grace’s name. For the past few hours she had been repeatedly dialing the number, but each time the call had gone straight to Grace’s answer phone.
Dropping the mobile on the duvet, she slid off the bed and reached for her leggings and jumper. The iPod docking station on the bedside table told her it was three o’clock in the morning - four hours since Grace had left. It was too late to call the hotel she was staying at, and she couldn’t call the police until she was sure Grace was missing.
Kate shivered as the wind howled past her house. She pulled the curtain aside and stared into the orange glow of the street light, mesmerized by frantic flakes of snow as they whipped around its outer glass cover. Her fears were totally justified; Grace had promised to call her when she got back to the hotel and she hadn’t. Cursing for not insisting that her friend catch a taxi home, Kate grabbed her beanie and gloves and made her way downstairs.
She struggled to stand as the wind pounded her unmercifully. She ducked her head against the icy blast, gasping a quick breath before facing the oncoming wind again. Deep banks of snow rose up the side of buildings narrowing her passage to an almost impassable gap between the drifts. Blindly she stumbled through the city hoping with every trudging step that her friend was tucked up in bed, dreaming of her haunting Cavalier. Exhausted, Kate sought shelter in the recess of a doorway. Her leggings clung to her calves like frozen limpets and her legs burnt painfully now that she had stopped moving. Lifting her fingers to her mouth, she caught the woolen tip in her teeth and pulled the sodden glove from her hand. She watched the sign of the Cavalier Hotel swaying in the wind. She raised her head to the window of her friend’s room, hoping to see a flicker of light or movement of life. Her eyes streamed with tears as the lashing wind stung her face. Blinking furiously she tried to clear the watery fog. Her look fixed intently on the panes of glass, but the glazed section of the window offered her no reassuring sight.
A wave of impending doom washed over her as she left the shelter of the doorway and plunged once again into the open street. A curtain of snow fell steadily before her in a never ending stream of white. Kate lost her footing and stumbled, steadying herself against the base of a streetlight. Her breathing was shallow and painful, her mind clouded and confused. Her legs felt unsteady and weak as tiredness crept into every muscle and bone of her body. She closed her eyes against the pounding wind and rested her head heavily against the icy pole. Through the whirl of confusion, Kate understood that she had to find shelter. Willing her body and mind from its stupor, she took one deep burning breath and dragged herself from the pole. She swayed unsteadily on her feet but remained upright enough to stagger her way down Stonegate. With reason and direction long since lost, instinct drove her to Harry’s pub where finally, overcome with exhaustion, she collapsed heavily in the deserted courtyard.
Unable to sleep and painfully aware of the conversation that day break would bring, Harry slid out of bed and walked slowly to the window. His fingers drew the curtains aside and then tensed on the cloth. He blinked in an attempt to focus his eyes, certain he had caught a glimpse of something moving in the shadows of the courtyard. Cursing, he let the curtain fall and reached for his coat.
“Simon...”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Elizabeth Marshall is the writing alter ego of a lady born in St Mary’s Hospital, at the Marianhill Monastery, in the province of Natal, South Africa and was brought up in a small, rural village surrounded by a large Scottish farming family.
Her primary education was delivered by Nuns from the monastery in which she was born. Through secondary school into adulthood, Elizabeth’s life centered on a love of music, reading, writing and history.
After Elizabeth married she settled in the UK with her husband. She has worked at the Charing Cross and Westminster Medical School in England, Nottingham Social Services in England and is currently a Director of an IT Project Management Consultancy.
Elizabeth lives in a small Derbyshire village in England with her husband and children. She spends her spare time with her head in a book or her fingers on the keyboard writing one.
‘Highland Secret Series’ by Elizabeth Marshall
Book One - ‘When Fate Dictates’
Book Two - ‘Beyond Time’
Book Three – ‘Entwined’
Also in the ‘Highland Secret Series’
‘Rising’
‘Whispers In The Dark’
Find Elizabeth Marshall online.
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Website: https://www.elizabethmarshallwrites.com
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