Happy Monday! Time for a snippet from my backlist. I chose Through the Library Door for this week. My Markham Library Tales are my least known and this year, they will be getting some updates - yes, I have the next tale half written.
But, let's show you a little from the first Markham Library tale. Landria found herself inside one of the erotic novels in her aunt's library. When she returned, she hoped that was that...until Lord Nicholas Waring followed her back through the portal.
She jumped backward, only to hit the door. She knew she should shut the door and run away, but she could not. Instead she watched in disbelief as the little door opened all the way and the intense green eyes of Lord Nicholas Waring appeared and then his entire body came through the door. As he did so, the books seemed to disappear from where they had been and reappear on the shelves in the same instant. He glanced around the room frowning and then back at her.
“Where did you go?” he asked firmly. “And where is the furniture that was here?“ He stood at his full height and she opened her mouth several times to say something, but could not. After she gaped at him for a few seconds, he let his eyes wander over her. His grim expression turned annoyed. “And what horrible thing are you wearing?”
Glancing down, Landria blushed. She was wearing a cotton cartoon pajama set. It wasn’t sexy or cute. In fact, it was several years old and had several holes and tears, but it was comfortable so she continued to wear it. It was embarrassing to be caught in it by him, though. Realizing she would need to explain, she fidgeted back and forth. “Well, Nicholas, you see…” She stopped talking as his eyebrows rose.
“Nicholas? At what point did we become close enough that I allowed you to use my Christian name?” he asked coldly. “I do not even know how you knew it. How did you come to know my name?”
Chuckling nervously, she nodded. “Yeah, Lord Waring, Earl of something-or-other. Look, none of that means anything to me, okay? Because you are nothing but a character in a book.”
He continued to stare at her. “A character,” he said smoothly, taking a step closer to her as he gazed around the room. “I must say, I did wonder how the room went from pristine clean to full of dust. Not to mention my missing furniture. But I am sure you will explain all of it, won’t you, Landria?”
Her name in his voice had to be the most exciting thing she had ever heard and memories of some of the more lurid dreams she had lately came back to her, turning her cheeks a bright pink. One of his eyebrows raised and his lips twitched. His expression went from cold to amused in the length of a breath. “I pegged you as not a prostitute. Maybe I was wrong?”
“I am not a whore!” she snapped, her embarrassment forgotten momentarily. “I somehow got transported into one of these stupid erotic novels and you…”
“Erotic novels?” he snorted. “Why do you insist on creating such outlandish stories? For an uneducated girl you are certainly creative, I will give you that.” His smile turned into a speculative gleam. “I like creativity, but only in the bedroom or my library. Come,” he beckoned her forward. “Let me get a good look at you.”
Moving backward, when she found the opening of the doorway she leapt through the door hoping he could not follow her. ”Look Lord Waring,” she said with as much bravado as she could muster, “You are now in my world, in my aunt’s house. If I were you, I would go back through that tiny door you came through and re-enter that book. Jennifer would be so disappointed if the hero was missing from her favorite novel.”
“So, I am the hero. My mother would be so proud.” He took another step forward.
“If you step through this doorway you will cease to exist,” she cried. He stopped momentarily. “You can only exist in the library.” She anxiously looked for anything that might stop him from doing something stupid. “Look. The title of your book is called Betrayed. Look for it. Read it. Then, I think, you will understand.” Or at least I hope so, she thought to herself.
He turned around slowly and looked at the books. Then his eyes fell on the far corner of the room. “Where is the fireplace?”
“I don’t know. Must have gotten boarded up at some point over the years.”
Frowning, he turned back to her. “And what year is it in your world, little Landria?” He looked and sounded so haughty she wanted to smile but felt that would be a bad idea.
With a snort of derision, he raised his left eyebrow at her. “You expect me to believe that?”
Groaning in frustration, she nodded, shaking her flashlight in front of him. “Do you have anything like this in your time?”
He stared at it, seeming to contemplate it. “We have candles.”
She clicked it off, then on. “How about now?”
“That is odd,” he admitted. “But you can snuff out a candle and then relight it. Maybe,” he mused, “you could tell me of things that have happened in my near future, your distant past.”
Grimacing, she shook her head. History was one of her worst subjects. “I was never good at… wait!” Turning on her heel, she ran out of the door and to her bedroom. She grasped her phone which sat on the table nearest to the door and then ran back up to the library. “This should do,” she called as a book came flying through the library door. “Stop that!” He just looked down his nose at her. She actually thought he was rather cute like that and shook her head to get rid of that thought. “Look,” she said turning it around so he could see the screen. “This is a cell phone. I can look up dates, my email, call my friends, anything I want really. In fact…!” she lifted it up at him, pushed the right buttons and a few seconds later, took a picture.
As the flash went off, he took a step backward in surprise. “See,” she said quickly, turning it around so he could see his face on the screen. “It takes pictures!”
For the first time, he looked shaken. “It is the year of our Lord, two thousand thirteen?” he asked uncertainly. She nodded. “Dear Lord. It has been almost three hundred years since I was last in this room. How did I…?”
“Like I said,” she said gently. It must be hard, she assumed, for a book character to come to terms with its own reality. “You never actually existed… just in the pages of a book.”
Shaken, he turned toward the bookshelves. “Would there be any way to bring a chair into this room so I had somewhere to sit while I looked for… my book?” he inquired.
“Uh, sure. Just give me a few minutes.” She dashed down the hallway, aware she was leaving him in pitch darkness, but not knowing any other way to do it. She considered grabbing a couple candles, but what if he knocked them over? The books would catch fire and the whole place would burn down. No, she decided to bring him a flashlight instead. After finding another flashlight and grabbing a sturdy kitchen chair, she wondered if he might be hungry. Of course then there was the question of what he might like to eat. She had no idea of the eating habits of the eighteenth century fictional character.
Through the Library Door
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Series: Markham Library
Romance, magic, and spanking... what could be better?
"Deep within the library there are secrets untold, hidden within the pages of the books it protects. Some say it is old magic, some say it is a curse, but they all say that once a generation, the door will open and the one who enters will live out the story in one of its novels."
18 yr old Landria expects to spend a dull summer at her aunt and uncle's house. That is until she stumbles upon a dusty, unused library and finds her way into the pages of an erotic novel. Attacked within moments of entering the story, she is rescued by the hero, Lord Nicholas Waring, who intrigues her more than she wishes. Once she finds herself back home she cannot forget him. When he follows her into her world and they fall in love, will they be forced apart by the words already written or can they rewrite their story?
Through the Library Door is the first in The Markham Library series.
The Markham Library series is about a private library belonging to the Markham family. Within this library the heroine or hero of each novella/novel finds her or himself thrust into the storyline of one of the novels it contains. The second in the series, Eclipse of Her Heart, is now available.
Where to buy:
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Paperback (Regular Print)
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Paperback (Large Print)
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