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Strange Awakenings
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,283
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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"James!" Julianne exclaimed. His angry eyes whipped to her and he slowly lowered his arm. She could see the anger thrum through his body as he fought for control.
"Take my new wife to her quarters." James grumbled before stalking away into the house. She watched him until he was out of sight.
"This way, miss." Maria said softly, but Julianne jumped at her voice. She had not seen this side of James. What had her father gotten her into?
She followed Maria up the curving marble staircase. The banister was gleaming softly from the lamp glow of the hallway. The carpet whispered softly against the white soles of her shoes. It was a deep burgundy color up here. Why would the outside of the manor be so neglected when the inside was so well kept?
Maria led her to the right and down a long hallway. Only the sounds of their footsteps broke the silence. Maria led her to the tower she had noticed on her arrival. The one with the only light.
It was breathtaking, her room. The bed was a large four-poster with an elegant canopy. The oak gleamed richly in contrast to the deep blue of the satin linens. The hearth was large enough to stand in. The interior was scrubbed clean for the summer. A thick cream rug lay before it, welcoming one to relax before the fire.
The maid bobbed a quick curtsy and scrambled off into the darkness of the hallway. Julianne stood uncertainly where she was. The rest of the furniture displayed openly that this was a man's domain. Thick, dark oak and smooth leather. The dresser top held a wallet and ashtray, along with a decanter of dark liquid. Was she to reside with her husband?
The fatigue washed over her from her long day. Her gown clung to her skin. James had said that these were her quarters. She stepped behind a screen where cool water waited in an elegant vase. She stripped to her chemise and washed with pleasure. The water soothed her sticky skin, washing away the humidity of the day.
She yawned with a shiver of fatigue. She stepped from behind the screen and moved to the bed. As she reached for the coverlet, she felt a tingle of awareness race up her spine. She froze mid-motion and her breath caught in fear. She turned slowly to the door. Her breath hitched and the sight before her.
A man stood there, rugged and lean. He stared at her with rich, dark eyes. Thick brown hair tumbled in disarray across his brow. His wide shoulders lifted with his gasp of breath. Muscular arms twitched when he clenched his hands to fists.
Julianne's heart thundered in her chest. She trembled. She gasped for air suddenly remembering her state of undress. She searched frantically for something to cover herself, and finally resorted to the coverlet. As she pulled it around herself, she glanced back at the man. He hadn't moved.
"Who...who are you?" Julianne whispered. She'd meant it as a demand, but her voice would not rise above a breathy whisper.
"Take my new wife to her quarters." James grumbled before stalking away into the house. She watched him until he was out of sight.
"This way, miss." Maria said softly, but Julianne jumped at her voice. She had not seen this side of James. What had her father gotten her into?
She followed Maria up the curving marble staircase. The banister was gleaming softly from the lamp glow of the hallway. The carpet whispered softly against the white soles of her shoes. It was a deep burgundy color up here. Why would the outside of the manor be so neglected when the inside was so well kept?
Maria led her to the right and down a long hallway. Only the sounds of their footsteps broke the silence. Maria led her to the tower she had noticed on her arrival. The one with the only light.
It was breathtaking, her room. The bed was a large four-poster with an elegant canopy. The oak gleamed richly in contrast to the deep blue of the satin linens. The hearth was large enough to stand in. The interior was scrubbed clean for the summer. A thick cream rug lay before it, welcoming one to relax before the fire.
The maid bobbed a quick curtsy and scrambled off into the darkness of the hallway. Julianne stood uncertainly where she was. The rest of the furniture displayed openly that this was a man's domain. Thick, dark oak and smooth leather. The dresser top held a wallet and ashtray, along with a decanter of dark liquid. Was she to reside with her husband?
The fatigue washed over her from her long day. Her gown clung to her skin. James had said that these were her quarters. She stepped behind a screen where cool water waited in an elegant vase. She stripped to her chemise and washed with pleasure. The water soothed her sticky skin, washing away the humidity of the day.
She yawned with a shiver of fatigue. She stepped from behind the screen and moved to the bed. As she reached for the coverlet, she felt a tingle of awareness race up her spine. She froze mid-motion and her breath caught in fear. She turned slowly to the door. Her breath hitched and the sight before her.
A man stood there, rugged and lean. He stared at her with rich, dark eyes. Thick brown hair tumbled in disarray across his brow. His wide shoulders lifted with his gasp of breath. Muscular arms twitched when he clenched his hands to fists.
Julianne's heart thundered in her chest. She trembled. She gasped for air suddenly remembering her state of undress. She searched frantically for something to cover herself, and finally resorted to the coverlet. As she pulled it around herself, she glanced back at the man. He hadn't moved.
"Who...who are you?" Julianne whispered. She'd meant it as a demand, but her voice would not rise above a breathy whisper.