Sunrise Over Brasov by Stephanie Burkhart *Review and Giveaway
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Sunrise Over Brasov
by Stephanie Burkhart
Rosa Getzi lives a life of intrigue at Poiana Brasov with Clement, a werewolf, and Cassandra, the witch. Her past doesn’t matter to her – until she discovers what it holds.
Prince Michael Sigmaringen joins his sister-in-law, Caroline, and the vampire prince, Darius, in a daring rescue, igniting Rosa’s desire to find her family. However, all is not as it appears. Rickard, Rosa’s friend, escapes with her. Clement will go to any lengths to get Rosa and Rickard back.
At Darius’ fortress, Michael soon discovers Rickard is a new breed of werewolf – one who can control the change, and Clement hopes to exploit Rickard’s abilities.
Michael’s courage, strengths, and convictions will be tested like never before. Can Michael and Rosa find true happiness and the rid the lupine haunting of the Sigmaringens once and for all?
Some inner voice encouraged her to leave with him. It was the right thing to do. “Turn
around,” she said quietly. “Why?”
“So I can change.”
“I don’t trust you.” His reply was quick. “Leave your chemise on.” He walked to the window and glanced outside, then checked his pocket watch.
Rosa figured that was the most privacy he was willing to afford her and unfastened her robe. Quickly, she stepped into the winter dress without putting on a corset. “I need you to lace up the back.”
Michael approached and tied up the stays with familiar ease. There was that word again — familiar. Rosa shivered. What did it mean? How was he familiar when she couldn’t recall seeing him before? She found her boots and slid them on. They were lined with fur and went up to her knees. She couldn’t articulate her compliance, but could say an instinctual desire drove her to do his bidding. Yes, there were clues, but no easy answers.
He was a witch, like her. She responded to his kiss, enjoying it far too much, though she wouldn’t admit that to him. He hadn’t hurt her, and he knew her mother. The thought of finding her mother filled her with a sense of comfort. In all honesty, Rosa, however, couldn’t remember her life before coming to Poiana Brasov, but she hated to think that Clement and Cassandra, who had been so kind to her, had deceived her. Rosa wouldn’t deny her instincts and decided to follow the clues. When there was a minute, she intended to get her answers from Michael.
Her boots secure, she slid her arms into her winter coat. Michael grabbed a scarf and gloves from a shelf in her closet, presenting them to her. His face betrayed nothing — not one hint of pleasure or dissatisfaction. Instead, he grabbed her gloved hand and led her out of the room.
Rosa noticed the noise continued outside of the fortress. Just on the other side of her door, Andrei lay crumpled on the ground. His chest rose and fell. Thank Corvinus he appeared to be sleeping.
Michael moved with unnatural speed. His grasp on her hand was tight, tugging her behind him. They proceeded down the hall toward the servants’ staircase.
The inner fortress remained quiet. Several candles in wall sconces had burnt down to the stubs, casting long, inky shadows over the stone walls.
Reaching the staircase, Rosa paused. “I need to check on Rickard.”
“There’s no time. We delayed too long as it is.” Michael dragged her down the stairs.
Rosa bolted upright. “No!”
Michael’s eyes snapped open and he raced to her side. “What’s wrong?”
“It was just a dream.” Her voice faded away. Sweat beaded on her brow and her body
trembled. It must have been a disturbing dream if it affected her like this. The need to comfort her outweighed his common sense to put distance between them and he placed a hand on her shoulder.
“What was it about?” he asked.
She turned to face him, confusion splaying across her lovely features.
“I was in my room sketching and Rickard came in–”
Michael scowled and removed his hand. “Did he hurt you?”
“No. He was talking about Cassandra.”
Michael drew in a breath to calm his displeasure. He hated to hear Rickard’s name on her
lips. Every time she mentioned him, that arrow in his heart twisted deeper. “What did he say?”
“Cassandra asked him questions about the wolf who made him, but Rickard couldn’t answer them all. His memory had holes — pieces of time he couldn’t remember.”
“I’m not surprised.”
She wrapped her arms around herself. “He was given anise, wasn’t he?”
She exhaled, striking a vulnerable pose. Her usually focused eyes stared at the wall. Michael grabbed a fresh log and threw it onto the fire. He poked at the burning wood with a stick.
“What did you do at the fortress?”
“I had lessons with Cassandra in the morning. In the afternoon, Lucien or one of the
guards would escort me into Brasov proper–”
“I’m surprised Clement allowed you to leave.”
“I never felt like I was a hostage.”
Michael raised an eyebrow. Was she a prisoner or not? “What did you do when you went to the city?”
“I usually visited the St. Nickolas Church. They have an extensive library with a comprehensive section on witchcraft and werewolf legends. I spent an hour or two studying certain books, reading newspapers, and taking notes.”
“You were a researcher?”
“I guess you could say that. I also went shopping for personal items.”
Michael reached over, removed another apple from his food satchel, and offered it to her,
recalling she hadn’t finished the previous one.
Rosa slid her fingers next to his and a familiar pulse traveled up his arm. She affected
him even now. He jerked his hand away, but the pleasure from her touch lingered. A quiet moment passed between them. Finally, he reached over and placed his thumb on her chin. Some instinctual force inside him told him she needed this. Their eyes found each other. A spark passed over her expression. Did she recall something?
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Author Bio: Stephanie Burkhart is a 911 dispatcher for LAPD. She was born and raised in Manchester, New Hampshire. After serving 11 years in the US Army she currently calls Castaic, California her home. Stephanie was married in Denmark in 1991 and has two young sons. She adores chocolate, is addicted to coffee and enjoys early morning walks. She’s also an assistant den leader for her son’s Cub Scout den and is a Boy Scout mom. She writes paranormal, contemporary, and steampunk romance and has two children’s books published with 4RV Publishing.
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