The Curse of the Templars,
When archaeologist Chloe Broussard accepts the contract to
lead a dig in Ornes, France, she has no idea she will uncover Veronica’s Veil.
When she does, she discovers a danger far greater than the demons that stalk
her in the night. Azazel wants her, as well as the Veronica, and his chosen
minion is her brother. Her hope lies with immortal Templar Knight, Lucan. Her
life depends on oaths she knows nothing about.
For countless centuries, Lucan of Seacourt has lived with
the knowledge that his brother killed their family. Now, as Azazel’s darkness
eats away at his soul, old betrayal stirs suspicion. He trusts no one. Not even
the seraph who can heal his dying spirit.
With the fate of the Almighty hanging in the balance, Lucan
must find faith in something more terrifying than the dark lord’s creations. He
must learn to believe his heart.
“No,” she answered in a strained
whisper. Tugging her hands free, she grabbed at her courage. She shook her head
and added in a stronger voice, “No, Lucan. You just usurped my authority with
my student. Despite your assurances you trust my intentions, you insulted me
nonetheless.” Pulling on her coat, she took a deep breath and attempted a final
blow that would forever terminate any thought of a less than professional
involvement. “No dinner tonight, no dinner tomorrow. No dinner ever.”
She lifted her hand to silence
his protest. “I don’t want to hear it. You just kissed me without my
permission. Consider yourself lucky I’m not planning on turning you in for
Taking two purposeful steps
toward the door, she glanced over her shoulder and met his frown with courage
she didn’t feel. “Now, you have my relic in your vehicle. As long as we
are here, I’m in charge of its
care. You can either transfer it to the Mercedes, or you can take me back to
the hotel.” She zipped her coat with more effort than necessary, nearly
catching her chin. “When we do get there, that golden trunk is going in the
safe in my room. Because, quite frankly, I don’t trust you.”
The widening of his eyes told
her he hadn’t expected that remark. But Lucan refrained from comment and merely
gestured at the door, inviting her to exit first. She pushed it open and
stepped onto the snow-covered steps. When he exited behind her, she tugged her
keys out and locked the double-wide. “So, what’s it going to be?”
To her complete surprise,
despite her lecture seconds earlier, he grabbed her by the hand and twined his
fingers through hers. “Caradoc and I shall drive you.”
She scowled at their locked
palms. Tugging, she attempted to break free from his possessive hold.
He held fast.
She pulled harder. “I don’t want
to hold your hand, Lucan. Turn me loose.”
As his boot crunched into a
newly formed mound of snow, he came to an abrupt halt and swiveled around as if
she’d called him out. “If you are not careful, milady, you will force me to
prove just how false your words are by kissing you without your permission once
Shocked, Chloe gasped. She
opened her mouth, but words failed her. What the hell? Surely she hadn’t heard
him right. He hadn’t just announced he’d assault her again.
A strange, completely
unacceptable thrill slid through her veins. The first kiss had been so damnably
nice. A second . . .
She stopped the thought by
clamping her teeth into the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. Good
grief, what was the matter with her? She was starting to resemble the foolish
“Do it and I’ll—” The threat
stopped on the tip of her tongue as Lucan’s gaze flared with annoyance.
“You shall what?”
About the Author:
Building on a background of fantasy game design, a
fascination with history, and a lifetime love of books, Award-Winning Author
Claire Ashgrove brings to life action-filled, passionate journeys of the heart.
Her first contemporary novel, Seduction’s Stakes, sold to The Wild Rose Press
in 2008, where she continues to write for the Champagne and Black Rose lines.
Adding to these critically acclaimed romances, Claire’s paranormal series, The
Curse of the Templars (Tor), marries the history of the Knights Templar with
the chilling aspirations of the most unholy–a must-read for speculative
fiction fans. Her books have received multiple nominations for “Best
Romance of the Year” awards as well as placements within a variety of
contests, including the rigorous, Reader’s Crown Awards, where Immortal Hope
was named Best Paranormal Romance of 2011. For those who prefer the more erotic
side of life, she also writes darkly arousing espionage novels for Berkley as
the National Bestselling Author Tori St. Claire.
She is an active member of Romance Writers of
America, and her local RWA chapters, Heartland Romance Authors, Midwest Romance
Writers, and North Texas Romance Writers of America.
Claire lives in Missouri with her two young sons
and too-many horses, cats, and dogs. In her “free” time, she enjoys
cooking, studying Ancient Civilizations, and spending downtime with her
children and the critters. She credits her success to her family’s constant
support and endless patience.