Paranormal Romance
Date Published: May 13, 2025
Publisher: Global Entanglement
Sometimes “happily ever after” takes more than one…err, two lifetimes…
The stunning second book in the Arcanum series, channeled through the tarot by noted intuitive Kelly O’Hearn.
Parfumier Sarah Fuller is in Provence, France, pursuing an unexpected obsession to an ancient flower: the rose. If she can channel all the sensuality, longing, and past-life vibes that she’s feeling for a near-stranger, maybe she can create her next best-selling perfume—and get her marriage back on track.
Sarah’s NYC penthouse, Hamptons weekends, high-profile career, and picture-perfect family seem like they belong on a magazine cover. How ironic that a Vogue editor is about to dash her dreams! Plus, she’s squabbling with her best friend, hypnosis therapy is making life worse, and her psychic is baffled by her sudden nightmares. All Sarah can do is hope that her visions of a medieval French maiden with supernatural powers will somehow bring her back to herself.
Time travel, soul mates, good versus evil: this sexy romance novel has it all . . . and the tale is far from over.
The Arcanum series is best enjoyed in order:
Book One: In the Temple Shadows
Book Two: Whispers in the Forest
Excerpt:
PROLOGUE
Forest of Château de Fontainebleau, France, 1532
Hooves pounded as the carriage hurtled out the chateau gate and into the dense forest. The carriage was traveling at breakneck speed, swaying precariously as it careened around sharp corners, dodging the mighty oaks and pine trees that Sari knew so well.
Despite the risk, Sari, dressed in a midnight-blue woolen dress and cloak, lifted the panel of the secret compartment in the carriage floor. She gripped the sides and gingerly raised herself into the cab, her eyes just high enough to peer out the window and see the chateau, her home of the past three years, fade away behind her into the darkness until it disappeared. She knew she was being reckless, but she couldn't help herself. She would never see this place again. She prayed that the starless night would protect them.
Sari turned to Marc, crouched in a ball on the floor of the carriage, a rough-spun tunic stretched across his enormous frame. How could such a large man make himself so invisible? But then again, Marc had always had the gift of hiding in plain sight. It was one of the reasons she’d been drawn to him so many months ago.
Prince Marc, born to aristocracy and privilege, was as handsome as he was strong. He looked like a giant in the court because of his height and powerful build. Too bad his intelligence didn’t impress with the same strength. King François, Marc’s father, had cursed him as an idiot and cast him to the side in disgrace.
As Sari had begun to befriend the dishonored prince, she’d noticed that he might not have the intellect of a scholar or a scientist but was smarter than he let on. And as their friendship started to grow and solidify, Sari discovered that he had an extraordinary memory. It was the most remarkable thing she had ever witnessed. Marc could look at something for just a few moments and have perfect recall of it forever. That had most certainly been invaluable during the many months of planning this escape.
As Sari gazed at her friend, she reflected on how they’d bonded over a mutual desire to disappear. They both yearned for privacy and quiet and simplicity—the opposite of the constant public demands of life at court. Marc had literally saved her life; he was the only true connection she’d made since the fateful day when she first arrived to take her place as a courtesan to King François. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that she’d be escaping three years later to brave the unknown and fight her way to freedom.
Sari was jolted from her reverie when the coach hit a deep rut, threatening to splinter it into pieces.
“My god,” Sari cried, “this is intolerable. We are never going to make it in this ridiculous excuse of a carriage. It’s older than I am.”
Marc placed a hand on her knee. “You must stay perfectly quiet,” he whispered coarsely. “You were made fully aware of the nature of our transportation. You’d better get used to it, as we’ll be cramped in here for several days.
“Besides, Pascal is supposedly one of the best smugglers in the region. He knows all the secret routes through the forest. He wouldn’t risk his personal coach, regardless of how much we paid him to get us to Le Havre.
“Now crouch down on the floor with me so this journey doesn’t end before it has even begun.”
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