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Excerpt Spotlight: Eyes of the Tiger by Patricia Rosemoor + giveaway


Eyes of the Tiger 
by Patricia Rosemoor
April 19th, 2018
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Jewelry designer Gemma Hewitt has a gift. Gems and jewelry speak to her, which inspires her designs, and also sends her on dark adventures across the globe as she seeks out historic pieces. After her mother is brutally murdered, Gemma inherits her famed jeweled collar, which she hopes will lead her to see the face of her mother’s killer and bring him to justice. Instead, she’s thrown back to 1901 India where she sees the young woman about to be married with a pendant that matches her jeweled collar. When she’s hired to find the entire bridal suite, she hopes she can use the jewels to save her family’s fortune. Can she trust the handsome, enigmatic man who promises to help her on her quest, or is he the one she should be running from?

British reporter/photographer Raj Sinclair wants the bridal suite for his own reasons. Attracted to Gemma, he senses a connection with her as if he’s known her for a very long time. When danger stalks her, he will do anything to protect her.

The treasure hunt takes them to cities from the US to Britain to France, ending in India where the bridal suite is finally rejoined… and three reincarnated souls get another chance to make things right.



EXCERPT:
Washington, DC
Finished with breakfast at a nearby café, Raj decided to return to the suite to freshen up and decide what else he could do before Gemma made that call to meet at the museum. He was surprised to learn she had gotten back to the hotel before him.

More surprised to hear her agonized wail as he opened the suite door.

“Gemma, what’s…”

His question died on his lips as he entered the living area, swinging the door shut behind him. Gemma was in the middle of the room, not standing, but crouching, arms up, as if trying to hold onto something invisible. Sobbing as if her heart would break.

He moved to her side, softly saying, “Hey, Gemma.”

She didn’t seem to hear him. Didn’t seem to know he was there. Words tore from her between sobs. Foreign. Hindi. He recognized the language from his childhood, even if he no longer understood what she was saying.

What in the world was happening to her?

She was wearing the hathphool…

He wanted to pull her up into his arms, but he feared that might panic her. So he crouched next to her, murmuring, “It’s okay, Gemma. I’m here now. You can talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.”

Somewhere in the middle of his coaxing, her sobs quieted and she seemed to regain presence. Looking at him through tear-swollen eyes, she focused and appeared a bit shocked to see him.

“Raj?”

Nodding, he stood. “C’mon, let me help you up.”

Taking the hand he offered, she wobbled to her feet but couldn’t look at him. He could almost hear her mind flying, searching for the one explanation he would believe. He led her to an upholstered chair, found a box of tissues and offered them to her. She grabbed a handful and mopped her face.

“Do you want to tell me what that was about?”

She didn’t hesitate. “No.”

“You weren’t yourself.”

She sat frozen, again not looking at him.

“You were very distressed. Not only crying but saying something that sounded like your heart was breaking.”

Finally, she asked, “What did I say?”

“Beats me. I’ve long forgotten much of the Hindi my grandfather taught me. You have no idea?”

“Not that I was speaking Hindi.”

“Tell me, Gemma. What’s going on with you?” He flicked a look at her hand. “Was it the hathphool? Does it have some mysterious power, as legend claims? Did it make you see something that upset you so?”

He didn’t think she was going to answer him. She removed the jewels from around her wrist, pulled off the ring, then looked around the room until her gaze settled on a table bearing a sandalwood box similar to the one that housed the jeweled collar. She started to pull herself from the chair, but he put a hand out to stop her.

“Let me.”

He fetched the box from the table and gave it to her. Her hands shook as she replaced the hathphool on the velvet interior before snapping it closed. Without a word, she passed it back to him. Setting it where he’d found it, Raj took the chair next to hers and reached out to cover her hand with his.

“Tell me, Gemma,” he said again. “Whatever happened to you… not good. If I’m going to protect you, I need to know from what.”

“Not this. You can’t protect me from this.”

“From what?”

Her jaw clenched and unclenched. She couldn’t avoid his question any longer. Her eyes held a mixture of fear and defiance. “The past. You can’t protect me from the past.”

Raj kept himself from visibly reacting. “What past?”

“What Shardul Nair’s magic has shown me.”

Her words made him tense.

She went on. “The life of a woman who lived during the British Raj.”

He somehow kept his voice even when he asked, “What woman?”

“A maharaja’s daughter named Mayura.”

Mayura! Raj started. He should have known. Maybe he had on some level. But he still had to process it as she opened up to him, the words pouring out of her without hesitation. Each piece of the bridal suite had warned Gemma of danger awaiting her. Yet each had let her enter Mayura’s world.

A world he lived in every time he lost himself in Harry’s journal. What the hell? Everything she told him synched with what he’d read. How was this possible without some kind of supernatural force being involved?

“I don’t know how I can keep doing this—finding the other jewels and testing them for more information—but I have to,” she said. “For my mother.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Don’t you see? It’s all coming together. It’s clear the murderer wants the jewels.” Gemma retreated as if she was seeing another reality. “The jewels keep giving me glimpses… I don’t know how to describe it… maybe into his dark soul. Madam Cybil said she saw me through the eyes of the tiger, that the jewels would help me do the same so that I would know how to use my power. I didn’t believe it at the time, but now… maybe it’s possible. And somehow, this Mayura is part of the equation. I saw her with the mangalsutra that bore the jewels of the Navagraha.”

Raj’s pulse thumped, the rhythm speeding up. The mangalsutra his grandfather had passed on to him along with Harry’s journal when he’d become obsessed with it. Should he tell her now?

“I don’t know how much more I can take.”

He took a deep breath. No, not now. When she was on a more even keel.

He couldn’t think of a way to explain without Gemma’s thinking the worst of him. He hadn’t told her up front because he’d begun the treasure hunt well before she had, and he’d been determined that nothing would stop him from seeing it through.

But then the connection with Gemma… the feeling he’d known her his whole life… had thrown him.

His goal hadn’t changed, no matter how strongly he was drawn to her. But Gemma intended to sell the collection to an entertainer! How could he resolve that? Seeing the collection put back together was not only an obsession, but a matter of family honor for him. That was his priority. Somehow, he had to make this go the way it was meant to. Hopefully, he would find a time… find a way to tell her everything.

But not now.

Later, when he was certain he could make her understand.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling Author Patricia Rosemoor has written 100 novels for 8 publishers, has more than seven million books in print, and is fascinated with watching, reading and writing about "dangerous love." Patricia won a Golden Heart from Romance Writers of America and two Reviewers Choice and two Career Achievement Awards from RT BOOKreviews, and in her other life, she taught Popular Fiction and Suspense-Thriller Writing, credit courses at Columbia College Chicago.


GIVEAWAY
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10 comments:

  1. I enjoyed getting to know your book; congrats on the tour, I hope it is a fun one for you, and thanks for the chance to win :)

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  2. Jeweled collars and time travel sound neat!

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  3. I look forward to reading this one.

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  4. I really like the cover! Sounds like a great read!

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  5. I love anything to do with tigers!

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  6. Congrats on the tour and I appreciate the excerpt and the great giveaway as well. Love the tours, I get to find books and share with my sisters the ones I know they would enjoy reading and they both love to read. Thank you!

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  7. I always enjoy reading your books and this one sounds like a great story. I'll definitely be looking for it.

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  8. Eyes of the tiger sounds like an exciting read. Thank you

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  9. Sounds like an awesome read, Thanks!

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  10. I would like to give thanks for all your really great writings, including Eyes of the Tiger. I wish the best in keeping up the good work in the future.

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