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Poisonous Whispers!

Poisonous Whispers

A Fantasy Romance Novel

By Jana Begovic

Publisher: Roane Publishing

Release Date: December 5, 2016

Keywords: Fantasy, Romance, Saga, Reincarnation, Destiny, Betrayal, Past lives, Passion

“Don’t you ever forget about me...,” he whispers during their secret encounters. Like a curse, these simple words now haunt Leandra, a reputable psychiatrist, who finds herself in emotional chaos after the sudden breakup of her illicit affair. Unable to heal on her own and tormented by dreams in which supernatural forces create havoc with her fate, she desperately turns to David, a colleague psychiatrist, asking him to take her through past-life regression therapy. She hopes that this unorthodox and somewhat suspect technique will explain her profound connection to the lover who has abandoned her so abruptly.

The sessions take Leandra through 17th and 19th century Ireland, Italy and England, where love, loss and betrayal are the leitmotifs in an ambiance of co-mingled fantasy and reality. In her hypnotic state, Leandra recounts a saga of intoxicating love, dizzying passion, flaming lust and profound heartbreak. Despite the painful answers she finds under hypnosis, Leandra still cannot let go of the hope to reunite with her lover. Ultimately, the shattering revelations from her past-life incarnations, along with the turmoil over her ruined marriage, become the stepping stones of her introspective path to healing, self-discovery and an appreciation of true love.

With its seamlessly interwoven sub-plots, “Poisonous Whispers” lures the reader from one continent to another, from past to present. The affair at the center of the story is an anatomy of the heart in which the heroine’s sorrow-laced journey reflects the universal themes of love and loss.

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT!!

Under weak candlelight, I notice tiny rivulets of blood trickle down from the scratch on his shoulder. At the same time, he takes my right hand and looks at my palm, which is injured from the brambles. Gently, I lick the blood off his wound, tasting its metallic saltiness and feeling that by tasting his blood, I have now captured a part of him for eternity. I shudder as I feel his tongue remove the blood from my palm. He raises his eyes and I see soft candlelight playing in them. His gaze is becoming more and more intense, its heat boring into my soul. Searching for each other's souls, we are finding hidden paths behind each other’s thoughts, treading into the uncharted territory of each other’s pure being and consciousness. Just as portals to our souls open and our energies touch and fuse into one, a bolt of lightning illuminates the room and colors it with a supernaturally blinding white, and the sky seems to split in two and tumble down to earth in thunderous fury.

            At that epiphany of feeling no fear, but perfect tranquility, we are flooded by sudden and wordless knowledge. We read the same message in each other’s eyes: “Only now do I know, I have always known you. Only now do I know, I have loved you before. I just know not when….”

            As quickly as it began, the storm dies down with what sounds like a loud sigh of exhaustion. We open windows to let the fresh scent of rain permeate the room. There is firewood in the fireplace in the corner of the room, and because we feel a slight chill on our skin, Kieran starts a fire using the candle flame. He is still naked, but I have put on the nightgown even though it is a bit damp. As the fire crackles and warms the room, we can see its reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall.

            I have always been bewitched by the mirror’s beauty. My husband told me it was his mother who received it as a gift from a suitor. No one knows where he bought it. My mother-in-law fell in love with the mirror, but not with the suitor. When they found his dead body in a meadow, and could see no marks of any harm done to him, people concluded he had died from a broken heart. Some visitors to this house have said that in this mirror a man’s reflection appeared, a reflection of deepest sorrow.

            The mirror is not hanging but leaning against the wall, and its height almost reaches the ceiling. It has a huge, ornate gilded frame and a crest on the top featuring leaves and flowers about which tiny fairies and dragonflies flutter, or sleep between the petals. An oversized, blue velvet armchair stands in front of the mirror. As the room is rather small, the fireplace light illuminates the mirror with an intensely warm glow. Flames dance seductively in the mirror, creating an illusion of another world behind it. Kieran and I exchange glances and we both let out a soft moan. Our love is still in that early stage when one look is sufficient to ignite an instantaneous flaming desire. His eyes are dark crystals infused with love and wanting. I quiver with desire as he clasps me in his embrace.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

As far back as she can remember, Jana has been fascinated by storytelling and intoxicated with the written word. As a young child, she began spinning stories, talking to an imaginary friend and devouring fairy tales. As a teenager, she wrote maudlin love poetry; and as a young mother, a collection of fables. Her love of reading and writing drove her to study languages and literature, resulting in B.A. degrees in English and German Languages and Literature, an M.A. Degree in Literary Studies, as well as a B.Ed. Degree in English and Dramatic Arts. She works for the Government of Canada in the field of military language training and testing and her work, as a subject matter expert, has taken her all over the world. She was born in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina but has lived in Canada since 1991.

“Poisonous Whispers” is her debut novel. Currently, she is working on her second novel, as well as a collection of short stories.

She lives in Ottawa, Ontario with her husband.s so much in advance.

Jana

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