Looking for a Halloween romance? How about Frankenstein's monster?
Heart of Frankenstein
by Lexi Post
Can a monster find love?
In 1718, he was abandoned then betrayed, spurring his relentless desire for revenge against his creator, Victor Frankenstein. It is now the 21st Century, and despite his fervent wish for death, he still exists, tortured by his crimes, searching only for peace.
Angela Ellis would have frozen to death in the harsh Alaskan wilderness if not for the man who found her on an icy ledge. He calls her Angel, but has no name himself. He is kind, caring, handsome, and scarred both outside and inside. The more she learns about him, the more she wants to know…and the more she falls in love.
He is unworthy of love unless he can confess, but his secrets are buried deep and to reveal them would be to rip out his soul and lose his Angel. Unfortunately, he is given no say in the matter. Nature has a way of revealing all.
He stared at her. How long before her body warmed enough to cause her excruciating pain? He had nothing he could give her to take it away, but sleep might help. Rising, he headed back to his counter.
“Where are you going?” The panic in her voice stopped him cold.
“I’m just across the room. I’ll make you warm tea to help your body heal though it may not be the most pleasant.”
“Tea? I think a shot of whiskey would be more beneficial.”
He quickly pulled out his small herb box. Mixing valerian with hops, he poured it into the pot of birch syrup water still simmering on the wood stove. Then he retrieved the cup and emptied the cooled water into the sink. “Alcohol will hurt you in your condition.”
“It sounds like you know a lot—” she coughed.
He was beside her in an instant. “Don’t.” Laying his finger against her throat, he stroked it, ignoring the pleasant feel of her skin. “Coughing will hurt your heart.”
She swallowed against his finger. “Got it.” Her tongue came out again to lick her lips.
He tore his gaze away and pushed back the chair, uncomfortable with the desire pushing through him. He stepped to the stove and poured the liquid into his cup, small pieces of crushed herb floated within it.
As he returned to the chair, her lips lifted in a small smile. “I guess I’m lucky you found me. Do you have a name?”
“I have the tea, but don’t lift your head. Allow me to do it for you.” He tested the liquid with his finger. With his sensitivity to temperatures less than hers, he hoped he had it right.
“Okay, but when will I be able to move again?”
He lifted her head with his hand. “Tomorrow. Until then, you should try to sleep.” He pressed the lip of the cup to her lips, and she didn’t flinch, which was a good sign. Very slowly he tilted it. He pulled it back to allow her to swallow.
“That tastes weird. Is that herbal tea?”
He nodded before remembering she couldn’t see him. “Yes. It will help you sleep so you can heal, but you need to finish it all.”
She lifted her lip at that pronouncement, but as he tipped the cup again, she drank. When she’d finished it, he set it aside.
“Okay, I was a good girl and took all my medicine. Now can you tell me your name?”
He walked away and rinsed out the cup. Over his shoulder, he answered. “You need to sleep now.
“I’ll sleep if you tell me your name.”
He took a deep breath. “I don’t have one.”
Lexi Post is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of romance inspired by the classics. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe's short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to Tolstoy’s War and Peace, she's read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.
But Lexi's first love is romance novels so she married her two first loves, romance and the classics. Whether it’s dashing dukes, hot immortals, sizzling cowboys, or hunks from out of this world, Lexi provides a sensuous experience with a “whole lotta story.”
Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her two cats in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you’ll never see her without a hat.
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