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The Beautiful and the Cursed

Page Morgan
"A compelling gothic romance set in Victorian Paris"
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A compelling gothic romance set in Victorian Paris

Ingrid Waverly is a young woman to be reckoned with. Faced with her brother’s mysterious disappearance after an abrupt move to Paris, she is determined to discover what has happened to him. Soon she and her sister Gabriella are drawn into a Parisian underworld more terrifying than they could ever have imagined, but watching over them are two impossible (and impossibly handsome) young men. Luc is a ‘Dispossessed’, an ancient gargoyle whose sworn duty it is to protect the humans who inhabit his abbey. Nolan has secrets of his own too. He is a member of the Alliance – a shadowy group dedicated to keeping Paris safe from the demonic forces that threaten to destroy it.

Secrets, danger and hidden powers stalk the girls in this beautifully imagined paranormal romance that will keep readers gripped from beginning to end – and one thing is for sure – you’ll never look at a gargoyle in the same way again…

Publication Date: Thu 2 May 2013
ISBN Paperback: 9781471401060
ISBN Ebook: 9781471401077

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Page Morgan

Page Morgan has been fascinated with 'les grotesques' ever since she came across an old, black-and-white photograph of a Notre Dame gargoyle keeping watch over the city of Paris. The gargoyle mythologies she went on to research fed her imagination, and she became inspired to piece together her own story and mythology for these remarkably complex stone effigies. Page lives in New England with her husband and their three children, and is managed by Upstart Crow, the team behind the phenomenally successful FALLEN series by Lauren Kate. Follow Page on Twitter: @PageMorganBooks

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The candlelight threw shadows over his face. He was scowling at her, yet again. She didn't understand why. It wasn't as though she'd called on him for help. "I'll tell you how I know of the bite, but only if you promise me two things," he said. "It depends on what the two things are." She was far too prudent to blindly jump into a promise. Luc stepped toward her. She felt heat radiating from his body. "Don't scream." Her pulse skipped. Would she have a reason to? Luc's glare softened. "And don't run away." He licked his lips, and for the first time Ingrid saw a trace of vulnerability. "Don't run away from me." Ingrid puzzled over his conditions. Not to scream, not to run away from him. These things should have frightened her, and they did. Partly. But Ingrid was too curious to do anything other than nod. Luc moved backward and left the circle of flickering candlelight. "Where are you going?" Ingrid asked, panicked as her brother's voice once again phantomed through the abbey. "Ignore it. Stay where you are," Luc quickly said. Ingrid's bare feet throbbed as she stood on a square of tile. The dull ache of the cold seeped up her ankles and through her bones. She had to get warm. "Would you please just tell me what you're doing? I'm freezing," she said, impatient for the rectory, for her slippers, a fire, and a heavy blanket. Luc didn't answer. Instead, something crept forward into the ever-changing light of the prayer candles. Ingrid's throat dammed up as the obsidian-winged gargoyle-her gargoyle-edged into the space Luc had just abandoned.