I wasn’t entirely sure who had written those words, but I felt confident they hadn’t been written by a vampire. “I just don’t want you to end up sad and lonely.”
“Lucy, I have a long, long time ahead of me. Shall I tell you the secret to living a long life?”
“Yes, please.” Not that I had any interest in becoming one of the undead, but I was curious how they coped in a world that was pretty much controlled by those of us with a lifespan we could count on being less than a century.
“It’s the same as how anyone should spend their life successfully. It’s taking one day at a time. This very popular notion of living in the moment was discovered long ago and is still the best way I know to find happiness. I don’t look at you and think of sixty years ahead. There will be challenges ahead, and we’ll face them together. I look at you and see the woman I want to be with for as long as we have.”
I’d had a few romantic speeches made to me in my life, but nothing could ever come close to that.
“I need time to think,” I said. It was all I could manage.
He smiled wryly down at me. “I have plenty of that.” We were nearly at my shop. I’d left a light burning in my flat, and the streetlight illuminated the doorway. Rafe said, “There are some very eager vampires who want to hear all about tonight.”
I nodded. “And they deserve it. I’ll just run up and get my knitting.”
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Diamonds and Daggers
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Excerpt from Chapter 1
“Lucy, I have decided to make you the beneficiary of my estate,” Sylvia announced with drama. Of course, having been a famous stage and screen actress in the silent era, Sylvia was always big on drama.
She had come to visit me in my Oxford flat, above Cardinal Woolsey’s Knitting and Yarn shop and she was alone, which was odd. Normally she and my grandmother were inseparable. She looked at me expectantly but I wasn’t sure how to react. Sylvia was a vampire so chances were that I, a mere mortal, was going to be pushing up daisies for centuries while she was still enjoying her wealth.
I sensed there was more going on here than a desire to put her affairs in order. However, I didn’t want to appear rude, so I said, “Thank you.”
There was a pause. She seemed to expect more. “I’m worth a great deal, you know. My jewels alone are worth a small fortune.” Her lips curved in a smile. “Perhaps not so small.”
I really didn’t want to play games with Sylvia. She always won. So I said, “Unless there’s something I don’t know, you’ll be wearing your jewels long after I’m gone.”
“One never knows,” she said vaguely. And then suddenly shifted in her chair, “Oh, all right. I need your help.”
Nyx came in the window, sniffed at Sylvia’s ankles and jumped onto my lap where I sat across from Sylvia on the couch. I was happy to have my familiar close while the glamorous vampire explained whatever favor she wanted.
“It’s quite simple, really. A film company is remaking The Professor’s Wife, one of my most famous films.”
I knew this and she’d been furious when she found out. Now she seemed to have changed her tune. “Okay,” I said cautiously.
“The company contacted my estate’s lawyer, Bertram Winthrop.”
Her estate’s lawyer. “Is he…?”
“Undead? Oh, yes. I never do business with daywalkers. Too temporary.”
“Right.”
“Bertram tells me they want to pay homage to the original. They want to recreate the set of jewels used in the film.”
“What jewels?”
She chuckled softly. “Cartier designed a unique set for me to wear in the movie and in the terms of my contract, I was able to keep them.”
“Cartier designed jewelry especially for you.”
“Of course. He was a good friend. I was paid in those jewels. The diamonds were flawless, the emeralds remarkable in color and the design is pure deco.”
“Wow. That was quite the paycheck.”
“I want you to wear them.”
Suddenly I felt like there wasn’t enough air in the room. “You want me to wear a priceless set of diamonds and emeralds? Where?”
“To London. You’re to meet with the producers as my beneficiary, representing my estate.”
“London?” I felt faint. There were millions of people in London and who knew how many of those were jewel thieves. “Are the jewels insured?”
“How does one insure that which is priceless?” She let that hang in the air for a moment and then said, “Don’t lose them.”
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The Great Witches Baking Show
© 2020 Nancy Warren
Excerpt from Prologue
Elspeth Peach could not have conjured a more beautiful day. Broomewode Hall glowed in the spring sunshine. The golden Cotswolds stone manor house was a Georgian masterpiece, and its symmetrical windows winked at her as though it knew her secrets and promised to keep them. Green
