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Authors: Marina Myles

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As content as a cat, she pulled him close. His pulse was stammering; she could feel it. And his heart drummed uncontrollably.
“You’re my everything,” he whispered against her collarbone.
“I love you so much,” she whispered back.
They lay in each other’s arms for hours. Outside, the sparkling snow whipped around the trees in aimless swirls . . . in as much of a hurry to stop as Karina and Constantin were to leave one another’s side.
Sensing that it was past midnight, Karina stroked his hair and muttered softly, “It’s Christmas Day.”
“Merry Christmas,” he said with a smile.
She laughed. “We may not celebrate the holiday, but the most incredible things seem to happen to us around this time of year.”
He flung his eyes wide. “You’re right. It should be our anniversary, of sorts.” Pausing, he ran the tip of his finger over her lips. “What can I get you for Christmas, Karina Petri?”
With a toss of her wild, black hair, she shook her head. “I already have the perfect gift.”
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Do you think Karina Petri’s magic ring helped her gain Constantin Stoica’s love? Not a chance! Because the ring merely prompted his temporary transformation into a wolf, Constantin came to his senses on his own. Of course, Karina’s fiery ways didn’t make it easy for him!
When I decided to base this novella on the Brothers Grimm’s Hansel and Gretel fairy tale, the dark and unsettling story inspired me to go outside my proverbial “character” box and create a
femme fatale
heroine. Karina Petri, who stirs up trouble without really trying, represents everything womanly, seductive, and mysterious. Her one weakness? Her true love’s touch.
In continuing the Hansel and Gretel theme, it was fun making Constantin more scrumptious than any bonbon on the gingerbread house! (As these passionate Gypsies discovered, sometimes it’s rewarding to give into temptation!) Even more fun was straying from the classic fairy tale to make the witch the heroine of the story.
For those readers who wrote to me wanting more of Draven and Isabella (my hero and heroine from
Beauty and the Wolf
, The Cursed Princes #1)—thank you! I had a ball giving you a glimpse at this couple’s first Christmas together . . . complete with holiday chaos, an intruding Gypsy, and a bewitching elixir. I didn’t think you’d expect anything less at Thorncliff Towers.
Please look for
Cinderella and the Ghost
(The Cursed Princes #4), coming February 2015.
CINDERELLA AND THE GHOST
 
A stroke of paint and a stroke of luck. Will
they come together to create magic at the
stroke of midnight?
 
Please turn the page for a sneak peek at
Marina Myles’s twist on the world’s most
beloved fairy tale.
1
Present day
 
A
mong the inky midnight shadows, Jean-Daniel Girard, formerly the Viscount de Maincy, stirred inside his portrait. It was stifling inside the two-dimensional painting, but it wasn’t the stuffiness that made him want to escape. Instead, the profound sense of change Jean-Daniel felt inside his beloved home was prompting him to emerge tonight.
Peering through the darkness, he materialized from the life-sized painting as easily as water flows from a faucet.
Even though I’m dead, I usually come alive at night.
He would have laughed aloud at the joke if he weren’t a ghost. That was the kind of man he’d been, over three hundred years ago. Blithe sense of humor. Carefree demeanor. Lover of life and all it had to offer.
Now, of course, Girard was nothing more than a spirit doomed to haunt his former château. Since 1703, he’d been floating around the sprawling grounds and vast rooms of Château de Maincy. Trapped inside the perimeters of the dilapidated estate, he was the specter of a man who’d suffered a tragic death. And as a phantom, Jean-Daniel could hardly believe he’d been dead that long.
At least I’ve had plenty of time to play my favorite game: hide-n-shriek.
He laughed inwardly at that one. Who says you can’t take your sense of humor with you?
Mouth quirking, he turned and looked back at his painted image
.
The so-called “masterpiece” showed him posed in front of Château de Maincy, garbed in early eighteenth-century attire.
God.
He hated the solemn expression plastered across his face.
In his defense, who wouldn’t have dropped their smile after countless days of posing?
As a strange ripple of energy filtered around the drawing room, he touched his powdered wig.
Damn ugly thing.
The only time he’d worn a periwig was when he sat for the portrait.
Irritating fellow, that painter. Had to get every detail right
.
Now, Jean-Daniel was stuck with the unsightly headpiece forever.
Fastening his hands on his hips, he let his eyes rove over the “masterpiece” again. Temperamental artist Michél LeBeau had certainly captured the sun-bathed landscape of Maincy with precision. And the contrast between the gray hues of the palace and the colorful, arching trees was spot-on. The artist had even portrayed the essence of Jean-Daniel’s impeccable upbringing.
Yet he’d failed to depict Jean-Daniel’s soul.
Since then, Jean-Daniel winced at the comments people muttered when they passed Michél’s painting. “My goodness! What a dire-looking fellow that viscount is!” Or, “His portrait makes me so sad.”
Truth be told, Jean-Daniel had been anything but solemn and morose during his time as France’s distant heir to the throne. Instead, he’d been the epitome of a lighthearted bachelor, sweeping women off their feet . . . disappearing for weeks at a time to indulge in feasts filled with wine, dancing, and pleasure.
Those were the days.
Grinning, his stare landed on the brown and white hound dog that sat at his feet inside the portrait. Jean-Daniel gave a loud whistle. Rémy stirred, stretched, and then emerged in ghostly form outside the painting.
“Good boy!” He gave the dog an enthusiastic pat before he crouched and scratched the animal behind both ears. “Thank God I have you to keep me company.”
Rémy lifted a paw as if to say, “It’s just you and me, master.”
Jean-Daniel raised a brow. “You seem anxious tonight, boy.”
Rémy whimpered.
“I know,” Jean-Daniel said as he glanced around. “I feel it, too. The lady from the management company set off this strange energy when she came here yesterday. She hasn’t been around in a while, and I think she’s readying the house for a new owner. I sense it in my bones. If I had bones, that is.”
Rémy let his tongue hang out in an amused pant.
Jean-Daniel stood. “Do you think the new owner is
her
?”
The dog let out a firm “yap.”
“If it is, my heart will finally mend.” He exhaled. “And maybe we’ll be released from this Purgatory.”
Rémy barked louder.
Before Jean-Daniel had died a tragic death, he hadn’t known much about ghosts. Now, unfortunately, he knew too much. Whenever someone died under heartrending circumstances, they manifested themselves at the scene of their passing. People asserted Jean-Daniel’s death had been a result of murder, or possibly suicide. That’s why he’d never crossed over to the other side.
Of course,
he
knew the truth about how he died. Well,
she
knew, too—the woman he’d loved beyond all reason.
With lapis-blue eyes, a stunning face, and gleaming ivory hair, Ella had appeared at Château de Maincy weeks before his death. Oddly, she’d materialized out of nowhere.
If Ella resurfaced here in present day (in reincarnated form or whatever one called it), Jean-Daniel would have to get her to step through his painting and travel back in time. Once she succeeded in returning to 1703, Jean-Daniel wanted her to alter the course of what had happened to him.
A fate etched in blood.
He shuddered. Would he remember Ella when they met for the first time in the eighteenth century? He feared he wouldn’t. Yet he held out hope that they’d gradually fall in love—as he remembered them doing, all those years ago.
Only then could they rewrite the scene of their tragic parting.
It was all very complicated, but there it was.
Optimism—as tangible and sweet as a cloud of perfume—circled Jean-Daniel while he stood in the drawing room. Pushing his shoulders back, he floated forward. The time for Ella’s visit was nearing. That’s what his instincts were telling him, anyway. And he was ready.
Gliding out of the room, he drifted along the corridor with Rémy at his heels. He stopped at a bay window and glanced out at the château’s extensive gardens.
“The only thing that may spoil my plan is that management agent. She mustn’t rearrange things.” He looked down at Rémy, who was listening intently. “You saw her remove the knight-in-armor, didn’t you, boy?”
Rémy cocked his head sadly.
“I know the estate is in pathetic disarray, but I’ve grown used to it.” Jean-Daniel paused. “Do you think the agent will store my portrait?”
At that, Rémy sunk to the floor and hung his head over his paws.
Although Marina Myles lives under the sunny skies of Arizona, she would reside in a historic manor house in foggy England if she had her way. Her love of books began as soon as she read her first fairy tale and eventually led to a degree in English Literature. Now, with her loyal Maltese close by, she relishes the hours she gets to escape into worlds filled with fiery—but not easily attained—love affairs. She’s busy being a wife, a mother, and a member of Romance Writers of America, but she is never too busy to hear from her amazing readers. Visit her at
www.marinamyles.com
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Copyright © 2014 by Marina Myles
 
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First Electronic Edition: November 2014
eISBN-13: 978-1-60183-286-3
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