Behind The Throne - Revision history

DianeKPeterson at 03:34, 7 November 2022

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DianeKPeterson at 13:21, 6 November 2022

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Greenstrawberry1982: moved Behind the Throne to Behind The Throne: Moved to correct title convention

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moved Behind the Throne to Behind The Throne: Moved to correct title convention

Maggieberkley at 22:32, 26 July 2011

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Maggieberkley: /* Related Titles */

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Related Titles

Maggieberkley at 21:54, 26 July 2011

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Maggieberkley at 21:52, 26 July 2011

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Maggieberkley at 21:50, 26 July 2011

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Maggieberkley at 21:49, 26 July 2011

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Maggieberkley at 21:45, 26 July 2011

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 [[Category: Paranormal]]
-[[Category:Myster/thriller]]
+[[Category:Mystery/Thriller]]
 [[Category: Gothic]]
 [[category: Dark Fantasy]]

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 [[Category: Urban Fantasy]]
 [[Category: Fantasy]]
 ==Book Description==

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 [[Image:BehindtheThrone_lg.jpg|right|thumb|fromRed Rose]]
 * '''Author''': [[Maggie Berkley]]
-* '''Publisher''': [[Red Rose Publishing]]
+* '''Publisher''': [[Red Rose Publishing]] ebook
 * '''Year''': 2010
 * '''Setting''': Modern day Washington / the Mor'Sin'Dar Court
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 [[Category: Urban Fantasy]]
 [[Category: Fantasy]]
 ==Book Description==

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 == Related Titles ==
-* Enter the Night: Book One of the Morgan Crowe trilogy
+* [http://redrosepublishing.com/books/product_info.php?manufacturers_id=97&products_id=595 Enter the Night: Book One of the Morgan Crowe trilogy] ebook (Red Rose)
 == Reviews ==

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 [[Category:Myster/thriller]]
 [[Category: Gothic]]
 [[category: Dark Fantasy]]
 [[Category: Adventure Romance]]
 [[Category: Erotic Romance]]
 [[Category: Urban Fantasy]]
 ==Book Description==

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 ==Excerpt==
 Opening her eyes with a start, Morgan Crowe leaned forward in the leather seat of her Mustang, breathing hard. She swallowed several times, trying to push the nightmare back and situate herself in the reality of the now. Once her heart beat slowed and her breathing calmed she rubbed her face with her hands then brushed her fingers through the front of her thick dark hair. Putting the car in park, she turned off the motor and leaned her head back against the headrest, closing her tired eyes.
 It had been three and half months since she left Portland and her past. Three and a half long months since she had any contact with anyone she knew. Cracking her eyes open, she turned her dark head, gazing at the large gray brick house with creeping ivy along the walls before taking a moment to rub the heavy mound of her belly. The twins within were ready to come. They pushed against her back kicking her bladder every chance they had but now, thankfully, they were quiet.
 Letting out a weary sigh, Morgan reached for the door handle and opened the door. After sliding out, she closed it behind her then headed up the walk, moving to the large oak door. The lights inside were on, revealing shadowy figures behind curtained windows. Raising her hand, she grasped the bronze knocker, rapped sharply three times then stood back, hoping she wasn’t making a mistake. Danu, she felt nervous, not a feeling she enjoyed.
 The door opened to reveal a tall handsome man with long rich brown hair, braided back to fall to his waist, surrounding a darkly tanned face with deep liquidity brown eyes. He looked the dark haired woman up and down with a practiced eye, noting her heavy pregnancy and frowned.
 “Ye might want tae go tae the hospital.” His voice was rich and Morgan recognized the lilting Irish accent right away.
 Steeling herself for rejection and her eventual rise in temper, she raised a delicate eyebrow at him. “I’m here to see Vivienne. Is she here?”
 The man continued to look at her then after a long stretch of silence, finally deemed to answer. “Aye, but she’s nae available right now. Ye can come back later.”
 He started to close the door when Morgan stuck out a hand, stopping the door from closing and pushed it back open as she stepped forward.
 “I’d prefer to wait, thank you.” She stared him down until he stepped aside, making room for her to enter.
 As she passed by, the scent of roses, light musk and jasmine reached his nose. He reached out a hand, grasping her shoulder and turned her to face him. Morgan’s eyes grew cold as she stared up at him, squaring her jaw as she mentally prepared herself for a fight. His dark brows gathered as he searched her face then not finding what he was looking for, released her.
 “Who are ye?” He asked.
 “A friend. I met Vivienne years ago and she asked me to visit. I’ve decided now was that time.” Morgan held his dark gaze with her own jade green ones, daring him to challenge her answer.
 “Ye seem familiar. Have we met before?” He questioned her further, his frown deepening as his eyes narrowed, for echoes of a memory skimmed through his mind, teasing him but not allowing him to place her face. His stomach knotted as the small hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He opened his mouth to protest when she cut him off.
 “I really need to sit.” Morgan smiled sweetly, revealing even white teeth as she patted her belly to emphasize the point. “We can talk about it then.” Shit, she silently groused. Just what I need, prissy Sin’dar’rin Court Sidhe. She wasn’t looking forward to this.
 Dismissing any further conversation with the brown man, Morgan turned to the left, where she thought the living room would be and stopped dead in her tracks. Sittings in various areas around the room, reclining in chairs, were two more Sidhe males. She closed her eyes for a brief second, cursing to herself then opened them to study the men around her.
 A long, lanky one sat spread legged in a wingback chair, with dark wrap around sunglasses covering his eyes and long midnight black hair that draped over his shoulders to reach the hardwood floor. To the left of him a giant of a man, who was built like a mountain, sat cross armed on the couch, his jewel colored eyes watching her from his scarred face. Coarse steel grey hair was pulled back tightly and the expression on his face screamed asshole. Spying the newcomer, he leaned forward, his pale eyes narrowing.
 “Why are ye here, assassin?” His voice cut through the silence, grating and rough with a touch of steel, his tone enough to stiffen Morgan’s spine. “I’m a sportin’ man. I’ll give ye three seconds tae run then I’m hunting ye.”