Genre: Horror, Paranormal
Melissa Solange is presented the chance of a lifetime. Chosen as a member of a new dance company, she works tirelessly perfecting the one element of ballet she’s never mastered—the adagio. As she rehearses, a dark force watches. Resurrected by the surprise addition of a classic ballet to the repertoire, the sinister work is thought to be cursed—destroying anyone who attempts to dance it.
When the production’s lead dancers begin to disappear, the old warning is taken more seriously. A death worshipping cult called The Innocents is blamed, but she is not so sure. They may be the scapegoat for an ultimate evil living in the woods of Holybrook. Desperate for an answer, she searches for what lurks in the shadows of the old trees before she becomes the next victim of the Danse Macabre.
“Come here,” he said pulling her to him, and giving her a hug. The tenseness in her body staggering, either she wasn’t that into him or wasn’t used to physical contact. Remembering what she’d said about never having a boyfriend, he hadn’t thought she was lying, but this behavior confirmed it. Not wanting to be the big, bad wolf at her door, he didn’t want her house to fall—he only wanted to be let in.
“Melissa, no matter what happens between us, I want you to know that I believe in you. I know that what I’m about to say is cliché, but I don’t mean it that way. Anyway, I want you to know, that I’m willing to remain a friend. It doesn’t have to be all or nothing.”
A small piece of her responded. As her body reacted to Tchaikovsky or any other great composer, it now moved an inch more into Todd’s camp. Having issues with trust was never easy. Only time and patience would reveal whether he was running some kind of game, but right now the only thing that mattered was that he was offering his shoulder. Her arms looping around his neck like a bow on a birthday present, she luxuriated in his feel. Beginning to enjoy the time spent alone, he was saying all the right things, and she’d have to have a heart of stone not to respond.
“Thank you,” she replied, in a small, quiet voice that went with the intimate setting. A million questions rushing past her, one was whether she’d found true love. Her gaze rising, she glanced over his shoulder into the thick woodlands. Her eyes enlarging, she froze. Treated to the same glowing pair of red eyes that she’d seen before, the demonic twin evils were locked upon her. Gasping, she jerked back, intent on getting away.
About the Author
Wendy Potocki lives and writes in NYC. If that isn’t scary enough, she writes in the genre of horror. She feels creating good horror is an art form. She religiously devotes herself to pursuing it over hill and dale — and in the crevices of her keyboard.
Named one of the Top Ten “New” Horror Authors by Horror Novel Reviews, she has six self-published novels. Book trailers for many of her works may be found on her official website wendypotocki.com/. Her next planned projects are Thrill, The Virgin, and ZaSo, a Gothic tale of horror.
In her spare time, she loves to go for long walks, drink Starbucks Apple Chai Lattes, make devotional offerings to her cat named Persephone, and be stilled by the grace, beauty and magic of ballet.
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