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Beyond the Sun

By ~ Sandra Bischoff

Genre ~ Paranormal Romance

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Fifteen years ago, Jared Bonatelli had it all.  The youngest son of one of the founding families in the Conservatorship of The Dark Order he lived a life you only thought existed in novels and nightmares.  He had just graduated from Oxford University and became engaged to his childhood sweetheart when he lost it all in one violent act.  The very next day he found himself shipped off to New Orleans with only the money in his pocket and whatever he could fit in one suitcase.  Since that night, he has suffered reliving his fiancé’s murder repeatedly in his dreams.  It isn’t until he finds himself summoned back to New York for an emergency meeting of the Conservatorship that the comfortable world he lives in begins to crumble around him.

            Alexandra Toscano has been searching for the one assignment that could catapult her journalistic career.  When her editor Gene O’Hanlon drops a manila folder in her lap, Alex is immediately skeptical.   At first glance, the information he hands her seems like a publicity piece that is until she comes across an article he wrote some fifteen years ago about Vampires murdering a young woman in Central Park.  She is ready to laugh it off as a work of fiction until he points out he was an eye witness to the whole thing.  But that wasn’t all.  The girl’s boyfriend was a member of a prominent Italian family who vanished the very next day.

            Now as Alex begins to dig deeper into Jared’s life, she begins to question her own past.  Could the answer she seeks be found in the glowing eyes of the one person she is sworn to expose?  Or will they both find themselves torn apart by a world Beyond the Sun?

Excerpt

“Hell no.” Alex stared at the sheet of paper in her hand. This couldn’t be happening to her, not again. It was the third time in a month her boss, Gene, had pulled this crap on her.

“He can’t be serious.” She scoffed at the absurdity of the new assignment in her hand.

She glared over the wall of her cubicle at the pimple-faced, red-headed mail boy. He gulped and shuffled around a few envelopes, escaping to the next cubicle. It wasn’t the kid’s fault, but he was the messenger and they always got the bad end of the stick throughout history. God, she needed to strangle someone. Alex ran a hand through her hair, pulling the long chestnut mass out of her eyes.

 Alex pushed out her chair and crushed the paper in her hand, intending to throw it in the circular file. She paused and sighed. No, it would be better to give the SOB a piece of her mind for a change. Standing, she stalked to the glass-enclosed office at the end of the hall.

“You have got to be kidding me. You’re not serious about this, are you?” She threw the paper on the desk next to his laptop.

Gene O’Hanlon didn’t lift his attention from the keyboard. “Get the door, would you?” He kept typing. When she didn’t move, he glanced at her over his glasses. “Alex, I’m not going to get into this with an audience. Close the door.”

Alex kicked the door shut. The glass walls vibrated, and a few sheets of paper slipped free from the overstuffed bookshelf behind him. She folded her arms across her chest and glared.

Gene leaned back in his worn black leather office chair. He removed his glasses and placed them on the scuffed oak desktop, rubbing his eyes with his other hand. The man appeared to be tired and completely drained. She felt a twinge of guilt for storming into his office until he leveled those harsh green eyes on her.

“Alex, everyone here has to pay their dues. How would it look if I played favorites with stories, huh?”

“Problem is, Gene, I paid and then some. You know it.”

 “The assignment stays.” He linked his hands behind his head, leaning back in his chair.

The gray hair at his temples stuck out in a way reminiscent of the Nutty Professor. He jerked his chin toward the chairs in front of his desk. Alex gave him one more hostile glare before she complied and sat across from him, crossing her long, slender legs and leaning back.

“This is a puff piece for your gossip column, Gene. You know it, and I know it. Why are you saddling me with this?”

“This is hardly a puff piece, Alex.”

“I don’t do publicity. I do serious investigative reporting. There’s nothing serious about a millionaire hot shot in Orange County. From what I can see, he never worked a hard day in his life. Mommy and Daddy probably left him a real nice trust fund.” Yeah, while I’m forced to scrape nickels together to make a Chelsea rent payment. Gotta love NewYork.

Gene pushed a folder toward her and flipped open the cover. “Like I said, this is not a puff piece, Alex. Look at him. You can’t tell me that you don’t recognize Jared Bonatelli.”

“No, Gene. I’ve never seen him before. Why should I recognize him?” Her gaze roamed over the photo. The way Bonatelli gazed into the camera mesmerized her.

Gene continued. “It’s been a while, years in fact, since he was major news. But this kid,” He tapped his eraser on the photo. “This millionaire is hardly a spoiled brat. He’s been through, shall we say, the supernatural ranks.”

Alex frowned, eyeing Gene. “Supernatural?” She laughed. “What the hell do you mean? Is he a Warlock? Does he go ghost hunting? Or better yet, is he one of those people who claim they were abducted by aliens? Come on, it reeks of publicity stunt.”

Picking up the file, Alex flipped through the pages. Bonatelli’s life seemed pretty straight forward: a little rich boy who grew up in a prominent Italian family and attended college abroad with straight A’s, likely bought for the right price.

She came to the last page in the file. It was an old article from a small New Jersey newspaper. Time had yellowed the paper, but the print quality wasn’t what drew her in.

“Are you serious? Vampires? The reporter actually claims vampires killed Bonatelli’s fiancé.”

She was ready to toss the folder back on the desk when she read the byline. Alex stared at the paper, shocked. The man in front of her raised a brow in silence.

“You? You reported this? How? What? I don’t get it.”

“Apparently.”

Gene stood and walked over to the windows of his office overlooking Central Park. He folded his arms across his chest and stared at the barren treetops. “I’d just landed a job in a small town paper reporting on the daily trash. Who was I to expect a job at Newsday or the Wall Street Journal fresh out of college? You have to work your way up to the big leagues.”

He pointed at the park. “It all happened right down there. I saw it all. They had no idea I was there, but I was. The girl’s life was sucked out of her. I saw the kid try to save her. He wasn’t surprised when they appeared, not like I was. He fought them off like a pro; he’d definitely done it before. When it appeared they were going to kill him, another one appeared out of nowhere. Poof.” Gene swung back toward her. “I never saw the new guy touch them. They all just vanished in a big flash of light the moment he spotted them. It wasn’t enough to save the girl, though. After the attack, Bonatelli vanished off the face of the earth. I’m telling you, Alex. Everything in the article is real. I saw it. I lived it.”

Alex stared at him in silence. The whole thing was unbelievable. What Gene told her was a plot for a novel or insane tabloid articles, not something a respectable news source reported.

She tapped a fingernail on the manila folder in her lap, trying to find the right way to tell him the story was insane. Unfortunately, he seemed to believe everything he said.

 “Gene, are you sure you saw it happen? I mean, it could be you saw an everyday mugging gone bad? You obviously weren’t close enough to see them clearly; they would have known you were there. And if it happened, why in the world are you assigning me a dead story?”

He walked over and sat on the edge of his desk in front of her. Gene lifted the folder from her lap and flipped it open to the picture. He removed the photo, holding it up for her to see. “Because, Alex, he’s back. Returned from God knows where. I want you to find out why they brought him here.”

Gene handed her back the folder. “Bonatelli is supposed to attend a fundraiser hosted by an old and powerful family. They are royalty in their country. Your invitation and their background info are in the yellow envelope. Any credentials you may need to get in are there, as well.”

“Yeah right,” she laughed. “Me hanging out with royalty, you’ve gone off the deep end.”

He raised his hand to silence her. “Also, a dress has been ordered for you and will be delivered to your cubicle by the end of the day.”

Alex blinked. She couldn’t even begin to think of how to react to everything he’d laid out in front of her. When she regained her composure, Alex took a deep breath and let out an undignified snort. “They,” she paused. “I think you need to lay off the liquid lunches, Gene. Ok boss man, I’ll bite. Who in the world are ‘they’?”

Gene’s face held no trace of humor whatsoever. “They, my dear, happen to be the things nightmares are made of.”

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Author Bio:

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Sandra Bischoff lives in the historic town of Cornwall, NY with her extremely patient husband and teenage son, she affectionately calls the Demon.  She is a Pharmacist by profession but found her true calling in a simple twist of fate.   A friend approached her to write in a forum on a popular networking website. Over the next five years her passion had found its niche.  She went on to compose a few poems and short stories which she would post on her homepage at the same networking site.  From one of those short stories, her novel Beyond the Sun was born. She is currently working on her next novel and is very excited to share it with her readers.

She can currently be found at: http://sandibischoff.webs.com

                                                 https://sbischoff.wordpress.com

                                                 http://www.BayouBrewPublishing.com

                                                 http://www.Facebook.com/AuthorSandiBischoff

                                                And on Twitter as @SandiBischoff

Today’s summer word is COOLATTA!

Tomorrow’s stop:

June 9th-T.M. Scott

http://www.authortiannascott.blogspot.com

 

 

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