#Free on Amazon The Shadow of This World

The Shadow of This World

TSoTWGenre: historical, suspense, romance, time travel

When the fate of worlds rests on shifting loyalties and the vagaries of the human heart, will time and history slip into shadow?

Cosimo de’ Medici, capo of an ancient family, is ruler of Florence and the maker of kings and popes. Privy to a vast array of secrets and plans, he orchestrates and plots as the Holy Roman Empire stands poised to change the face of the continent, and even the world.

Stefano, Antonio and Nicolo de’ Medici are brothers with uncommon gifts, serving at Cosimo’s behest, each with a very special role to play.

Veluria the courtesan and Andreas the cleric are strangers out of time and place, haunting a shadow world where knowledge is power. Tasked with averting disaster, these two operatives seek independently to manipulate and stay events, yet neither truly understands the scope of the looming tragedy, the shifting loyalties and matters of the heart, and the acts of desperation that will change history.

Venice is a city of art, music and commerce, the keeper of immense wealth and far-reaching greed. Her canals string like pearls through her heart. She is home to rulers who engage in war as an extension of commerce by other means—a city on the edge, poised for a tumultuous plunge into a cavernous maw.

It will take the lessons of the future to ensure salvation of the past.

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Elaina Davidson says: “I could see and smell Venice in the time of the de’ Medici, and found myself thoroughly immersed in the city of canals… I recommend this to readers who lap up historical novels with a decided twist! This is a good one!”

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Antonio de’ Medici

Meet the oldest of the de’ Medici brothers, known to all as the Demon de’ Medici, the man without a soul, his father’s closest confidant, his youngest brother’s staunchest supporter.

Antonio de’ Medici, called Tonio but only by his family, is a man of unusual and deadly talents, talents that make him the perfect interrogator and the ideal assassin. Tonio enforces his father’s wishes without question, a killing machine in the service of his family and his city-state of Florence. His loyalty and his resolve are unquestioned—except when it comes to matters of his youngest brother and the future their father has planned for the young man.

Dispatched to secure what might be a political prize of inestimable value, Tonio gradually falls under Veluria’s spell, but not so far that he cannot impose his own powerful will and extraordinary gifts in what becomes a tug of war: a war of spirit, determination and resolve. And a war of the heart.

Tonio will see to his brother’s happiness, even if that means setting aside his desires and feelings for the strange woman enrapturing his soul-less existence. But an act of violence unleashes a side of young Stefano that will change the shape of all they know and understand. And it will set into motion a set of tragic events that no one, not even the Sisterhood, could have predicted.

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Excerpt:

In this scene, Tonio struggles with conflicting emotions and a heavy dose of remorse for having so cruelly shamed his youngest brother in front of his men, inflicting both physical and emotional pain on a boy-man he’d vowed to protect.

Antonio attacked the night the way he approached everything, full frontal assault, without guile or finesse. He had little patience for fools and tonight his brother had stretched that patience to the breaking point. His shame and regret was a palpable thing but he must not let it interfere with the execution of his duties to his family.

Duty? Is that what drove him?

The simple mission had devolved into a disaster, partially of his own making. The woman was a formidable adversary with remarkable skills, certainly worthy of Cosimo’s attention. What he couldn’t fathom was why or how she’d managed to insinuate herself into his thoughts, planting seeds of an emotion he reserved only for his brothers.

If desire had a rhythm it was a staccato beat, not the faint flutterings of the merely smitten, but the steady thrum of senses on full alert, blood pounding hot and strong through his veins. Heat flooded his face, a burning, like ice, like fire, like nothing he’d ever sensed or experienced in his long, troubled life. He thought himself immune, protected from the vulnerabilities of emotions that served no purpose.

His father had taught him well and for years he’d banked those fires, taking his pleasure on his terms. But this … this was out of control, a wildfire racing through conduits long idle, now ablaze. He felt the panic and the bile rise in his throat and the delicious assault on his groin, hurtling him into readiness.

With a gasp, he collapsed against a fractured surface, rough and pitted, harsh on hands that knew little gentleness. What was wrong with him? It could not be her alone—this was too strong, coming from separate directions, beating at him like a storm gone wild, wind and hail and rain surrounding him from every quarter. He wanted, needed escape and knew there was none. Papà and his uncles would see to that. He would take back the control of the Demon, the Dark One. His gifts must not be squandered, his training forsaken, his attention splintered, fractured like a mirror hurled into space from the highest parapet.

His priority remained the same but the reasons behind it had shifted dramatically. He now understood he must find the woman before the other did, that nameless stalker who was but a wraith, vague in shape, indistinct— a darkness from which no light could enter or leave. He silently cursed his ability to feel other’s thoughts … to peer even into their souls. It was a constant reminder that he had none of his own.

The distant sound of revelers, the strange shushing of cloth and soft-soled feet, lapping wavelets and creaking docks swayed to a symphony that was uniquely Venezia. Florence, his home, had nothing like this, this ever-present danger clothed in soft hues, vengeful nights and a sea that hungered for the soul of the city with a voraciousness not even he could match.

He ached for relief, for freedom from the pressure in his skull, and pain that threatened to drive him to his knees. The best he could hope for was to have cool logic replace the jumble of emotions consuming him from within: fear, longing, desire, need. None of that served his purpose.

He allowed a frisson of shame to remain. What he had done to his brother was inexcusable. Stefano was one of the few things in this world he truly cared about. The young one needed his guidance and protection. Instead he’d reverted to the monster all knew him to be.

With a sigh he straightened and forced all extraneous sensation to the background, willing the pain in his head to retreat. Logic dictated that she’d lose herself in a crowd, perhaps retreating back toward St. Mark’s Square. Yet from that direction he sensed the stalker, the man’s presence like icy fingers of dread racing up and down his spine. If he were in her position he’d try to put as much distance between them as possible. And that included himself.

With no way to know for sure he decided to go with his gut instincts. Turning to the right, he hastened toward the Piazzali Roma.

Were he a betting man, he’d lay odds he’d find Veluria first. Perhaps when Cosimo was done with her, he could indulge his fevered imagination…

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About Nya Rawlyns

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. ***** When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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