|Posted by Sandi Bischoff on October 6, 2016 at 12:05 AM||comments (0)|
From the edge of the clearing a dark figure lurked among the shadows. Weaving between the trees, the uninvited guest tried to get as close as he could to the soft music and candle lit tent behind the grand blue Victorian mansion. Muffled conversation and laughter drifted in his direction...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Sandi Bischoff on March 22, 2013 at 5:25 PM||comments (0)|
Beyond the Sun
By ~ Sandra Bischoff
Genre ~ ParanormalRomance
Fifteen years ago, Jared Bonatelli had it all. The youngest son of one of the founding families in the Conservatorship of The Dark Order h...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Sandi Bischoff on October 28, 2010 at 4:23 PM||comments (0)|
I always thought I had a story in me. I don’t know what makes me think I can make it in the writing business, I just have to try. I mean, I’m no different than anyone else on the New York Times best seller list. They all had to start somewhere. Most of them sat exactly where I currently am today, querying left and right waiting for that invitation.
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|Posted by Sandi Bischoff on September 14, 2010 at 1:09 PM||comments (0)|
“Explain to me again why I have to do this?”
Zephyr rolled his eyes heavenward. “What part of protecting the heir to the throne didn’t you get the first time? There are many out there who want him dead. You, Gods forbid, are his first in command. It’s your job.”
Lance tested the weight of the blade in his hand and frowne...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Sandi Bischoff on September 8, 2010 at 10:06 PM||comments (1)|
The soft hiss of steel on steel wasbarely audible as she stood over his sleeping form. She had crossed the gleaming blades of hertwin short swords resting the tip of each on either side of his neck on thepillow beneath him. It would be so easyfor her to free herself of his existence. Ian had never made her life easy, complicated and aggravating maybe, buteasy never. That just wasn’t his style.
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|Posted by Sandi Bischoff on September 8, 2010 at 9:45 PM||comments (0)|
It was well after closing and the only sound to be heard was the gentle clink of glasses being restocked in the VIP section and the occasional murmur of whispered endearments between Fina and Eric. But Mikhail hardly heard any of it through the open door. His attention was monopolized by the photo card he lifted off the floor hours ago.
Sitting back in his leather chair, he idly swirled a glassof Cognac. The aroma from the slow moving liquid wafted up and ...Read Full Post »