Touch of Night — Susan Spencer Paul

My Dearest Reader

I beg your pardon for unburdening my secrets to you, for I am a man accursed....

I hail from an ancient Welsh clan, descended from magic--some of it dark indeed. For generations we have hidden our powers, acquired great wealth, and entered . England's aristocracy. Oh, do not stare at me so! I feel your mocking eyes. You mark my muddy clothes. You think me mad. But once, I, Niclas Seymour, was the most eligible bachelor of Regency England!

Then came the blood curse that left me a night-wanderer with no peace. And no hope....except Julia Linley. I can redeem myself through her, or so the Dewin Mawr, the leader of the Families (as we call ourselves), has told me. Now Lady Julia has consented to let me escort her on a perilous journey.

You doubt my words? 'Tis true. This innocent lady believes me to be a gentleman. Yet as we ride into a mist-shrouded landscape of faery realms and evil sorcerers, I feel forbidden urges within me. I want her surrendering to my kiss.

You think me a monster? I ask for your mercy. Magic is a dangerous art, and passion a sword that can cleave a heart in twain. But perhaps love can slay my dark demons, or so I dare to dream...

Your obedient servant,
Niclas Seymour, Castle Tylluan, Wales