Come away with me to Venice

Ahh, Venice. La Serenissima, as Venetians sometimes call it, which literally translates into “most serene.” It brings to mind images of churches, museums, quiet city squares and alleyways.

Well, not during Carnevale. For ten days, this ancient city turns into one huge, wild, nonstop party where you never know what might happen. A masquerade party with about 30,000 guests.

Wow, what a mix of history and present day. There are tours of Casanova’s old hangouts, dances and burlesque shows, exquisite cuisine and wine, opera and rock music.

Maybe it was this very mix that inspired me to come up with an immortal hero with roots in the 1400s, but who’s also very savvy in present day. His history is intertwined with Venice’s, mysterious and romantic as a gondola ride along Venice’s canals. (There are 177 canals, so plenty of opportunity to cuddle with your honey.)

When I first read about it, Carnevale captivated me. The costumes are so amazing, their elaborate designs are world-famous, and immediately recognizable. But the people within them aren’t! All the many possibilities made my imagination run as wild as a Carnevale party. Beneath those gilded, feathered or painted bauta, or full-face masks, might be anyone – or anything.

Maybe that’s why Venice began restricting mask wearing? Who knows? Luckily, the Venetian Senate decided to revive Carnevale in 1979. Partiers can wear masks for the ten day duration of the festival, but then must put them away until the next year’s celebration.

So let me take you away to Venice for Carnevale. Dance the night away. Join a parade. Catch a show. Take a tour. Steep yourself in local history. Just take care you don’t wander too far down the city’s narrow alleyways. You never know who you might meet.

After you’ve left, you’ll want to visit Venice again! And don’t worry, I can take you back – with Charmed, the followup to Cursed, which Decadent recently contracted. *grins*  I’m now working on Claimed, the third in the series.

Here’s a peek at Cursed!

Cursed

The Vitruvian Man, book 1

by Cate Masters

Paranormal romance novella

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Blurb

Ten days of freedom. That’s all Fate had allotted me each year. In the streets of Venice, I could walk among them. Mingle. Belong.

During Carnevale, they had no idea who I was. What I was.

For ten days, it didn’t matter.

Until I met her.

Bruno diCesare lives alone by necessity, not choice. An experiment performed by Leonardo da Vinci, who believed having a dual DNA would grant a person immortality, used magic to render Bruno a chimera – the head of a lion, body of a dragon. The only time he can mingle with people is during Carnevale, ten glorious days of masked anonymity, frivolity and intimacy.

Melina Weaver learned fire dancing to enliven her dull existence. A scientist, her long hours at the lab leave no time for a social life. For ten days at Carnevale, she can pretend to be someone else. Someone sexy and daring, who lives on the edge.

Once she meets Bruno, her wish comes true, but everything goes terribly wrong. Beneath Bruno’s costume lurks an alpha male, but is he dangerous? Worse, can she return to an employer who sells her research to the military to make an army of efficient killers? Her only hope may lie with the man she’s just met and never seen

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Excerpt

Light danced in his dark eyes. “I must admit, your fire dancing fascinated me. What made you choose such a dangerous skill to master?”

“The thrill of the challenge, I suppose.” It balanced the rest of her mundane life, to a degree. Mastering each new level gave her a sense of achievement, where work couldn’t.

Something flashed through his dark eyes. “Mistakes must be very painful.”

“I practiced a long time before I worked up the nerve to actually light the wands. I found the fire great incentive to focus, however.” God, her grin must be goofy, the way he stared. Such gorgeous eyes, such a deep brown they almost appeared black. He probably had rugged features, if his large hands provided any indication. Too bad he wore gloves, another barrier between them.

“Yes,” he said, “I imagine so.”

“What about you? What other magic do you know?” Oh please, can you get any more ridiculous? It sounded like a line from a bad chick flick.

The crinkle around his eyes was the only evidence of his smile, but enough to charm her.

“Lifetimes of studying the dark arts have provided me with many tricks.”

“Lifetimes?” she blurted.

He stiffened in her arms. “Pardon?”

She watched him carefully. “You said ‘lifetimes’. Plural.” And what the hell did he mean by ‘dark arts’?

Rigidity masked the grace of his movements. “I’m sure you’re mistaken.” He stared over her head as they whirled to the song’s rhythm.

Mistaken my ass. How very strange. More strange that the question upset him. He’d clammed up, and his muscles were so tense, she expected him to bolt. Better to drop it. For now. “Must have been a slip of the tongue.”

“Yes.” Relief sounded in his tone, though guarded.

This man had something to hide. How intriguing.

Cate Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she’ll always be a Jersey girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company. Look for her at http://catemasters.blogspot.com and in strange nooks and far-flung corners of the web.

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