Elizabeth Hunter - A Hidden Fire

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"No secret stays hidden forever."
A phone call from an old friend sets Dr. Giovanni Vecchio back on the path of a mystery he'd abandoned years before. He never expected a young librarian could hold the key to the search, nor could he have expected the danger she would attract.
Now he and Beatrice De Novo will follow a twisted maze that leads from the archives of a university library, through the fires of Renaissance Florence, and toward a confrontation they never could have predicted.
A Hidden Fire is a paranormal mystery/romance for adult readers. It is the first book in the Elemental Mysteries Series.

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“Where is Beatrice tonight?”

“She went out with some friends from school,” she said with a soft smile. “I heard them leaving earlier. Such a nice group of girls.”

He smiled and led the woman over to the bench near the fountain, still holding her hand. “Do you know her well?”

“She comes over for coffee in the morning sometimes; I think she misses her grandmother. And she takes care of Miss Tabby for me when I go see my daughter. I’m glad she moved next door.”

He smiled at the old woman. “Does she have many friends?”

“Not many. But the friends that do come by seem very nice. There are two other young ladies, and a young man I see.”

He paused. “Are they dating? Beatrice and the young man?”

The woman tugged on her cardigan, but leaned toward him, as if telling a secret. “I asked her if she had a boyfriend, but she just looked sad. I think she left someone behind in Texas.”

“I think she did, too,” he murmured, before he cleared his throat. “Do you have a key to her apartment, Mrs…”

“I’m Mrs. Hanson, dear. You seem like a nice young man. Are you a friend of Beatrice’s?”

He smiled softly. “Something like that, yes.”

“That’s lovely. You’re very handsome.”

He smiled, his green eyes lit in amusement. “Thank you.”

“You should take Beatrice on a date. She’s very pretty, you know.”

“Yes, she is.” He smiled. “She’s beautiful.”

“Are you going to wait for her? Would you like some hot chocolate?”

He reached over to pet the cat the old woman held. It purred under his hands and made Mrs. Hanson smile.

“I can’t stay, but I was hoping to leave something for Beatrice. Do you have a key to her apartment?”

She smiled and nodded. “Oh, yes. Do you want to wait here?”

Planting the suggestion for her to bring him the key and then go to bed, forgetting his presence entirely, he let her go. She took the cat inside her small apartment, and returned a few minutes later bearing a small brass key.

“I’ll leave this under your door before I go.”

“That’s fine.”

Standing, he took her hand again. “Thank you, Mrs. Hanson. Time for you to go to sleep.”

She waved absently and walked to her door. He watched her walk inside, before he turned to Beatrice’s apartment, noticing the familiar fragrance that lingered near the entrance. He opened the door and slipped inside, making sure to leave the lights off.

He almost staggered when he entered the small room. Her scent infused the air, and he took a deep breath as his gaze traveled around the living area. There was a small armchair, a plush sofa, and stack of books piled on the coffee table. Following the honeysuckle trail, he lowered himself onto the opposite the end of the sofa where she must have sat.

He sank into the couch, imagining her across from him and lifting her small feet into his lap as she had so many months ago. He lingered only a few minutes before he peeked into the bedroom, smiling when he saw the tall, black boots that stood by the closet doors.

There was an old dressing table in the corner, and he walked to it, taking special note of the pictures tucked into the frame of the mirror.

A postcard from Dublin.

A picture of her grandmother from the previous Christmas.

A blurry shot of Beatrice with a group of girls at what looked like a night club.

A small picture of her sitting on a horse in a damp meadow, the sun glinting off her dark brown hair as she smiled.

In a corner of the mirror, he saw a small phrase written on a worn index card.

Ubi amo, ibi patria-Where I love, there is my homeland.

The man touched the card tucked into the mirror, noting its worn edges and smudged letters. He traced the edges for a moment before he stepped away.

He took the picture of her on the horse and tucked it into his pocket before he walked to her bed and sat on the side where he knew she rested. Hesitating for only a moment, he reached into his coat and withdrew two items. The man looked at the small, leather-bound volume of sonnets in his hand, and gently traced the gold lettering on the front.

I sonetti di Giuliana

Tucking the plane ticket to Santiago under the small book, he placed both on her pillow where she would find them. He looked longingly around the room for a moment, before he stood and walked out the front door, carefully locking it behind him.

He tucked the brass key under Mrs. Hanson’s doormat and walked over to the fountain. Sitting on the bench, he looked around the old courtyard, trying to imagine her laughter echoing off the walls.

The man lingered for a few moments, letting her faint scent swirl around him along with his memories. Then he stood, walked back under the arch, and disappeared into the night.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Elizabeth Hunter is the author and independent publisher of the Elemental - фото 2

Elizabeth Hunter is the author and independent publisher of the Elemental Mysteries series.

She is a graduate of the University of Houston Honors College in the Department of English (Linguistics) and a former English teacher.

A native of Central California, she now lives in Southern California with her husband, son, and an assortment of dogs. She enjoys reading, writing, travel, and bowling (despite the fact that she's not very good at it).

Learn more about her writing at her author website, elizabethhunterwrites.com or contact her by e-mail at elizabethhunterwrites@gmail.com

A Hidden Fire is her second novel, and the Elemental Mysteries series is her first series of books.

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