Arnhem Knights of New York by Susan Hanniford Crowley Book Tour and Giveaway :)
“Donovan?” Snapping out of his revelry, he laughed. “Yes, Sha. What do you need advice on?” Sha was a Cajun way of saying my love. He didn’t use it for everything cute or sweet like some people. Somehow it fit Noblesse perfectly. She took his arm and guided him toward the middle of the shop. A thin man in a gray suit with brown hair and beady eyes stared at him through round silver glasses. He stood by a large mirror with an elaborately carved wooden frame in shades of deep blood red etched with gargoyles, dragons, griffins, pythons, lions and every beast known and imagined, all entangled in a battle to the death with claws and teeth gnashing, biting, and slashing. On the top, two words were engraved in French—“Miroir de Sang.” “Well, what do you think?” “It’s says, Blood Mirror. That can’t be good.” “It was created for the court of his majesty, Louis XVI,” the thin man added. Donovan frowned. “Wasn’t Louis XVI beheaded?” “Yes.” The man gave Donovan the once over. Maybe he shouldn’t have thrown on his boots, jeans, T-shirt and beat up old bomber jacket. He did own designer clothes. His daughter had insisted he have an entirely new wardrobe before the wedding, but as soon as Evie had gone on her honeymoon he’d fallen into his old ways. Donovan was glad he couldn’t read minds like a vampire. He didn’t care what the man thought, but Noblesse’s opinion was another matter. “From Marie Antoinette’s palace?” Donovan asked. “Oui,” Noblesse replied. Her smile almost made him forget his objections. “You don’t want this mirror, Sha.” “Why?” “It’s ugly. Besides, weren’t the mirrors of that time period gilded in gold, and smaller?” “Very large mirrors were made for the palace. Not all were gilded in gold. This, however, is an unusual piece.” “Ma chérie, it’s ugly. You don’t want that. Get something else.” “Aww, mon cher,” she murmured. Turning to the thin man she said, “Please, pardon us. We would like to discuss this in private.” “Certainly.” He walked off in the direction of the Ming vases. “Of course, Sha, if you want it, I will not be able to talk you out of it. You only want it because it’s French.” “It’s more than that. Come and look.” As she stood before it, Donovan finally saw what she was talking about. Vampires could not be seen in mirrors made of silver. When he should have seen nothing at all, he gazed upon her lovely reflection.