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BLOODLINES: CURRENTS MecheleArmstrong ® Warning This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. Loose Id® e-books are for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers. * * * * * This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable (homoerotic sex). Bloodlines: Currents MecheleArmstrong This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Published by Loose Id LLC 1802 N Carson Street, Suite 212-2924 Carson CityNV89701-1215 Copyright © April 2007 byMechele Armstrong All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared in any form, including, but not limited to printing, photocopying, faxing, or emailing without prior written permission from Loose Id LLC. ISBN 0978-1-59632-453-4 Available in Adobe PDF, HTML,MobiPocket , and MS Reader Printed in theUnited States of America Editor: ErinMullarky Cover Artist: April Martinez Chapter One HenriBaptiste rode down a well-worn path to Madeleine’s chateau, or at least the one he thought
belonged to his former lover. His horse’s hooves raised up the dust. The small village he’d passed nearLourdes was in a dire need of rain. It was infinitely better to see the mountains than the monstrosity they’d built inParis . He madea face thinking about the newEiffelTower . After living so long without it, he wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to it towering aboveParis . He rounded the bend, now able to make out the cozy sandstone farmhouse. It had to be where Madeleine and her husband had settled after leaving Henri’s service. Clang. Clang.Clang. Henri stopped at the loud bangs coming from the back of the house near a small barn. It sounded like metal on metal. He would start with whoever was making all the noise. Surely they could tell him where Madeleine lived, if this wasn’t it. He swung down from his horse, leaving it to graze. Sweat beaded on his face as the afternoon sun burned down. Summer was warm even here, causing Henri’s skin to prickle and itch. He didn’t enjoy daytime trips, but this couldn’t be helped. The note had said to come as quickly as he could, that she was dying Wildflowers dotted the paths being visited by several colorful butterflies. He watched them wildly flit around for a second.

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